The Marietta journal. [volume] (Marietta, Ga.) 1866-1909, 1870-03-18
The s29arietta gollrual.
MARIETTA, GEORGIA.
Friday Morn. March, is, 1870
iron THE MARIETTA JOURNAL.
"All the worlds stage,
And all the men and women merely players"

And all the men and women merely players"
This is a gay world Day &fter day,
night after night, we drink long, deep
draughts from the cup of Pleasure. On
our right hand and on our left, are the
gay, the witty, and the beautiful. &C.
MUS finds its equal and the mediocre ne
yer wants for gay companionship. Our
hearts are tull of gladness. Joy is in
every sound. Earth is paradise
Heaven scarcely to be desired. We
eat, drink, and are merry. Wrapped
in garb of selfish Pleasure, VIC think
of no one, care for no one, but ourselves,
and we the least of all. But there is a
change; all is changed, and 0, how
quickly.
There are times when the soul gro
ping in darkness, which pervades the
valley of sorrow, is ready to faint under
its awful burden, when all the world
around is gloom, deep, impcnetrable
gloom, when in the voice of the zephyr
it can hear no sound, save mournful
wailing. The sun is shut out from view,
the star of hope is gone down in dark
ness. No mortal care can soothe the
agony of the grief stricken one. No, it
must suffer in solitude. All hope of
earthly solace is withdrawn, and timid
eve is turned heavenward, and from the
depths of the weary soul goes up cry of
anguish, and from the bloodless lips, a
petition ascends to the Infinite One, for
pity and relief. But the approach to
the mercy seat is closed and no shower
of Grace falls on the parched heart of
the lone one, who kneels in the agony of
deep despair. Life seems blank.
Death long relief and, in the general
chaos, Reason totters on her throne, and
is no longer dominant. Sorrow bears
in its dismal clasp, at times, the bright
est and the best.
But thanks be unto Him, who ruleth
above in righteousness, this is not our
lI9me. "There is an inheritance incor-
ruptible, undeliled and that fadeth not
away, reserved in heaven for u.s." Let
US endeavor so to live that when the
corroding cares of Time and the griefs
and sorrows, which appertains to this
"vaIe of tears" shall fade away before
the brilliant dawning of that morn of
morns, we may live life of glory in the
eternal world above and sing sweet an
thems to the praise of Him who bought
and redeemed lis, with His own blood.
When our hearts are oppressed with sor-
row, let us think of this and endcavor to
restrain ourselves. If we sorrow for
loved ones lost, let US think of them in
Glory and Of the joy of our meeting at
that last great day. Then the aspect of
things will be changed, then it will seem
as though nature lavished on us her
choicest blessings, and the zcphyr's
gentlest breath will be received with
gladness, and at eventide, the prayer
that once was charged with groans and
signs, will then ascend laden with the
incense of thanksgiving. And at last,
when done with time, our souls purified
by the blood of Jesus, shall be borne on
seraph's wings through the beautiful
gates into the eternal city, there to
dwell forever with the Lord, "where the
wicked cease from troubling and the
weary are at rest" IS.