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192 ‘lportra. AsJl Wft ihall sleep and heed it not How fast the fleeting moments fly l How sad the thought that we- must die f To kaow the earth, with all its store Os joys, to us will be no more, And Nature ’a strife must end in peace t Our labors, fail, our senses cease :• Thoughts rise no more-, nor passions more The quiet breast with hate or love ; All sounds upon the ear will die, And light no more illume eye ; The tongue will pause, the* heart wild rest— An awful stillness seize the breast; The soul, dismissed will steal away, And leave the cold, unconscious clay, Which, in some lone, sepulchral spot Will buried lie, and be forgot. Then, strange to think, when we are gone, That still will rise and set the sun ; The, day will dawn as fair,- as- bright The stars will glow as rich at night; The world will move just as before; The wind will blow, the ocean roar : The forests murmur in the breeze, And verdure clothe and leave the trees ; The buds will swell, and'blossoms blow, And changing seasons come and go : Though all to us will be forgot, And we shall sleep, and heed it not. And other forms will walk the earth, With other scenes of joy and mirth ; And other friendships will be formed, And other hearts with love be warmed; And smiles will please, and tears will flow; And sighs -will heave Uw bteasts of snow; And poets sing, and lovers sigh, And more be born, and all to die; Though this to us will be but nought, We all shall sleep and heed it not. Though the green mound upon our breast, Or sculptured stone, should mark.our rest, Yet soon that stone will fall away, And earth be levelled where we lay; The clod by ploughshares will be cleft, And no sad traces will be left; And strangers’ feet will tread the spot, And pass our rest, and know it not. Or o’er our dust may cities rise, And point their turrets to the skies; Ambition, wealth, and power and pride, May spurn the earth in which we hide; Or saints may kneel, or.buffoons play Where lost, our names and ashes lay ; Yet all to us will be forgot, Still we shall sleep, and heed it not. But stranger still, (should we pursue A future thought that may.be true,) Not only man, like leaves, may fall, But the whole nation sink, and all Be lost—extinct this race of man, Like Palenque, or like Copan ; And over all this broad domain A wilderness may rise again ; From sea to sea, from coast to coast, Our arts, our name, our nation lost; While o’er our ruin Nature rears Iler forests of a thousand years, Where savage men may find a home, And kindred beasts may howl and roam. Yet all to us will be forgot. Calmly we’ll sleep and heed it not. SOUTHERN BAPTIST M E S.S'E N O’E R. The Past Eternity. He stood upon a craggy shorey Not of the earthly deep, Where waves in elemental roar Know not the rest of sleep; He stood beside a wider wave Than ever was the seanaau’s grave;. The motionless and leaden sea Os the long past eternity. He saw no vessel moving there. No bark upon the tide. That heavy lay in thick black air, Hiding its boundary wide,. And darkening from the silent shore’ The dead, dead waters evermore— He saw but one sad object there, The grave of hope as of despair. No wreck lay on its silent strand, It there no fragment threw ; O’er all that perished from the land Its sluggish waves it drew ; ’ Whelmed them unfathomably deep Mid an illimitable sleep; And nothing e’er emerged again, Or left a ripple on that maim. He stood upon that shuddering shore, Yoid, calm, dim, desolate, Till deeper shades the wave came o’er, And shadows small and great, Like- the Morgana oft times cast — Formless and few in. gloom they past, — Upward reflected from below In the sea’s depth they come and go. There wore but shapes of dimness weak As outline of a dream, Yet they were all his eye could take Unwhelmed in that black stream, Os former worlds, and thoughts and men, That were, and ne’er