. Wit bought, or, A New York boy's adventures when the empire state was young . to pointthe moral of this chapter—that youth is aportion of life to which, in after years, weusually look back \vith 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-plac
. Wit bought, or, A New York boy's adventures when the empire state was young . to pointthe moral of this chapter—that youth is aportion of life to which, in after years, weusually look back \vith 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 we live weare journeying; there is no fixed habitationfor man on the earth: he is an emigrant toanother country, and not a settler and old are fellow-pilgrims, and thereis no knowing which may get to the end ofthe journey first. Let us, in attempting to REFLECTIONS ON DEATH. 17 make our journey as cheerful as we may, everbe careful to keep in view the place to whichwe are 48 WIT BOUGHT. CHAPTER V. AN ACCIDENT—RECOVERY FROM SICKNESS A NEW COMPANION. I LEFT school at the age of sixteen, havinglearned but little good while there. Thefalse indulgence of my uncle, and the servilepartiality of the school-master, had botha very bad effect upon my mind. I wasselfish and wilful. When I was master of myown time, I at first used to feel an aversionto my uncles bar-room, but this feelingpassed away by degrees. Under the stronginfection of the place, I partially adopted itshabits; I learned to smoke arid chew to-bacco, though several fits of nervous sick-ness warned me of the violence I was doingto my nature. I even ventured to swearoccasionally; and, if the truth must be told,I followed out, in various ways, the badlessons that I learnt. That I have escaped ruin is attributable LEAVING SCHOOL. 49 to the kindness of Providence, and not toany resistance of evil which originated inmy ow
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