The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1876-03-09

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menced the publication Of a paper il
Winchester, and 1t has been regularl,
published since then except an inter
! rcgnum during the war, If we were tc
. indulge a sort Of ridiculous penchan
!, Tor writing, what Il long article W,
could make upon this subject! Twenty
years ago! VIZ lock into the mirror,
aud, in the words of Richard, say:
" No deeper wrinkles yet? Hath sorrow
struck
So many blows upon this face Of mine
And made no deeper wounds? o, latter
ing glass.
Like to my followers in prosperity,
Thou dost brguile me-"
Twenty years ago! Oh, the clouds
that overshadow Il young man in the
beginning Of his career! But we have
tried to bear them manfully, with
courage and patience and cheerful
steadfastness-have tried to be happy
above the assaults of adverse fortune,
nor feel exalted by the little good
luck" that has fallen to our lot, We
have read that ''of all things there is
nothing so sad as the last chapter in
lite, through which the old man lin
gers, seeing his friends drop around
him, aud mourufully awaiting the mo-
nent when he too shall drop, like so
many others, into the long waiting
and clearly visible grave" But to be
weighed down in the mid lie and
prime Of life with cares and disap-
pointmeuts-with waning faith in man,
and all that once wooed you on with
fair promises; to smile through eyes
that belle the heart SO full of tears-to
feel you can never o possess that
lightness Of heart which is the happiest
gift Of God, and, in summing up the
results of your unapprcciatcd efforts,
find that pain has been the greatest
ia your existence; that all the
so called pleasures of life have been
llusions-such as the dreams of youth,
ambition, love, and other mcteors-it
IS a dreadful reckoning! Some one
has said that hope is a veritaLly real
pleasure, but, alas! nine-tcntlls of all
our hopes are doomed TO disappoint
nent, and even religious fcrvor can
only be attained, in its higher phases,
4 remuneration Of all earthly
pleasures, and in its lower forms it is
mingled with such fears and doubts as
all happiness. All, Byron
vas right wher he sail,
Count DER the joys thine hours have
seen, ;
Count DER the days from anguish free;
md know. wllatcvcrthou hast been,
It's something better-not to be" I
IAN is low. /
md false, and ~hOllow-clay from first to .
)ur fame is in mems breath, our lives {
upon
less than their breath. $50
We are slaves,
he greatest as the meanc;t-notning c
rests {
pom Il will; the will itsclfno less |
upon Il straw than on u storm" {
All, well! This has naught to do :
With the end of our I4Lh volume. Per )
APPS VIC are inclined to pesslmism, for +,
We are still sick, and it would tax our ,
'atience, were we an angel, to be
heerful with any one, even if he had G
hat poison, called money, to lavish at
'ur demand. 5
Dear subscribers to the Journal, we v
ommence a new volume. We will A
truggle to give you y good paper o
leaven knows we trust that We do not ="
inter- upon this new volume with the -
| wish of any one. We may have ,,
rred-we know we have been misun Il
erstood-but VIC shall, with all our V
npcrtcctions, struggle on, with q brave
and still some hope that II eff
,rts will not be all vanity. t,