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THE PAST, THE PRESENT, & THE FUTURE. should be filled with love for the Maker of
Heaven and Earth! Alas! how little the
feasting and excess are considered the main One general song!... We cannot go
points of a good life! But let us change the
The seasons of the year are the topics
this time. It will be remembered, that the Come then, expressive Silence, MUSE His praise!
Winter of 1851-2 was a remarkable one,
all sorts of changes prevailing on one and
WRITING, the Old Year— times warm; sometimes frosty, and some-
the ink which is flowing Winter seemed to have formed a coalition. in our pen shall be thoroughly dry, the old They were hardly discernible the one from year will have sunk to his rest, and be known the other. The whole of the first half-year, only as among the things that have been. as a perusal of our Journal will testify, Such is the winter of life!
was unseasonable in every respect. Wé The year which has just closed upon us, were deluged with rain ; and all of us worn has been one of the most eventful within our out with the.pains and sufferings inseparecollection. It will be for the historian of rable from such long-continued damp and the year, to collect the extraordinary circum- cold. stances that have occurred, both at home and Suddenly, Summer
broke in upon us. And abroad, within the past twelve months; and what a Summer! We rose at once from to place them in array before us. We who zero to boiling heat. We were all but fried know them, and have watched them narrowly as we walked along the streets. This conin their progress, can meantime ruminate on tinued for a goodly time. Our gardens soon the significance of their meaning, and turn felt the influence, and we found ourselves them to a profitable account. It is a favor- planted on every hand in a perfect paradise ite axiom of ours, that nothing happens by of Powers. The joys of this season we shall chance; and that everything that transpires never forget ; neither those connected with is "right."
the commencement of Autumn. Our pen Holding such a strange doctrine as this, has already been eloquent on the subject, and it will be less a matter for surprise that we our thoughts will be found registered in the have yet other singular ideas. For instance, leaves of OUR JOURNAL. we cannot fall in with the usual custom of Of the concluding portion of Autumn, and seeing the Old Year out, and the New Year of the commencement of Winter, we would in-amidst riot, noise, smoke, drink, and fain be silent. We had such a constant sucdebauchery. Let the wassail bowl have its cession of wet days, and wet nights—such votaries, the bottle its unflinching compa- storms, and such elemental discord, that we nions—but let us have an equally free choice. would indeed forget the remembrance of them. The results of intoxication have already met | Many who were in the enjoyment of perfectly our eye. Men have been transformed into robust health in the Summer, were, ere the beasts, whilst Nature was kindly preparing close of Autumn, consigned to their last restto set before them the glories of a New Yearling place. Many, with whom we held much Ribald jests, profanity, and obscenity, have pleasing gossip upon bright future prospects rent the air—at a season when every voice during the past summer, have long since been
numbered with the dead. They sleer,-to certain little breaks in the routine of our too meet us again in this world no more.
regular life. She introduces a succession of It is impossible to regard these things, as pleasing changes, to keep our minds in equitoo many do, as mere matters of course. librio. From to-day, we shall live in the Old Time is stealing a march upon us, and hope and pleasing expectation of seeing a we find our turn approaching, We know daily change in the aspect of our fields and not how soon! This increases our desire, gardens. Hitherto stationary, there will be and our ardent longing, to be “ useful" in a progressive movement in vegetation. our day and generation; and we will not Though the year is young, there is already deny that we feel some little pride in know- much to delight us; for the season, having ing that many feel interested in the exten- been unusually mild, many pretty little heads sion of our life. Long ere Christmas, our are modestly popping up, even now, to greet earthly career was apparently at an end. Our us as we pass from place to place. sand, it was imagined, had nearly run out. We must not forget, too, that the days are Our life hung on doubt, for many days. We gradually lengthening; and that the dear, had prepared for the great change.
bright, and glorious sun has commenced his
new annual course. The wise Dispenser of events, however,
Feeble though his rays caused hope to spring up.
