The Anderson Intelligencer

Extract.—When the summer day of youth is slowly wasting away into the nightfall of age, and the shadows of the past years grow deeper and deeper, as life wears to a close, it is pleasant to look back through the vista of time upon the sorrows and felicities of our earlier years. If we have home to shelter and hearts to rejoice with us, and friends have been gathering together around our firesides, then the rough places of our wayfaring will be worn and smoothed away, in the twilight of life, while the sunny spots we have passed through will grow brighter and more beautiful. Happy indeed are they whose intercourse with the world has not changed the tone of their holier feelings, or broken those musical chords of the heart, whose vibrations are so melodious, so tender and touching in the evening of age.