The Mt. Sterling advocate. (Mt. Sterling, Ky.) 1890-current, 1895-03-05
"AuLD LANG SYNE."


1t is profitable to turn our faces to the
3uture and strain our eyes to see be-
hind the vail through which no human
vision can pierce. And surely 1t is
not Improbable for US to pause during
these laundering days of business,
enterprise and industry, and allow
memory, muse regent of the past,
speak to us with her silent but persua-
sive eloquence, and with her aid we
may pause and rest by the wayside
and call up the petty wars and
tumults, the victories amp conquests,
the pleasures and joys of those lands
of "by-gone," and
alike one who cons at evening
Ore an album all alone
And muses. on the faces
OF the friends that he has known.
AEs so turn the leaves of fancy
Till in shadowy design,
- see the smiling features
or the days ofsAuld Lang Syne.'
First memory with her magicians
ward calls up those days that seem to
us but as dream, and / can see her
face brighten with the FRANKS and
tricks of early boyhood. The stolen
Melons and other fruits in season rid
ing the very horse you had been told
mot to; riding the cows for the same
reason; killing chickens and such
things for pure mischief.
The first pair of boots with brass
toes. / slept in mine. The trips to
A,the cabins after supper to hear the
ghost stories and then be afraid to go
back to the house. To waken Satur-
day morning after having dreamed all
night of the fish you never caught"
and have your father give you work
enough to keep you busy for week ;
then "the whining school boy with
his satchel and shining morning face,
creeping like a snail unwillingly to
school !" oh, how dear to my heart is
that school / attended, and the red
headed boy "Bil'' and the pin that
was Bonded, and SO neatly put under
him. Those days at school were full
of Joys and sorrows to us as boys, but
now as men, we only laugh when we
think of those days AMI 81 II. A h!
happy years, once moro who would
not be boy? Tho scene changes
and amid the applauS W" laugh again
at our first appeararrn IN lrng pants
and the time when tho boy ch"nged
into the beardless youth. All! those
were gala days when we thought we
were "Monarchs Of all we surveyed,
our rights then were hone To uislute."
Oh! muse give me words to paint
those days so far behind and yet SO
near. And even now when our
minds wonder back to that time, we
blush as we did then, when we first
told our sweethearts that old, old
story that is ever new. Aud this too
is the poetical age. when through the
private postofiice in some convenient
tree or fence corner we wrote her
verses of "Sure as the vine grows
round the stump, you are my darling
ssgar lump"
But, ahi how swift the years run
by, how soon is the present buried
with those days beyond recall, how
quick the scenes shift, and we find our
selves in college, and looking forward
to the time we shall take our
places among men, and 60 spin
ming down the grooves of change"
1t is we'll for us If our muse
does not bring to mind something that
il, later years makes our cheeks burn
Within blush of shame and mars the
pleasures of all the past. Then we
step into this pushing, busy world to
make a place for ourselves, and It's
then the days of Aud Lang Syne"
seem sweetest. and we wish them
back again. The "Auld Lang Syne"
of the Controversial Club is to me, and
am sure TO us, all memory fondly
cherished and will always be. We
remember our first efforts on the floor
with as much pleasure as we do our
boyhood days. The questions that
nations have been trying to settle for
ages, have been settled by us in a few
hours. The flights of the American
eagle have been too numerous to men
ton. AT first his course was so filled
with dartings. turniDgs and fallings