In the hands of
at the beginning of the month, yet is his a skilful practitioner we rallied. We con
enlivening countenance shining upon us
brighter and brighter every day. tended vigorously against the invasion of our
Still, internal enemy; and, being a man of the Winter is upon us, and we must, for a little most temperate habits, we finally vanquished season, amuse ourselves indoors as well as out; him. For our victory, let us thank the God for the voices of the birds are not yet fully of all our mercies. We do so, most devoutly;
heard, their “harps are hung upon the wil
| lows.' the more especially, as many who were at
It is a painful sight to see how some the same time with ourself suffering from of our tiny friends are benumbed with the a precisely similar malady (but who were
cold ; but it is more than compensated by not men of temperate habits), sank under the pleasure we feel in welcoming them to their sufferings. Anotlier forcible argument
the hospitality of our table. The wrens, the this, for our favorite motto— Temperance in
robins, Dickey Dunnock," and the blueall things.
headed titmouse, flock around us on every We have taken occasion, in former num
side ; and many a grateful song do we get, bers of our Journal, to commend to our bread thrown out of the window.
by the way, in return for a few crumbs of readers' especial notice the due observance of Christmas,- a season when all families
JANUARY, in its early days, is a cold, wet, and their various branches should make a drizzly, unsatisfactory month-a month of point of assembling together, to cement the colds and asthma, rheumatism and lumbago. bond of love. Nature, no doubt, rejoices as
All nature partakes of its blighting influmuch as we do in the various réunions that ence. Still it comes with its awakening hand, take place at such a time. Many ill-feelings and shakes grey-bearded old Winter in his have perhaps been suffered to exist, between
chilly sleep :many parties, for many months previous to
A wrinkled, crabbed man, they picture thee, this grand meeting. A kiss of love at once
Old Winter; with a rugged beard, as grey annihilates the remembrance of these. Fresh As the long moss upon the apple tree. vows are exchanged ; future meetings plan
Blue-lipt, an ice-drop at thy sharp blue nose ;
Close muffled up, and on thy dreary way ned; many sweet promises of communicating more frequently are given ; and so the New
Plodding alone through sleet and drifting snows. Year dawns auspiciously on all. We repeat,
Rude, too, and violent, is the awakening that we look upon the season of Christmas, hand of January, causing the very icieles with its holly, misseltoe, and other commen- which bind old Winter down, to rattle again, dable associations, withí fond delight. Nor whilst breathing into his frozen ear tidings have we been wanting this season in per- that each successive day is longer than thie forming our part in what we so strongly last ; and bidding him prepare to abdicate in recommend to others. We feel individually favor of the tender, delicate snowdrops, all the better for it; and we will undertake whose graceful heads are even now visible as to say as much for the possessors of the they exert their growing energies to make many happy, cheerful, loving, and lovely their way through the frost-bound earth :countenances, with which ours has inno- Nature! great parent! whose unceasing hand cently come in contact.
Rolls round the seasons of the changeful year, Well; we will not now dilate upon these How mighty, how majestic, are thy works ! matters; though we feel justified in hinting With what a pleasing dread they swell the soul at them, and in gently enforcing their obser
That sees astonished ! and astonished sings! Let us turn to the New Year. Ilow wearisomely would the year pass away, It is a wise provision of Nature, to make but for these changes! How would life hang heavily on our hands, were it not for the and you will thank us for our advice long opening and shutting of the days, the advent before they are half worn out. Warm gloves, and departure of flowers, the arrival and dis- (no muff), a neat little cloak, and a warm appearance of birds, the infinitely-numerous winter's dress, will, with the addition of a races of insects, the wan coldness of winter, little "comfortable” bonnet, put you in marchand the ruddy warmth of summer-all im ing order. Never miss a single day's exerparting to the year forms which correspond cise in the open air ; unless indeed the ground to our own changing existence.
be saturated with rain. You cannot imagine We have lately taken several strolls among the benefits arising from walking out, during the lanes and bye-roads, with a view to re- the winter months. You shall do so, however, connoitre the doings, and try to catch the ere we have kept your company long, voices, of the early birds of song; but alas ! We shall take upon ourself, month after save the musical wren, the robin, and the month, to study your welfare ; and we shall hedge-sparrow, all has been desolation. The not hesitate to tell you all that we conceive fields look cold and comfortless, the trees to be for your benefit. “ Line upon line, naked, and the hedges bare. A skylark now precept upon precept,' shall be lovingly and then has risen on the wing, and given offered; and we feel sure that we shall win utterance to his short, winter note; a thrush our way to your favor, while laboring so and a blackbird, too, have been heard whist- earnestly for your good. ling low; but no joyous effusions of vernal We speak now, more particularly, to our melody. All this has yet to come, and it is NEW Subscribers. There are many who are worth waiting patiently for.
