|" ONE AND TWENTY"
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With youth no period is looked forward to with so much impatience, as the hour which shall end our minority-with man hood. none is looked back to with so much regret. Freedom appears to the young man as the bright star in the Armament of his existence, and is never lost sight of until the goal for which he has been so long travelling, is reached. When the mind and the spirit are young, the season of manhood is reflected with brightness from the future which nothing can dim but its own cold reality. The busy world is stretched out before our boyhood like the exhibition of mechanical autOmata--we behold the merchant accommodating wealth, the scholar planting his foot upon the summit of the temple of fame, the warrior twining his brow with the laurel wreath, and we yearn to struggle with 'hem for