. Wit bought; or, The life and adventures of Robert Merry . ~-*^ pent slowly yielded, ana the sapling jerkedhim into the air. There he hung, danglingand writhing, and thrusting out his tongue^but all to no purpose. Taking a fair aimwith the gun, Bill now fired, and cut thepoor reptile in twain. THE CHUHCII AT SALEM. WIT BOUGHT. 47 Such, or similar, no doubt, have oeen theadventures of many a Yankee youth record them here, partly for the pleasureof reviewing the past, and partly to pointthe moral of this chapter—that youth is aportion of life to which, in after years, weusually look ba
. Wit bought; or, The life and adventures of Robert Merry . ~-*^ pent slowly yielded, ana the sapling jerkedhim into the air. There he hung, danglingand writhing, and thrusting out his tongue^but all to no purpose. Taking a fair aimwith the gun, Bill now fired, and cut thepoor reptile in twain. THE CHUHCII AT SALEM. WIT BOUGHT. 47 Such, or similar, no doubt, have oeen theadventures of many a Yankee youth record them here, partly for the pleasureof reviewing the past, and partly to pointthe moral of this chapter—that youth is aportion of life to which, in after years, weusually look back with fond regard, as thehappiest, if not the most useful, part of ourexistence. Let my youthful friends mark the obser-vation, and not be unmindful of their presentprivileges. Let them enjoy their youngdays, with thankfulness and moderation,and not be too sanguine of that future, whichwill disclose the truth that life is a journey,beset with the cares and toils and dangersof travel, without a resting-place. A rest-ing place is indeed found, but it is onlygiven when life ceases. While wre live weare journeying; there is no fixed habitationfor man on the earth: he is an emigrant toanother country, and not a settler here,Young and old are fellow-pilgrims, and thereis no knowing which
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