G. D.

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TIME.--Time is the most undefinable yet most paradoxical of things: the

past is gone, the future is not come, and the present becomes the past

even while we attempt to define it, and, like the flash of the lightning,

at once exists and expires. Time is the measure of all things, but is

itself immeasurable, and the grand discloser of all things, but is itself

undisclosed. Like space, it is incomprehensible, because it has no limit,

and it would be still more so, if it had. It is more in its source than

the Nile, and its termination, than the Niger; and advances like the

slowest tide, but retreats like the swiftest torrent. It gives wings of

lightning to pleasure, but feet of lead to pain, and lends expectation

a curb, but enjoyment a spur. It robs beauty of her charms, to bestow

them on her picture, and builds a monument to merit, but denies it a

house; it is the transient and deceitful flatterer of falsehood, but the

tried and final friend of truth. Time is the most subtle, yet the most

insatiable of depredators, and by appearing to take nothing, is permitted

to take all, nor can it be satisfied until it has stolen the world from

us, and us from the world. It constantly flies, yet overcomes all things

by flight; and although it is the present ally, it will be the future

conqueror of death. Time, the cradle of hope, but the grave of ambition,

is the stern corrector of fools, but the salutary counsellor of the wise,

bringing all they dread to the one, and all they desire to the other;

like Cassandra, it warns us with a voice that even the sages discredit

too long, and the silliest believe too late. Wisdom walks before it,

opportunity with it, and repentance behind it; he that has made it his

friend, will have little to fear from his enemies; but he that has

made it his enemy, will have little to hope from his friends.--_Burn’s

Youthful Piety._

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DIFFIDENCE.--A man gets along faster with a sensible married woman in

hours than with a young girl in whole days. It is next to impossible to

make them talk, or to reach them. They are like a green walnut: there are

half a dozen outer coats to be pulled off, one by one and slowly, before

you reach the kernel of their characters.

APOLOGUES AND FABLES, IN PROSE AND VERSE, FROM THE GERMAN AND OTHER

LANGUAGES.

No. IV.--THE EAGLE AND THE DOVE.

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