The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1875-08-13

We arc growing old, IL tried aud
| true SAYING. Iu our swaddliug cloths
we are cradcled upun tie wings OF Time.
aud as the old gent is no laggard, and
tsrries not in all the plain. we are car
Iried forth with speed to our destination.
We will thus be n silent spectator Till
we arrive ut the platform OF Old Age:
VII intermediate points are "a silent letter
In this vocabulary; but then, there and
from thence, we will take up the thread
OF "a few remarks. which may, perchancc,
form The warp and woof for the check
cred web of our afternoon life. AL
though approached in mufilcd silence
by this sedste parsonage, our weary
gait and imp'ired faculties apprise us Of
the fact. Ii is written all over our Wis
age in legible characters, and nestlcs IN
every fold Of our garment. and as we
peer awSy back in the misty past. we
behold the relations of our past pleasures
stand out in bold relief, wrecked mari
ners on the sea Of life.
We now gather up the remaining
fragments and debris Of this life. bind
them into fagois. and cast them behind
us; we turn our backs upon the world,
9 iher gems from the sacred ca.kci of
truth and treasure them IN our hearts TO
be drawn on when required.
Delightful period of life, 10 bc nurscd
IN the lap of Mother Age, that aniedi-
lavian matron who put the palm of vic
tory into the hands of Met'usala, and
ggve him the uppermost seat IN her
sanctum. Her Citadel il "A private nook
for the retired merchant of life in which
TO east up his accounts, adjust his profits
and ascertain his balance. TO see wheth-
or or not he is found wanting. Has he
put his talents 10 use or laid them up ia
napkin; has he given cup Of water to
the W cary Disciple has he wept tears ot
sympathy over the crring brother or
sister; has he turned the other check,
gave the CLOAK. Also" or "wcnt the
twain mile :" ii so il is well, and he has
not grown old in vain. and in this
charmed circle, girdled by infancy and
old age IN repose from the noon day
sun OF life, at even time it shall be-
light.
| Aud now dear reader mine. look not
with contempt or indifference upon the
aged, hnwcver uncouth or antique. how.
ever infrm or shorn of their formel
couriliness, "Thou slalt rise up .cfors
the hoary head and honor the ilacc of the
aged" They have fought many hard
battles ia life. In their corrugated brow
Won can read the history better than the
date of their life, and in their furrowcd
check are traces OF tears which were
wept unknown to any but themselves,
bnt their silent conflicts aud meek for
btalancc aIe photographed on The pages
OF the past. and repose in the inches OF
limc sinnding monuments. repletc with
the, isirdes OF liie.and finally, 4sthey
iouc dong the rugged shore OF time
bcaring aloit in their trembling hand.
the ensign of old age. a. il quivers in
4 the dewy twilight. The departing rays o
! the setting sun of heir lie is kissing il
, \ faint good by. The ship which is tc
bear them across the river Of Death !,
nj anchor, ihe sails trimmed and adjust.
ell. and who can know with what pre-
ciou~ merchandise that ship will bt
! freighiel. for the crown is not in til,
beginning, nor in the middle, but at tn,
end.
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