Whig and tribune. [volume] (Jackson, Tenn.) 1870-1877, 1872-04-20
Ye.tcrdnT-ro-Day.

Yesterday is "gone Rllmmerlng
through the dream Of things that
were: q schoolboy's tale, the wonder
Of an hour" TO-dayis here, ffolght-
ed with immortal interest, ready 70
be launched into eternity; moored
only for a moment In the haven Of
the present noon Of being. To-day
is the warp and woof Of the souls
henceforth-the record Of eternity
in .GVe letters.
Tomorrow? Tomorrow never
comes. There Is no such period In
aIl the hoary calendar Of Time
Embosomed IN the dark Beyond, no
mortal hand can lift the misty cur
tain, no humae eye behold its mys-
teries, no mind solve its problems,
no human ear catch the dOWn-popr-
ing oration from the iar-cn land be-
yoIsd the 'ss--sunl tiue which glfte Ne
round" Memory lives rf,on t1o
outstretched plains Of Yesterday,
holds communion with the ghosts OF
the dead, and suns It's plnmAge IN
the light of other days. Here ana
there, an oasis gems the desert OF
the Past, and fountain OF beauty
springs up along the wastes OF Mem
ory-
sThough the ocean roar around US
still It's waves shall bear us on;
Though the desert should surround Us,
IL hath springs that may be won"
How the bright spots on the bo-
som of Yesterday charm usi "A
kindly uttered word, q mountain
temptation resisted, and trampled
into dust beneath the feet Of brave
| endeavors, a shout of victory, ut
tered in Gods strength, amid the
flashing swords Of envy, and the
blazing fire-brands Of the worlds
/ cruel mockery and hate, victory
won In spite of earth and he'll
These grand memories leap from
out the historic rolls Of the Past,
aud gird the soul with angels ar
NOR. Yesterday tells us what we
NAV do To-day; 20 feel the soul
thrill with the grandeur Of To-mor-
row, and so make peace with histo-
nv. Then, thanks be to Cod Yes
terday is crowned with glory 70 the
brave, true, humble heart. Memory
need not feed on bones and husks;
she NAV feast on angels food. To-
day? What are we doing today
The nOtO of being is the seed time
of distant harvests, whose golden
glories will be gathered by the sons
of God, in the morning light OF
Eternity. "NotC is the day Of sal
yation: aoto is the accepted time;"
now is mans heritage for veal or
woe. God says, Now. Man says,
Tomorrow. Tomorrow rs the
; thick OF time"-fruitless libel on
{ Nature. Nature asks no credit. Her
5 beneficence strews the heavens with
3 light, the air with fragrance, the
earth with food. She does not IN
s | suit the stricken starveling with To-
Z; morrow's promises; her promises
like Gods are "Yea, and amen
d We are living to-day; to-morroW =
. our friends may say: "He Is deedF
s To-day we may toil for Gods glory
r and humanity's great good, and
: carve our record where the star
; glitter and the angels sing. Oh
e brother man, glorify the soul By
the post OF duty, and though az
: men forsake you, the armies o.
: heaven will encamp around abou'
8 YOU. Pour your victorious sons
: over the bosom of the storm. Throw
II away tho scabbard and fash ths
Y fiery steel in the face Of humanity
o enemy, Christ's foe. Speak gently z
- the erring, speak grandly TO tn
Is tried lift up the fallen, strengthen IN
/, feeble, feed the hungry, clothe tn.
g naked, visit the sick, bury the dead
s. educate the orphan and love Coz
ie and your felloW-man. Let tho an
d gels see that your religion Is NOR
70 than the splendid pageantry Of bar
4 rem ritualism-a glorihed charit
e vital with labors Of love, and full .
rs immortal, moveless faith. Batll
,r for the right; crush down the wrong
d Shout amid the blaze of life's grans
Of battle for God and Humanity
he YOU have friends, love them; neve
le degrade your manhood by desert
E. ing them; II they fall, lift them NJ
III and stand by them until they ca
ne stand and run and fly. IL you hav
in enemies, thank God FOR IL; they 81
err guards by the portals Of hell; pi'
ed quets by the shrines OF temptation
n, they beat US back from the gates
v. wrong aud ruin. Thank God Il
" your enemies? Save them; II II We
w enough to let your lives stamp the
rt. prophecies with falsehood- Wor
lie for God and Humanity.
be ~And when steals the even tide,
When Hfe's Saturday Il gone,
dc We'll fling our working dress aside,
n And put our Sabbath garments on
nm -E. II. Osborne.