Ashtabula telegraph. (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1874-1880, 1874-03-14
So in Advance.
PASSiNGAwAx

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Form will soon return to its native
dust, and the glori6ed spirit will rise
from the cares and strifes of This
world of sin and sorrow, to be forev,
er with its God. Oh, then. deal
gently with the aged cue, speak kind.
y TO the man of many years; for, re-
member, that when departed when
numbered with the dead. every harsh
look, every unkind word, will come
thrilling back upon thy memory, and
stamp its impress upon thy conscience
in flames of livid fire, What though
peevish words sometimes fall from
his lips? He bends not under the
load of guilt, but of years. He has
proved the world, and found il nm
true. He has reveled amid the CAV
scenes of frivolity and fashion: he
roamed over the fowery lawn of
pleasure" and has drank deem of
the fountain of earthly hiss. bnt
never In these has he found iov with
out SORROW, or happiness void of
grief. He has seen the bright bean-
ty of earth fade like the mornino
cloud. and knows that it's pIeasnraS
pass as feetly as the rainbow that
smiles amid April showers. The
gay dreams of his youth have van
lshedj his hopes have been bighted;
his expectations have perished, the
friends of his early DAYS have fed.
ne is left like the lone tree in the
midst OF the field. which stands the
sole representative of nation. who
once waved their green scepters over
our broad land. Its aged form Is
rudely rocked by the wild wind and
the breeze plays thoughtlesslv among
its branches; but still it stands, q
monument of ancient glory. So he
too has remained, when all that
were dear have departed. The chill.
ing breezes of adversity have blown
Ill fury upon him, and the dark
storms of affiiction burst in terror
over his headi but calm and serene
has he stood amid the raging ele.
ments. -.-.i 80
But worldly care. though lightly borne,
Their impress leave behind;
And spirits which their boEds would spurn.
The blighting traces 6Rd,"
And canst thou wonder that an
impatient word sometimes escanes
him? Oh, rather pity and console
him. Sorrow has Leen his lot. for
it is the lot of all. None whose sit
uatiOns are so elevated, but thew
must Oftimes feel that earth is not a
paradise, or life an uninterrupted
scene of enjoyment.
We see the traces of departed
beauty III the withered leaf of autumn;
we hear it proclaimed that all are
passing away" in the soft mur-
muir of the bright rivulet that wan
ders carelessly along little knowing
that the chilling grasp of winter viii
soon hush It's song of mirth and mel
Ody; and We feel it, when tender ties
are severed and warm hearts grow
cold. The beauties of nature will
fade; the splendid works of art will
decay; and man, seven he shall flee,
like shadow shall he pass away"
A little while, and the landscape was
dressed in Yerdure and clothed in
beauty. The summer bird sang its
lay of Joy and sported in happiness
among the green trees; and the flow
ers, those emblems of purity and low
illness, opened their eyes to the morn
ing sky, and spread their young
leaves % the gentle breeze, s'tlll fell
the frost from the clear cold heaven"
They have passed away.
Greece, with its splendid works of
art; Italy, with its poets and sculp-
tors, are remembered but in name.
The magnificence of the former, her
beautiful palaces, her strong for
tresses, her great statesmen, her
mighty warriors, and the conquests
she achiVed over mind and man,
have fled away. Italy, once the
land of genius and the home of art,
is now the seat of deepest moral
darkness, and the land of oppression
and slavery. Ignorance reigns and
superstition triQmphs, where once
her halls OF learning stood; and in
stead of the imVaSSioned eloquenee
of her mighty orators, is heard the
low chanting of those emisSaFfes Of
night, and the poor penitent bends
in feigned sorrow at that shrine of
guilt and pollution-the confessional.
Her day of Joy has passed away.
Cicero and his mighty eloquence; De-
mosthenes, and the thunder of his
power, are no longer heard. Xerxes,
who caused nations to tremble, and
subdued kingdoms and empires to
his sway; and even Bonaparte, that
man of conquests and blood, are
comparatively forgotten. Passing
away" is written upon all things
earthly.
II is written on the trees,
A. the young leaves glistenihg play,
Aud on brighter things than III Sc.
Passing away.
1t is written on the brow,
Where the spirits ardent ray
Lives, burns, and lriumphs now
Passing away
The one who composed the above
beautiful lines, has verified the sol
emn prediction. Those whose stand
ing in society gives them influence;
those who can command respect
from the Ignorant and admiration
from the learned; the philosopher
and the peasant, the high and the
| loS, all own the sway of Time.
Death visits alike the palace of the
rich and the hoyel of the poor; Time
stamps its impress alike upon the
great and good, and the low and
vicious.
REcEIPT FOR THE MEAsLEs.-A
good lady, who had two children
sick with the measles, wrote to a
friend for the best remedy. The
friend had just received a note from
another lady, inquiring the way to
make pickles. In the confusion, the
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