Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1880-04-23

thoughts
Can grasp uncrushcd, or vision bear UNI
quenched."
The point ut which rested, the river is
narrow, walled in upon either side by
jagged rocks, through which the water
rushes with a rear through gorges, now and
then plunging down precipices or dashing
madly over huge masses Of shelving rock.
AS gazed upon the rugged cliffs, the fright
full dashing of the foaming waters, or looked
down upon some yawning chasm, could
but be impressed that such scenes serve to
inspire some Of the lottest sentiments that
can fill the heart Of man, and cause him to
feel not only his impotence, but leads him
to inquire who made and sustains these
wonders?
These scenes were familiar; | had been
here many, many times in my boyhood days.
All! they were sunny days, and sunny are
the memories of them, and now rs though
by accident, | had wandered back to see if
time and the waves had worn my thoughts
away. Little do we stop to think midst
the golden hours of youth, that when we
shall have ripened into the rounded fullness
of manhood, looking into the future or back
ward into the sunshine Of the past, the aspi-
rations, the hope will change into regret and
the yawning Of the heart, speaking from its
silent depths, will be--"would were a boy
again"
never was fond of fishing, there is no;h-
ing romantic or beautiful about il, and sell
dom results in anything practical. How
ever, | concluded | would test my skill in
the piscatorial art, and in few moments had
appended to the rod my line the hook was
baited, | then fastened securely the rod in
ledge of rocks, and threw the line into the
water, the cork seemed to float gracefully and
undisturbed. Moving short distance from
the base of operations took a seat under
the shadow of an old oak the river rolling at
my feet with Its restless waves ever chanting
their grand old anthem, | opened volume
of Bryants poems which had brought with
me, but my eyes would ever wander DER the
most wonderful volume which lay out be-
fore me, for
"Who can paint
Like natureY Can Imagination beast,
Amid its grey creations hues like hers,
Or can il mix them, with that matchIcss
skill
And lose them in each other, as appears
In every bud that blows"
As my eyes ranged over the beautiful and
breathing tabeau, could but exc.aim, whats
beautiful world Yet midst all its grandeur
and beauty, il is one of sorrow, OF trial, of
anguish OF heart, of black disappointment,
Of bitter regrets and temptations from the
the cradle to the grave-pain, sickness and
remorse are our daily companions Life at
best is but II breath and why could it not
have been sun burst Of pleasureY Why
should it not alwas be spring time with its
silver rippes OF light creeping through the
heart, warming it into gladnessY Why could
not the beautiful and mellow hours Of the
golden summertime remain with us that
soft and sunny days might be ours H-such
days AS when the splcndor of the rpened
leaf glows in the rich hazy sunlight Of an
Indian summer, and all is peace and beauty.
"Oh, man, thou feeble tenant of an hour,
Debased by slavery, or corruptby power"
learn to know that all these things were
considered in the council Of eternity. "Ihc
heavens DECLARE the CORY Of God, the llrma-
ment shows his handiwoFk, aud the earth
bears traces Of his path" And just in pro-
portion rs we study aud examine His works,
their infinite regularity and magnitude, our
convictions Of His existence deepens, our
feeling vi security Is strengthened and our
sense OF responsibility increased Peace,
false saphlsl oyer q false and hollow philos-
ophy, attempt not to call into question the
wisdom, cory and design Of God, till thou
canst create planet, breathe into it life and
send it rolling through infinite space; learn
10 know that sorrow, suffering and care have
their mission Of mercy. God endowed man
with mind, "A mighty engine Of thought as
II were, which goes crushing midst thrones
and despotlsms, upheaylng dynapsos, oblit-
Grating false theories Of governmental insti-
tutlons, administering 10 the wants Of his
ieiiow man, but il was never integded that
hls creations should he made the subject OF
speculative criticism, or his mercy and good
ness To be questioned. The telescope leads
10 one verge Of inlnity the microscope brings
vs. " anntheF, aud IN the discoveries Of
both we realize the fact that everything
created by God bears reciprocal relation
and works 10 the ultimate good OF man.
What "a sense Of resignation 10 His will il
should awaken what a profound feeling Of
gratitude it should call forth, Sepeca has
wisely aad truly said "Ye kinde with de-
light NJ legacy Of lands OF money and hold
tho memory Of tho testator sacred aud dear
and yet for the freedom and command Of the
whole earth, and for the great benefits of our
being, our life, health, and reason we re-
gard ourselves as under no obligation"
pflltlpg from his. current Of thought,
sought tho downy repose of dreamIand--
yes, dream on whilst thou hast the opportu-
nifty, whilst thou canst, for bye-and- bye the
great practical world will laugh to scorn Thy
lenocs, VIII dlsplso thee, lor the angol-chord
which God has fastened 10 thy heart.
Oh, tho sprlng'time Of youth, how the
silver cord tingles with joy and brightens as
We wander through its nowry parterres,
how 1t loves 10 linger over those scenes of
mirth, innocence ard song How II spar
klos undeF the rudy fires Of It's romance how
IL leaps into life US a fiery Mazeppa, around
the alter upon which he placed our blushing
little deity and gathered the richest and
rarest flowers TO strew at her feet, ere sin
had blackened the soul " the yicos Of
thu world had coTOded upon tho heart,
when ambition and noble resolves were
crystalizing and We were preparing to scale
the Jasper wall Of success--faded and gone
they may be, but it Is ever the rosary which
we count midst the angry and frightful
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