Waterbury evening Democrat., 1890-11-15
YOUNG, THOUGH OLD.
Some People Never Feel theWeight
 of Declining Yoars.

There comes a time when we grow old some of us.
 All men and women do not grow old. Some people die young. But it may be stated as a dcmonstrable fact that all people who live long enough grow old.
 The longer you live. the older you grow
 Some people carefully disguise the fact, but coat of paint on an old house merely makes it look smart; it doesn't keep the rickety old stairway from crealIing, and it won't straighten up the window-frame that's gone little askew as the house settles. You can-oH at least, the man from whom I bought my last horse can-fX up an old horse of seventeen years tc look like a frtsky colt of three or Sour, and to act it, too, for about fifteen minutes But it won't last
 There are times when Q woman who is walking that pleasant decade of her pill grimago between the fortieth and fifti- eth milestomcs fHelS inspired to run, and leap, and dance, and sing, and renew her youth in various ways, but the spirit is evanescent, and the fashion of it pass eth away, and she sayeth ''of laughter, 1t is mad; and of mirth, what doeth it?' And she loolIcth upon ''thc men singers and women singers, and the delights of sons of mcn," and behold, all is vanity and vexation of spirit, and there is no profit to her in that sort of thing.
 C"But," say you, ''can not one be young hearted after forty?"
 Yea, beloved, after sixty or seventy. Down to tho days of te-haired old ago the heart may glow with ten dernesS, and the quiet warmth of the June sunshine of years ago stored away in it's chambers as ages ago the sun stored his heat and light away in the forests ot the earth, to dance and gleam and glow again in merry flames and summon warmth upon the coal-fed hearths to-day.
 For this reason, oh, my young read CTS, rejoice in the days of your youth, when the light is sweet and it is pleas ant thing for the eyes to behold the sun; let your hearts cheer for you in these days of sunshine and nights of star light, land remove anger from thy heart and put away evil from thy flesh, !" remembering "the days of darkness, for they shall be manyl' And the firelight that will come to glow upon the hearth and dance in warmth and tenderness upon the walls of your hearts chambers in those days will be the light you are storing away now.
 Be happy and light-hearted then; but be the house of your mirth as pure a temple, and your laughter sinless as the songs of birds; in all your mirth and dancing, exalt wisdom; and, indeed, she shall bring thee to honor, and give to
 thine head an ornament grace; then shall the years of thy life be many and
 thy heart be very young.
 There's Q sister I often meet in my
 travels. She is the good sister who
 "feels just as young as ever she was"
 She's kittenish thing, yet she'd be a little more kittenish if she was little less elephantine.
 Frisky old girl, how she does love to climb into the swing at the picnicI Weighs two hundred and fifteen and
 makes the swing creak like hoisting tackle.
 Higher, Mir. Thinshanks! Higherl Oh, higherl You can't frighten mel
 Pm not one of the scary sort of girls" You bet she isn't. Has six children,
 and if you'll mistake her for her eldest l daughters sweet, slender girl, with an oval face, spiritueile expression and figure as graceful as . swaying lily
 she'll ask you to dinner for week. Plays Pussy wants corner" and
 "lIunt the slipper" Loves to "teeter. "
 With an eighteen-foot board you have to pull all but about thirty inches over
 to your side of the trestle to make 1t balance. When the board is balanced