Nevada County picayune., 1889-01-02
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along to reach Il3 mark, $" do lile years on the wings of tune, fly to reach their destined goal.
 Soon. we shall have to say anoth- CT year is gone-gone to join the solemn and unreturning past. Time what sublime teacherl In the dark moments of the past, there is con- tinual voice whispering to each one of us: it says in mild but accented words. Remember the precious mo- ments as they drop, like apples of gold. from the boughs of tuturity, down to the present, and on into the ocean of eternity"
 The changes of season and the changes of time are always at hand. Pause for q moment behind the cur tain of inactivity. and then step out into the broad field of creation and view the hideous scenes of nature, and how changed the natural world appears. The once green woods are now bIighted and the flowers have faded and gone: the sweet summer breczes have been blown away, by the angry winds from the frozen zones: the gentle dews of Heaven have ascended through the unmeas- ured sky and sent muttering storms all over the land Time. how rapid ly it rolls on! It comes from the far future. bows to the present, and passes forever by.
 The years are but mile-stones along times great highway, at which we may stop for moment and travel on. Many have no regret for the passing year. They think the next will be a better one: it goes. and in 1t they have no interest: the future absorhs all their minds. Oh. thoughtIess man. how slow to learn the immuta- ble lessons of the past. See what lies along the way of time on land and on sea.
 What wreck, of blasted hopes What expectations perished. What broken ties which we once deemed as strong as adamant What partings, sad and painful What sorrows, can never be told or written in the book of mortal life. What does all this teach Us: l. teaches Us that time is precious, and life is of greatest worth. Yes, time is precious, and time IS short. Think how soon will come summer 10 warm the frozen land and decorate the earth with robes of green. We should consider how neeting time is: lis like the forked lightning that spans the un- measured skies
 See man. as he travels on; he Is like the beast grazing on the green banks of mighty river, that flows into the river of eternal life; soon he will be swept with the good on down to honor and distinction, or cast like drift wood upon the shores of endless detruction.
 Oh that man would consider and act wisely. How short, indeed, is human life. The dying and the dead go on continually-they cease not for one moment; even tonight, while the winds blow shrill through the waving trees, and the clouds are dark and cold. the Great Jehovah stands with this mighty sword waving across the universe, clipping now and then  brittle threads, upon which hang the live, of many dear ones; and with theM are buried their mothers fair est, brighcst and fondcst hopes. But there is One though that whispers peace in the bosom of all earthly pl- grims here below; 'tis the voice of our Maste, telling Us there is a home beyond the river of Death, where all is peace, pleasure and love.
 And now. kind friends, we close another year, and the last to many, will soon pass away. and my earnest wish is. that every one, old and young, may be greatly blessed in time Co come, and when oar days shall have been numbered here on earth, may the Angel of Mercy bear Us all home to Heaven. where we may meet oar friends who have goac before, in that joyful and never ending eterni tx. J. F. WooroN,
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