Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1874-07-11

! present beauty ana lair PiosPe0."
TOO bright for the day in which she
lived. The barbarian Goth and andal
all combined have scarcely left a trace
of her beauty or of her advancement III
science. =,
Rome toe has fallen and the mould.
ering walls of the Coliseum only Tell
that "She was. but is not" 1t now
seemed that the light of science that
had burned so brightly and shone with
such splendor are about to be extin-
,uished forever. But in defiance OF
opposition from Pope aud Priest VINO
wished to bind the soul OF man 10
dark aud hopeless fate, and chill It's
lofty aspirations with the icy hand OF
superstition. it burst forth aud lighted
up the dreary prison cell OF GaIlleo;
beamed forth with cheering hope in the
eloquence of Wickliffe; and gathering
up and concentrating its strength 1t
shone forth with increased power from
an obscure monastery in Germany, and
aroused all Europe from the stupor In
which she had lain for so many years.
1t shook the Papal throne until it trem-
bled under the commissions OF 4 CONT
nent bursting the bands which had held
minds enthralled. This was the dawn
ing of more perfect day, and as the
light of the truth proclaimed by Lnlher
gathered strength, it sent It's cheering
RAYS far and wide over the wild and
desolate field of political strife, and led
the minds of men to 4 reality of peace,
brighter and purer, than even the most
fanciful dreamer had ever pictured to
himself.
The march of science is still onward,
and who can tell where her power shall
stop. If you judge the future by the
past and present, we shall be guilty of a
wilder dream than those who sought
the gilded king of the West and expect
cd to find him seated on diamond
throne. If we attempt to place bounds
to its progress it will be worse than il
we would stay the fearful upheavings
of the deep when dashed to fury by the
storm. Conjecture is lost in wonder
and none dare to express their thoughts
of probabilities.
"Take science, take thy radiant round,
When dimmed revive when lost return,
Till not place on earth be found
On which Thine oIiars do Eot burn"
Essay, "Drining Through Life" by
Miss Sue v koontz.
Orr life passes by like the current OF
a mighty river; our boat glides down
the narrow channel through the playful
murmuring of the waves, and We are
catching at the driftwood 20 it passes,
and amusing ourselves with the foam
ing waters and clear spray, unmindtul
that we are fast travelling to It's end.
The trees spread their leaves over our
young heads and the flowers offer them
selves to our ready hands. As the
beauty of Summer, the frqittplncss OF
Autumn, the support Of Winter depend
upon Spring, so the happiness, wisdom,
and piety of middle life and old age de-
pend upon youth. AS Spring is the
most important season OF the year 80 Is
youth the most important period OF life.
In youth we should improve every mo-
ment of our time. Our life is short and
uncertain. 1t is like tho grass, which,
Sin the morning groweth up and in the
evening is cut down and wlthereth.
eve know not what day may bring
forth. Our days are all numbered.
Three score and ten is the limit, but
how few reach it We should there
fore be very careful to always prepare
in youth for mature years. We can
then study without much hard labor,
but it becomes difficult as we grow Older,
We should make ourselves useful IN many
WAYS. We should wait on the old.
give TO the poor, and comfort those
who are in distress. We ought never
to be ashamed OF our occupation ct it
be what it will. Is it not better 10 be
working than to be idle Satan al
ways finds some mischief for idle hands
TO do. In various periods Of life, and
especially in youth, there IS hesitation
as to the choice persoE shall make.
On one hand religion demands our at
tention, sets before US the destructive
consequences of sin, requires us to re-
linquish the vanities of the world, and.
offers us in their stead the pleasures of
a good conscience and eternal happiness
in another world. But nearest ut hand
the smiling world presents her fatter-
ing Joys, invites us to taste her delights,
and leaves the sweets OF religion for
another day. Alas how many among
us content ourselves with the name and
shadow of it, while we deny IFS power
How many others still more careless
neglect even the form of Goodness
Go, ask the old and they will tell lfes
proudcst story. They have had many
trials to overcome and many tempta-
tons to resist; but il they only could
make. up now the idle moments they
spent in youth, they would be different
persons. But alas Time past never
returns Return, O beautiful days OF
youth They are gone, gone forever
Hidden in the misty past they Will re-
turn no more In drifting through life
we live and die without an epltaph TO