as yet strangers to us, and to our doctrines. The notes of birds evidently undergo some Only let them listen to what we say, and let extraordinary changes during the autumn them be better acquainted with us, and we and the winter ; for we find them making venture our reputation that we shall ALL many vain attempts to sing in January, with speedily become a “ United Happy Family." out having the power to exercise their full We begin the New Year with buoyant compass. The difficulty of utterance appears spirits. Nature's treasury is about to be to arise from some physical impediment; opened. We shall be there at the opening; and this impediment is only gradually re- and whilst we expose to view all her ladymoved. Jenyns corroborates these obser- ship's boundless gifts to her children, as they vations; for he remarks that as the tempe- present themselves, we feel sure that there rature increases, their system receives a will be but one feeling between us and our corresponding stimulus, their song becomes readers,— Love to God, and good-will to more melodious, and also much louder. If man. our readers will test this by noticing the This is our fondest desire,-our earnest movements of the various tribes, they will hope. not find it an unprofitable occupation.
We will not close these few remarks on THOUGHTS SUGGESTED BY THE NEW YEAR. the New Year, without directing attention to the necessity there is for all who would be well, to take exercise in the open air. It is a
It is a melancholy task, Mr. Editor, to reckon too common practice at this season, for peo- curious threads of affection through its many
with the departed year.
To trace back the ple, young and old, to crowd over a large colored woof, and knot anewits broken places—to fire half baking themselves on one side, number the missing objects of interest, the dead whilst the other is unduly cold. This inva- and the neglected-to sum up the broken resoriably produces illness. Let the apartment lutions, the deferred hopes, the dissolved phanin which you live be well ventilated, and let toms of anticipation, and many wanderings from a moderate fire be kept in the stove. Sit at the leading star of duty-this is, indeed, a melana fair distance from it, and you will obtain an choly task, but, withal, a profitable, and, it may equable warmth. But ere you do this, take sometimes be, a pleasant and a soothing one. a nice bracing walk, if the day be dry. This
It is wonderful in what short courses the objects will cause a due circulation of the blood, and of this world movo. They are like arrows keep you healthily warm. On
feebly shot. A year, a brief year, is full of home, your cheeks will glow with a ruddy Nothing keeps evenly on.
things dwindled, and finished, and forgotten.
What is there in the tint, your appetite will be good, and your running calendar of the year that has departed, digestion equally so. All that is needful to which has kept its place and its magnitude ? guard against cold, is-a proper equipment. Here and there an aspirant for fame still stretches
Take no heed, young ladies, of being cele. after his eluding shadow-hero and there brated for a pretty foot, or a neat ankle ; and there (and alas ! how rarely a friend keeps
enthusiast still clings to his golden dream-here especially during the season of winter. Pro- his truth, and a lover his fervor—but how many vide good, strong boots, with moderately- more, that were as ambitious, as enthusiastic, as thick soles, so as to exclude water and damp. loving as these when last year began, are now Put these on whenever you walk abroad, sluggish, and cold, and false ! You may keep a
recorl of life; and as surely as it is human, it brief and youthful as it is, should be, twenty will be a fragmented and disjointed history, years hence, living and unchanged. crowded with unaccountableness and change. The festivities of this part of the year always There is nothing constant. The links of life are seemed to me mis-timed and revolting. I know for ever breaking, but we rush on still. A fellow- not what color the reflections of others take, but traveller drops from our side into the grave—a to me it is simply the feeling of escape-the reguiding star of hope vanishes from the sky-a leased breath of fear after a period of suspense and creature of our affections, a child or an idol, is danger. Accident, misery, death, have been about snatched from us—perhaps nothing with which us in their invisible shapes ; and while one is torwe began the race is left to us, and yet we do not tured with pain, and another reduced to wretchhalt. Onward-still onward,' is the eternal cry; odness, and another struck into the grave beside and as the past recedes, the broken ties are for us, we know not why nor how we are still living gotten, and the future occupy us alone.
