FROM THE AMERICAN MONTHLY MAGAZINE

TOuTEI AlyD OLD AGE.
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"Icame to the phace Of my birth, and said, tie
friends Of my youth where are Mcy! oAd echo an
Stoered, Where are Mey''


When he summer day of youth is slowly and
81 emily waning away into the night fall of age,
and the shadows OF past years grow deeper an
Id eper as life wears to close, 1t is pleasant 4"
look back, through the vista of time, npnn the sor
rows and felictles Of early years. IT we have 3
home 10 shelter and hearts TO rejoice with US, and
if friends gathered together around our tire
sides, the rough places of our waytarng will be
worn and smoothed away in the twilight OF life,
whilst the sunny spots we have passed through
grow brighter and more beautiful. Happy m.
deed are those, whose in ercourse with the world
has no, changed the tone of their holier feelings
mr. broken those musical chords of the heart


who's vibrations are so melodious, SO tender and
so touching in the evening of age. AS the cur


rem of time winds slowly aw y, Washing along
with il the sands Of life AMI wasting the vIgor OF
our gre, ner years. like the stream that steals u


way the soil from the sapling upon its bank we
look with u kind OF melancholy Joy at The decay
Of things around us. TO see the trees, under
whose shade we sat in earlier years, and upon
whose rinds we carved our names in the light
hearted gaiety of boyhood-ss if these memorials
of our existence would long survive It's ito see
these whitening away like ourselves with the in


irmitics OF age, vxcites within us mnurnful but
pleasant feelings for the past, and prophetic ones
Tor the future The thoughts occas'ontd by
those frail and perishing records ofyonngf days,
when the friends. that are now lingering like
ourselves upon the brink of the grave, or have


long been asleep in its quiet bosom, were around
us buoyant with the gaiety OF youthful spirit, are


like the dark clouds, when the storm IS gone,
tinged by the farewell rays Of the setting sun. In
these recoec,ions of former times the past and
the present meet together. We so back again


into the valley of youth, we gaze upon the YES


iges we left behind ns then, and tread in the
footsteps we trod in before. We remember the
thoughtlcssness and hiarty, the summer and
sunshine of boyhood, the hopes and fears, the
aspirations and revelries of yonth and we may
remember too that those whose hearts were light,
est, and whose hopes the fairest, were sooner than