FIFE SUMMER IS PAST:
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Ven unan, thy fe6d pursuits Gorbear!

 RepeM!-thy end is nigh! ss

 Death, at the taFthess, can't be far l Oh' think before you die!

 Reaect-,hou hast soul to save.

 1 ,,,f ny sins-@how high they mount: W@a. are lhy hores beyond the gravel h"~ stands thy dread accouni7

 Fhe three short months of summer have

 PasScd' and autumn, with its yellow and

 scared leat, IS before us. How fast. how very last, time passes away. It seems bue

 yesterday when the earth put forth thu

 nowers and the blossoms of spring, and now I autumn has succeeded to summer. Dav follows day, and year follows year, in quick

 and rapid succession, and amidst the tur.

 lnoit and excitement and bustle of life. we forget how rapidly we are moving on that f" journey from whose bourne no traveller retnrns." *~

 The summer is past :! What a sad and Obstructive lesson does the rapid chanue of seasons leave us of our destiny. In tho spr!ng-tide of life our hearts may have beat high with the hopes and delightful antici- pasions of future years of promise. The summers sun may have rose upon us with out cloud, and its last rays of light nav have been more beautiful than the irsr.- And then the autumn gathers around us. testing the hopes of our earlier years, and stamping upon all either disappointment or success, according as we have treasured up the talents bestowed upon us by our maker. Then comes the winter of life, when the joyous hopes of boyhood are looked upon as wild eathusiasm, and when the iudp-, n'ent, nsat0red by experience, will unite with the wise man of Israel in saying, van lty of vanities, all is vanity.

 .. The summer is past, and perhaps with Inc writer and reader, it has passed forev- pr. To us the balmy breath of spring may never come again. We may never again see the budding rose and springing flowers of that beaatiful season. Change is stamp ed upon all things of this world. [" Here to- day and gone tomorrow" md then all that remains of us is little handful of earth, an affecting comment upon our van fly and folly. An! did we but realize and feel this important truth, how different. how very different, would be the course of our lives. Did we, in nnr ...--...s .l avE. when we find our hearts turR- ng towards the things of this world. but re- at1oh |tnS tan aud appEauss of the mOItlt0de. CIV rapid rolling years, and our heads will ie as low in the dust as theirs. " and the places that know us now, will then know IS no more forever" Boston paper