and prosperous. It is next to a miracle that we There are bright chapters in the past, however. are so. We have been on the edge of chasms If our lot is capricious and broken, it is also new continually. Our feet have tottered, our bosoms and various. One friend has grown cool, but we have been grazed by the thick shafts of diseasehave won another. One chance was less fortu- had our eyes been spirit-keen, we should have been nate than we expected, but another was better. dumb with fear at our peril. If every tenth sunWe have encountered one man's prejudices, but, beam were a deadly arrow—if the earth were full in so doing, we have unexpectedly flattered tho of invisible abysses—if poisons were sown thickly partialities of his neighbor. We have neglected in the air, life would harilly be more insecure. We a recorded duty; but a deed of charity, done upon can stand upon our threshold and see it. The vigorimpulse, has brought up the balance. In an ous are stricken down by an invisible hand-the equable temper of mind, memory, to a man of active and busy suddenly disappear-death is ordinary goolness of heart, is pleasant company. caught up in the breath of the night wind, in the A careless rhymer, whose heart is better than his dropping of the dew. There is no place or mohead, says,
ment, in which that horrible phantom is not glid“I would not escape from Memory's land,
ing among us. It is natural at each period of esFor all the eye can view ;
cape to rejoice fervently and from the heart; but For there's dearer dust in Memory's land, .
I know not, if others look upon death with the Than the ore of rich Peru.
same irrepressible horror that I do, how their joy I clasp the fetter by Memory twined,
can be so thoughtlessly trifling. It seems to me The wanderer's heart and soul to bind."
matter for deep and almost fearful congratulation.
It should be expressed in religious places and with It was a good thought suggested by an in- the solemn voice of worship; and when the period genious friend, to make one's will annually, and has thus beon marked, it should be speedily forremember all whom we love in it in the degree gotten, lest its clouds become more depressing. I of their deservings. I have acted upon the bint am an advocate for all the gaiety that the spirits since, and truly it is keeping a calendar of one's will bear. I would reserve no particle of the trealife. I have little to bequeath, indeed-a manu
sure of happiness. The world is dull enough at script or two, some half dozen pictures, and a
the best ; but do not mistake its temper. two of much-thumbed and choico Do not press into the service of gay pleasuro authors—but, slight as these poor mementoes the thrilling solemnities of lifo. are, it is pleasant to rate their difference, and thing which reminds mo of death, solemn; write against them the names of our friends as any time, when our escape from it is thrust irrewe should wish them left if we knew wo were sistibly upon the inind, a solemn time; and such presently to dio. It would be a satisfying thought is the season of the new year. It should be occuin sickness, that one's friends would have a me- pied by serious thoughts. It is the time to reckon morial to suggest us when we were gono--that with one's heart-to renew and form resolutions they would know we wished to be remembered by to forgive, and reconcile, and redeem.-P. them; that we remembered them among the first. And it is pleasant, too, while alive, to change
NATURE'S HOLIDAY. the order of appropriation with the ever-varying evidences of affection. It is a relief to vexation
Goodness thinks no ill where no ill seems. and mortified pride, to erase the name of one unworthy or false ; and it is delightful, as another gets nearer to your heart, with the gradual and ALBEIT use is second nature, yet does it sure test of intimacy, to prefer him in your socret require some little time to get out of an old register.
beaten track-more particularly if memory If I should live to be old, I doubt not it will dwells fondly upon beloved objects, met with be a pleasant thing to look over these little testa- iu that track.
It is diflicult, now, with their kind Our wonted habit of gossipping weekly offices and pleasant faces ever about one, to realise with our readers, was a source of inexpresthe changes of feeling between the first and the sible pleasure to us. We could tell of a last-more difficult still, to imagine against any of those familiar names the significant asterisk that multitude of things passing at the time, and marks the deal; yet if the common chances of find ready listeners to share our joys and human truth, and the still more desperate chances delights. They looked as anxiously for our of human life, continue, it is melancholy to think weekly gossip, as we felt pleasure in
prewhat a miracle it would be if even halt this list, paring it for their eye. It was vexatious
I think any