Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1880-05-27
The Yesterdays.

The Yesterdays.
Ever since the DAYS of the Wise Man
of All; a great deal of breath has been
expended in talking to the young about
the waste of their time, as II Il were
possible to drill anything Of the sort in
to their minds until il comes to them by
the lessons of experience. You may
tell them, and they may know it by
mere rote and routine, that two from
three leaves one, but they do not know
it as a fact of consciousness till they
have learned it through the visible and
sensible abstraction Of two objects from
three in their own hands.
To the young, life seems like the out
pour of an inexhaustible spring flowing
into boundless sea. Should the spring
by any possibility fail, there il yet the
sea to draw from. They do not realize
that the sea is in the dim confines Of the
life to come, and that only the waters OF
the running river fed by that spring are
theirs. There seems to them to be SO
much time, so boundless future, that
there is no hurry about anything-save
their pleasure-and they may pause on
their chief errand to run after every
butterfly, secure in the perpetuity of
the sunny season. And all at once, IL
they cease the chase and look about
them, it is no longer morning, but high
noon; and lucky indeed are they If they
have not chased butterflies to point
beyond the high noon, and where the
afternoon shadows begin to gather.
As rule, youth is so full of vitality,
so elastic, and so buoyant that the mo-
ments 60 lightly on the wings Of the
swiftly succeeding thoughts and actions.
1t is only the unhealthy young-un-
healthy morally or mentally, or placed
in unhealthy circumstances-who find
any need of using the process known as
killing time," that Thoreau impaled
on the point of bis pen when he said,
"As if one could kill time without in
juring eternity"
For the most of us, alas! time kills It
self all too soon. We but just think of
this subject to be studied, of this art to
be accomplished, of this pleasure to be
enjoyed, of this work to be achieved
| in fact, Just learn how to enjoy and be
| conscious that we are enjoying, we but
just learn how delightful time is-and
time is gone. We have been dallying
with youth and all the sweet properties
of youth, and suddenly the lock of hair
that blows before our eyes is gray.
And what Of that, one might sayP
Silver is as beautiful as gold; white Is
as strong and good in its way as black
or yellow. But the truth Is that that
silver is the insignia OF the frost of the
grave, and the gold was the emblem Of
vitality and pdlsation; and as one re-
places the other we are fain TO know
that the wind which blows from the un-
discovered country Is breathing in our
face.
1t is not that the gold departs from
the hair or the bloom from the cheek in
itself that gives us thought, but the
knowledge of a meaning behind the
fact, that the vital energy departs with
them, and that force which sends us
along the paths of life as the stars are
sent in their courses. And II Is not by
degrees. but usually all at once, that we
are made aware of our loss-loss, too,
of something more than the round beauty
of early years, and all the pleasures that
belonged to them, the loss Of the inter-
ests OF that period. We no longer live
in them; we look back on them. We
remember how sweet those pleasures
and interests were; the bitterness II that
they are no longer sweet, and that We
do not care whether they are sweet or
not; that we have ceased to value them,
to take delight in them, TO long for
them; and that we know that while we
once felt we could not live without them,
we now neither reach forward nor back
for them, and that we put forth all our
energies only in preserving the remnant
of comfort and joy that is left 10 us.
One last amazement comes To us then
when it occurs to us for the first time
haf oro really no 1ont horE rs,
our past, beholding another person than
ourselves. young. passionate, throb-
bling, happy or unhappy fool, but one
calm wisdom and attainment and our
acquaintance than anybody else has.
fully, and take the years as they come,
little saddened. but not melancholy.
Perhaps their passions and emotions
decline with their years; perhaps they
have children and grandchildren, in
whom they see themselves repeated. and
in whom they thus, forgetfully and un-
selfshly, are living their lives over
again. But there are others who fight
hopelessly with fate, and die unrepentant
rebels.
For this latter class there IL only one
comfort, the comfort of faith In immor-
tality; no other consultations than the
consultations of religion. For only those
who regard this life as the entrance Of
the future life, and the relinquishing
grasp of its delights ~ only the rustling
down of cast-of garments before the
putting on Of imp6rishable robes. can
with any equanimity lose conscious hold
of all the pleasant things Of the senses
which belong to the present life
Harper's Bazdr.
How to Make Flavor,ng for Pies
and Cakes.-Take fresh orange or lem
on peel, put it into glass or earthen
vessel, pour upon 1t alcohol enough to
cover it, and let it stand few days.
The alcohol extracts and cuts the oil In
the peel. Take the peel from the al
cohol, cover It with water. and boil un-
til soft. When cold, strain the water
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