Arizona weekly enterprise., 1888-12-29
At the End.

AL tiA0 nIlUs
 Another year is almost ended. We have read its mystic volume, page by page, and now the last few pages lie before us, bare half score of them, and then it will be a closed record to us forever, a beautiful something which we can never hold as ours again
 We finger over the last leaves 10th to pass on to the next ones, full of sweet surprise though they are to some of us, and our hearts, however brave they may be, ache in a slow marked way for the cherished treasure which we must miss henceforth
 Only once have we been permitted to read the lessons set before us, those lessons which we have either taken into our hearts or passed by unheed- ingly, only once have we beheld the marvellous views this book has con tained for us, and which are different for everyone, but in memory they are all ours. We may look upon fairer scenes and more beautiful faces, but still we will miss the sunny glades where our feet have wandered, and the faces which have gladdened our hearts, through these last twelve months.
 All the faces which rise before us, how dear they are! How we long to turn back the pages and rest our eyes on them once more, as we may per haps never do again until "God's greatness flows around our incomplete ness round our restlessness his rest"
 Many are with us still, the dear home faces most precious of all, and yet even these are not always to be with us Even now the shadow of the Angels gloomy presence dark ems many homes, and on every hand are mementoes of the loved and lost.
 IfinGeed we were to do all we can do to begin the new year with enmity towards none and charity towards all, only the hereafter could reveal the good accomplished.
 We are all looking forward to the coming year, some with glad expect ancy, some with eager longing, some with fear and trembling, and to all it comes like a clasped volume upon whose stainless pages no word as yet is written. And as with us much of the years record will rest, may He who is able to help us, guide us while we write.
 We have each some especial desire for the coming year to fulfill. Some of us wish greater success in business some of us are looking ahead to more cOngenial associations and closer home ties, and others to the lifting of bur dens for which this year has brought no relief. Our burdens are so many, they come to us in such varied forms that we are often unprepared to sym pathize with others because we can not see how heavy their burdens are.
 Many are hoping that this coming year will bring them a revival of their old time strength, of which they have been shorn by accident or slow disease, and of these, some know that strength and ease will only come with the dawn of that other life whose coming even now irridiates their sky.
 Sooner or later nearly all of us are called to watch, either from far or near, the slow decline of some life most dear and precious to us. It may be parent or child, or the chosen com panion of ife's cares and joys, or some dearly loved friend, but in any case it is hard enough to realize the pain and suffering the dear one en. dures and which we would so gladly could minister to their wants our DOT tion seems bitter enough, but when we are powerless to do even that which we can only wait in helpless, sorrow till the dear one goes out in that other better land, only God can know how our hearts are wrung.
 Yes though we know, as some of us do today, that before the New Year ends, some one whom we love will have left us forever, we cannot fee, wholly sad, for we know that He who has led them and us 80 far, will leaC us safely home at nightfall, and then we shall be together again with no feal of parting to mar the joy of our re union.
 The New Year is very near us witt its joys and cares its grand possibili ties it's overwhelming responsibilities and in our weak human hands will lit the power to fill its as yet unsullieC pages with grand resolves and grand CT deeds; with noble views of Goo and man, or broken pledges and veal ignoble deeds unworthy of us, as mer and women.
 Let US be careful, yes and prayer ful too, andlseeking higher aid, mak its record what we shall wish it to b, when "the blessed angels turn the re cord of our years" O. P. A.
 SILVER KIHa, Dec. 22. 1888.