The University daily. [volume] (Morgantown, W. Va.) 18??-????, 1895-06-13
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Language was unknown, when the lips.
Of man had; never formed q word.
That which man knows, man must
have learned The history Of the.
world has been d history Of progress.
1t is a long way from the gibberage 3of
B the savage to the sonnets Of Shakes.
peare-from the pipes Of Pan to the,
modern orchestra voiced with every
sound from the glad MARBLE Of the
mated bird to the loud thunder of
the sea. Its long stride from the
time our ancestors, encountered by
misery and want, crowded themselves
into miserable caves, to the splendid
homes Of our day filled with their ar
ticles of art, luxury and use. Think
of the countless years preceding gen
erations have CROPPED in ignorance and
superstitution. Think Of the advance
ment that has marked our career from
the uncivilized condition Of that age.
to the intellectual conquests Of the
present day
The record Of every nation has
taught some lesson, and II the govern
ments of to-day do not strive to make
themselves the best results of all the
past, their statesmen are not wise.
The nation which stands to-day with
sixty centuries of experience for its
guidance and then fails to perform
some noble mission for her people and
give some encouraging lesson to man
kind is cumbersome to the soil.
When we take glimpse of history
and attempt to secure the riches of
experience which other nations have
left, nothing but wrecks and ruins and
revolutions meet our gaze. The pan
Drama presents only monuments of
rtand genius, the temples of 5ambi-
ton, and pride and vanity which every
moment, have risen and been hurled
to the earth in the path of man to re-
mind himtof the changefulness oflaH
human greatness and grandeur. What
does all this mean to man? To him
it is the oracle Of ages-it speaks like
trumpet from the tomb. It speaks
with a, voice of thunder to the heart
a voice more impressive than the
tongue Of Tully-more symphonious
than the harp of HomeF-more pfct-
uresque than the pencil of Apelles.
In the shadow of all the wrecks of
ages stands Time, the impartial CON
queror. Imagine him as he rests for
a moment on the pedestal of years his
white locks streaming in the winds of
of winter, and his, aged hand pointing
to the ruins of empires, and his frail
form bending over the. tombs of orien-
tai genius, where the lamp of glory
still burns and the light of immortal
ty streams. .,%G.~a I'll
Behind the billowy tide of time
lies the Wondering record Of ages.
What scenes are presented to the keen
imagination of man. He beholdsHhis
own destiny and the doom of his no
blest achievements. He builds the,
colossal temple of his own renown--
he dedicates it to other ages-it stands
on a rock and bathes its head in the
blue clouds of heaven, butt behold,
triumphant time hurls it with all its
grandeur to the dust. Soft is with
man whose hot and hurried existence
precfpitates his own dissolution. And
so it is with the empires Of earth.
they rise, they flourish and they fall
as if they had never been Egypt,
/ the birthplace of science, is only a
land of sacred recollections. Before
the red armIof Goth and Vandal her
institutions have been levelled to the
dust. The serpent now inhabits the
temple where the worshiper, once
bent the knee of alteration, the oracle
has been silent for ages. and the
priestess long since fled from thefall-
en- shrine. t:7f -.
And where are the9cloud-capt Pyra-
mids, the wonder Of the world? Alas,
they still stand a mournful monument
of human ambition, But where are
the kings who planned, andsthe mil.
lions of miserable slaves who erected
them: Gone down To the grave: the
rank weed waves over the sepulchre
Of their Wondering benes And last
ing as they may seem, such shall be
.the4ate VI these Sramids which stand
as the beacon Of misguided ambition;
the wave Of time shall roll over them
ana bury them foreverin the general
mausoleum of ages. s&s
Thus shall all the grandeur and glo-
ry of the world yield to the victorious
tooth Of time. That which has been
the story Of Egypt, has been the story
of every nation and every age. Even
the city of God hath fallen, and amid
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