Goldsboro weekly argus. [volume] (Goldsboro, N.C.) 1885-1909, 1892-06-09
THE CLASS or "O2".

Graded School that graduated on
Friday They speak for themselves
and commend themselves to the
careful perusal of all our readers :
My Young Friends -
Old Father Ti,ne", with rapid
strides, has brought US to the close
of the session. The hour has come
tor us to separate prob IDLY We
may never all meet again,
hence I feel like saying a few part
ing words to you.
1t has been a great pleasure for
me to impa1t to you what instruc-
ton | have been able to give Your
department has been all that l
could ask [ have found you studi-
Gus !; u intercourse has been ex
ceeG-ngly pleasant to me, and now,
give me your hands,my dear young
friends, and l will lead you to the
dark passages and the rugged sleeps,
whose forbidding shadows fall
gloomily on the highway of life. I
will also conduct you to the green
and sunny spots whereon you may
indulge in innocent delights. Open
vour hearts to my counsels ! [ will
teach you how to escape the teens
ing dangers, which, like troops Of
i'll omend r%hantoms, wait in the
slippery places Of youth, seeking
his destruct on.
| will unfold to you the secrets
of success and of eminence in this
life, and the sure means of winning
a crown OF glory in the next!
1t is, without a doubt, q e.
joyous thought to you, that .oa
have become young men and
women. Manhood has long been
the fairy land of your boyhood's
reveries. Your full heart swells,
as you exclaim:
"Time on my brow has set his seal
I start to find myself a man
Your spirits flow in swift cur
rents of feeling, and your lively
Imagination paints the most in
viting pictures OF the future. To
you, life is the lovely vale Of Arno,
with its enchanting scenery of
groves and gardens, grottoes,
palaces and towers j; it's transparent
lakes, delicious air, and sunny
skies. You ian comprehend the
poet, who says:
Ito sanguine youths enraptured eye,
Heaven has its reflex in the sky,
, The winds themselves nave melody,
Like harp, some seraph sweepeth
, A silver decks the hawthorn bloom,
A legend shrines the messy tomb,
= And spirits throng the starry gloom,
Her reign when midnight keepeth"
6 1t seems a pity to dim SO fair a
vision. | feel sad, as l proceed to
break the sweet enchantment, and
by touching it with the wand oil
truth, to overcast it with clouds
and storms. But l should not be
a faithful friend, if ! did not assure
, you that these rosy anticipationi
are destined to be followed by dis
appointment. You must, and will
learn, the truthfulness of the fol
! lowing sweetly solemn strain:
" Little we dream when life is new
And nature fresh and fair to view,
When throbs the heart to pleasure true,
I AS if for naught it wanted
That year by year, and ray by ray,
Romance's sunlight dies away,
And long before the hair is gray
. The heart is disenchanted"
Let us walk forth into the fields
and learn a lesson from yondel
husbandman. He is casting hand
fuls of seed broadcast upon the up
turned soil. A moments refec
ton teaches you that very much o
q the forthcoming harvest depend
e upon that owe and his seed. /
he has properly chosen and pre-
pared the soil,-if the seed be o.
high quality,-if it be sown il
It proper quantity,and narrowed will
all due skill, the conditions of
Y good and abundant harvest ar
d fulfilled, and may be REASONABLE,
expected. But if he has scantil,
sown, poor seed in an ungenial AM
il neglected soil, a good harvest is GU
Of the question. The application
of this figure to yourself is easy.
a You are now a sower of.seed OF
y the field of life. These bright day
d of youth are the seed time
Every thought of your intellect
If every emotion of your heart, ever,
It word of your tongue. every prin
20 ciDle YOU adOpt. every act Won Der
/" form, is a seed, whose good or evi
will be the bliss or bane of you
10 after time. AS ia the seed. 40 Wi