The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1870-09-30
Time is Money!

with me" and away flies the fortune hunter
rushing through space, with eyes fixed intently
on some invisible object before, and painting
with eager haste, every feature portraying the
agony he experiences at not being able to pro-
pei his cargo of flesh and blood at more rapid
rate.
"Time is money, with me, my dear; 1 can
not afford to fool away my time with my fam
ily; business before pleasure, you know, is the
only safe MAXIM" And seizing his two year
old by the arm, he gives it an affectionate
whirl in the air, and leaving a kiss within an
arms length of his wife's cheek, he rushes
franticaIly into the street, chiding himself for
having fooled away minute and three-quar-
ters with his family, after the evening meal,
when all that time the great concerns Of the
business world had been rushing on, stocks
changing, and markets rocking on the tide,
Such idleness would ruin him.
"Don't interrupt me with your religious
nonsense, during business hours; time is
money, with me-" and the devotee OF
business plunges into the mountain of papers
piled before him, while the wearer of a white
cravat turns reluctantly away, venturing to
remark with sigh, that "the things of this
world pass away"
"You used always to conduct family wor-
ship"
81 know; but 1 tell you, time has become
money with me, and the claims of business are
of first importance" and up jumps the pro-
Tossing Christian, from a half-fnished break
fast, and plunges out to catch the first street
car down town, to the maelstrom of business
which he is eager to enter before it moves fol
the day.
"Rest, sir, only will save you. You must
have it, or your life viii pay the forfeit of such
inconsiderate conduct"
81 know it; but time is money, and can't
afford to stop for rest or health, SO long as
can stand up under the burden of care which
devolves upon me" and the emaciated trades
man totters upon the brink of the grave, Ia
den with tangled transactions and blind tc
every truth except 'his favorite maxim, ''thai
time is money" $50 runs the world away"
What a deplorable condition it is that forces
such moderation upon men and events, when
motive power that would produce greater
activity, would be boon of such inestimable
worth. Can not the scientific world produce
something that would sustain organic life, by
simpler process than eating or sleeping
The hours idled away in sleep, might be fruit,
full of fortunes, if actively employed, and the
two meals each day, deprive men of valuable
moments, when we remember that time il
money, and money is-what2 Let an answer
come from him who has estimated its value
and compared its relative worth with the pro.
duct of a life.
How tantaizing indeed is the snail like pace
of sixty miles an hour, at which humanity il
transported across the continent. Steam wa.
wonderful potency in its day, and lightning
trains have whirled along to the unutterable
amazement of the world. But the novelty ii
wearing off, and the power of steam is becom.
ing inadequate to answer the demands of the
times. Can not the inventive genius of ou
age unearth a motive power that will defy the
flashes of light, and send impatient humanity
to the ends Of the earth, with breath. The
affairs of the times require this possibility, ant
petulent mankind await its advent with al
impatience almost beyond endurance.
Again, our mediums for communications arr
morbidly tedious. The broker pens a dispatch
and away it flies over its path of wire to it
destination, a thousand miles away, while ht
Chafes and frets TO think that minutes mus
elapse, before an answer will return, and
time is money For this purpose the speed
Of lightning has become too slow, but our con.
ception is bafled when greater rapidity j:
mentioned, and we have only the hypothesi;
that the ends of the earth are too remote, and
some human protency must be developed tc
subdue space and reduce distance.
As realization of the disadvantages under
which we live and labor dawns upon US, we
are forced to admit the justice of the com.
plants which come up from the restless par.
ticipants of business life, at the slow move.
ments of the age. Even Agriculture groani
for lightning TO tear the soil, for whirlwinds tC
scatter the seeds, and returning in due time
gather up the harvest at single sweep, ant
bear it to the store house. "Some thing thai
will save time, Sir,' is the command given by
the world to its inventive genius, and away il
wanders on a tour of research, recreation and
reconstruction. Time is money! is rung out
from the four quarters of the earth, and mind
vies with mind to produce satisfactory re.
sponse.
But after attaining the summit of all othel
perfections, there will still be one impossibility
which must ever remain the inevitable doom
of dissatisfied humanity, that of not being in
more than one place at one time.
"I ought to be there this very minute,
SAYS chatting lord of exchange, referring to q
point thousand miles away, 'and yet am
needed here" The unity of our existence is
an immuta6le fact, which we must learn to
reconcile, though it may be at the sacrifice
Of fortunes.
We live too slow, we refuse to acknowledge
it, but testify to the truth of it by our acts
Time, in its fight, is not rapid enough. To,
morrow is too far away, for ''to-morrow's sun OF
mortal yet hath never shone." We solve the
great problem of life by degrees, but wait i'm
patiently for its final solution. We live to-day
but for tomorrow, and hurry impatiently for
ward, anxious to know what day will bring
forth, and eager to enjoy the improvement
which we see springing out of future years
still governing our lives and shaping our con
duct by the principle that 'time is money,
But Tfel we have no time for thought upol
this subject, but leave it to an imaginary futur