Connecticut western news., 1910-06-23
IN LIFE'S SERB AND YELLOW LEAF

Fast the years are fitting, and many dear old face is missing from the chim- ney corner. Many a rocking chair is vacant, many an aged soul has passed on to the final beyond. their life work ended, be it little or great, and at the end, finis has been written, across ife's page.
 The life of the aged is full of lessons, if one but heed and profit by the study; lessons of success or lessons of failure; lessons of humilitude or lessons of pride. There they stand, like grand old trees of the forest. stripped of their verdure by the blasts of many winters and bowed under the inevitable weight of years. Some may seem quarrelous and peevish, and others are like sunbeams along life 8 way. It may be largely a question of environment rather than one of dispo- sition.
 Age is much like a thermometer. To- day the mercury of hope rises high and the sunshine of happiness diffusss itself all along the pathway, beaming from the face, kindling the eye with the sparkle of youth, warming the heart with tenderness, and the aged one lives again amid the joyous days of a by-gone past. Tomorrow there may come 8 fall ill the mercury and where erstwhile sunbeams were scattered along life'S ways are now darkening shadow, and chilling blasts have taken place of sum mer zephyrs, and despondency is mani fest i'll the decreptitude of years.
 Bear patiently with them. Humor their eccentricities. Try to make life happier and pleasanter for them, though to do so may cost you an effort. It will be time well repaid, for it will bring joy and consoltion to desolate hearts,
 Those there are, who in life's sere and yellow leaf, are perpetual incentive to higher living. Whose patient faces day by day speak of 8 life well lived and a conscience free from strife. Whose very helplessness is an example of patience.
 Many grand old face bears upon its rugged seams the radiance of a glory beyond it's own. It is as if it but waited patiently the opening of celestial gates to be waited into that atmosphere of perpetual harmony to which it belongs.
 You will recall such an one. How many times you have profted by his or her earnest counsel. It has lifted you from out many slough of dispond and has cheered your heart when it was heavy with grief or care. Yes, the aged teach their lessons and wise are they who profit by those teachings, for in a great measure upon them may rests our own success or failure.
 The life of one is often the repetition of that of another, but surrounded by changed. environment. Similar tempta tions come and similar opportunities. He or she who chooses wisdom's s path is wise in their day and age But he who can not learn valuable lessons from con- tact with age is stultifed both in mental and moral growth.
 Yes, the older generation is passing away, and it's like we shall never again see, for it presents an age remarkable in the worlds history. It has witnessed the march of progress from the day of the tallow candle to the age of the cleo tric light; from the slow mail-rider with his letter package to the wonderful de velopment of an international posta system; from the slow method of con- munication, to the telegraph and tele- phone; from the stage coach to the cleo tric car; from the old wood burning To- comotive and its primitive cars to the fast Empire express, with it's luxurious equipment; from the old red school house to the palatial academy and high school; from dreams of aerial naviga- ton to it's actual fact.
 The life of the aged has been one passed amid trying scenes, out of which