should be again— The all of what full soon will be Oar semblance to posterity. The gazer saw—his heart was sad; lie viewed that ocean with despair; lie mum Bred not, but mournful, clad In resignation linged there One little hour, until the tide Rose o’er him, and he tranquil and ed, And with the nameless in that - o-i, Forgotten, sank and passed away ! Abtetknwtk A GREAT Bii'i'ui AS seems to be the topic of the day, we are in for it, but wish to fight a home battle, and desire to be victorious. We have a fine selection of GRAFTED FRUIT TREES, for sale, of every class and variety almost, that is worth setting out Our stock consists of APPLES, ENGLISH MULBERRIES, PEARS, FRENCH CHERRIES, PEACHES, APRICOTS, 1 OMEGF ANATIfS, PLUMS, GRAPE VINES, &c. The selection is made with an eye to fine size, flavor, sweetness, and regularity in time of ripening, from the eaidiest to the latest. All persons desiring fruit trees will do \\ ell to give us a jail. Our prices range thus Cherries, Apricots and Pears, 25cts each, or S2O per hundred; all other lruits 20 cts eaeh, or sls per hun dred. My address is Covington, Ne vton Cos., Ga. I will oack and deliver trees at Civington depot, free o‘ iharge. Money sent by mail for trees, well marked and sealed, wiil be at my tisk. . Nov. Istls—t'f JAMES M. GEIGEO. £L£V£HiTII VOttME OF TIIE Southern Baptist Messenger, WILLIAM L. BEEBE, Editor The Southern Baptise MassT-NSUR, devoted to tEc service of shs- ©M School or Primitive Baptists, it published at Covington Ga., on or about the Ist 15th of each month, by WILLIAM L. BEEBE, tWftiKtoft. To whom all communications must be addressed . Terms. —One Dollar a year, invariably in advam e Six copies ordered and paid for at oe time $5,(0 thirteen copies, $lO. Speeiaien ffspiesseat free of charge on p|lfati*a WILLIAM L r BEEBE, Him, jfssig attSi ©numtnfal BOOK M D JOB PRINTER, COVIRGTON, GEORGIA, Is now prepared to execute nearly every descyij. t!i< iPrinting, t short n@tiee r -nd in good style, such a CARD&, f * TICKETS,. CIRCULARS, CATALOGUES, LARGE BILLS. LABELS, PROGRAMMES, PAMPHLETS, POSTERS, JpEfe BOOKS, BILL HEADS, LAW BLANKS BLANK NOTES f WBHHB DEEDS, &c., <&e M &e., &c. The selection of Type having been carefully ma and and the material being mostly new, he flatters hin.stlf that he can give satisfaction in every part icular. Orders for anything in the Printing line is respect ully solicited. Cash is required for all Job Woik NEW HYMN BOOK! ELD. G BEEBE’S NEW HYMN BOOK, prepared expressly for the use of the Old School or Piimiti • Baptists, is now ready. It contains ever Thirteen Hundred Hymns, printed on New Stereotyped Plates in the best of workmanship, on first rate paper, and good substantial binding, making a book of 800 pages. TERMS : Plain Binding, Single-Copy, SI,OO ; or 6 copies, $5,00. Blue Binding, Single Copy, or 1 Dozen Copies for SIO,OO. Blue Binding with Gilt Edges, Single Copy, $1,25; c. 6 copies $0,00; or 1 Dozen copies, for $ll,OO Best Quality Binding in Turkey Morocco, Single Copy $2,00; 6 Copies for $11,00; or 1 Dozen copies, so $21,00. The Cash must accompany’- the orders in all case* and the Books will be sent by return mail, postage paid; or by Express at the publisher’s expense. Address orders to WM. L BEEBE Covington, Newton County*, Ga. or to Eld. G BEEBE, Middletown, Orange, Cos , N. Y RUSHTON’S LETTERS, AND THE EVERLASTING TASK rhere being a great many ealls for this very valna ble work which can only be supplied by the"issuing of anew edition we have now republished it in antat pamphlet form of about 100 pages. * To which w ill be appended Tiie Everlasting Task or Armtnians, By Wui Gadsbyy late of Manchesta* England. The whole neatly* covered with paper, and sent pr paid to any Post Office or the following term*. One copy, - d$ Four copies to one person, ... SI,CO Twenty-five copies to one person, * . 6,©§ Address orders to WM. L. BEEBE, ! COVINGTON, Ga.
