Time, in advance, behind him hides his wings, Rueful, aghast, cry out on his career. We waste, not use, our time-we breathe, not live. And feeling, fly to labour for his cure; Life's cares are comforts, such by Heav'n design'd; To souls most adverse; action all their joy. YOUNG. Hark! what sound is that? In such a situation every noise alarms. Solemn and slow it breaks upon the silent air. 'Tis the striking of the clock-designed, one would imagine, to ratify all my serious meditations. Methinks it says amen, and sets a seal to every improving hint. It tells me, that another portion of my ap pointed time is elapsed. One calls it, "the knell of my departed hours." "Tis the watchword to vigilance and activity. It cries in the ear of reason, " Redeem the time. Catch the favourable gales of opportunity. O! catch them while they breathe; before they are irrecoverably lost. The span of life shortens continually. Thy minutes are all upon the wing, hastening to be gone. Thou art a borderer upon eternity, and making incessant advances to the state thou art contemplating." May the admonition sink deep into an attentive and obedient mind! May it teach me that beavenly arithmetic, of numbering my days, and applying my heart unto wisdom. Silent I've seen, and with a pitying eye Hervey. Dr. DODD. Avoid idleness, and always have your minds intent on business or on something useful. Idleness is the nurse of vice. They who mind their business the best are in general the best men. The devil first tempts you to be idle. The idle person is every man's property. Bad company is always at hand. Where idleness inhabits, they resort. Here they corrupt, and here they are corrupted. The contagion spreads, and every bad consequence follows. There are a number of us creep Into the world to eat and sleep, Gilpin's Sermons. And know no reason why they're born, Then, if their tomb-stone, when they die, Drank up their drink, and gone to bed." WATTS. Remember, also, that when judgment comes, God will call you to account, both for every hour of your misspent time, and for all the good which you should have done in all that time, and did it not. If you give account for every idle word, much more for every idle hour. Baxter. 'Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours, YOUNG. However it may prove an hard saying unto some, yet I must say it, and my heart would reproach me, if I should not say, that if the principal part of our time be not spent about holy things, whatever we suppose, we have indeed neither life nor peace. Ah! how unjust to nature and himself, Is thoughtless, thankless, inconsistent man! To lash the lingering moments into speed, And whirl us (happy riddance !) from ourselves. Owen. YOUNG, The devil tempts industrious people; but idle people tempt the devil. Baxter. Refusing to hear any thing from me, or take any thing from the physician, he lay silent, as far as sudden darts of pain would permit, till the clock struck. Then he with vehemence cried out, "Oh! Time! Time! it is fit thou shouldst thus strike thy murderer to the heart. How art thou fled for ever! A month! Oh, for a single week! I ask not for years, though an age were too little for the much I have to do. So much the worse. 'Tis lost! 'Tis gone ever! Life of Rochester. for See where poor indolence reclines, Lolls, tumbles, stretches, sprawls, and pines! Life has no pains like that she feels: A thousand racks, a thousand wheels, The wretch, who knows not what to do. GILPIN. Choose and separate a fit time or season, a time of freedom from other occasions and diversions; and because it is our duty to redeem time with respect unto holy duties, such a season may be the more useful, the more the purchase of it stands us in. We are not at any time to serve God with what costs us nought, nor with any time that comes within the same rule; if we will allow only the refuse of our time unto the duty, when we have nothing else to do, and it may be, through weariness of occasions, are fit for nothing else, we are not to expect any great success in it. This is one pregnant reason why men are so cold and formal, so lifeless in spiritual duties; namely, the times and seasons which they allot unto them. Owen. All things are best fulfill'd in their due time, And time there is for all things. MILTON. We talk of lost time; but, in one sense at least, no time is lost. Every minute, when past, goes back again to the God who lent it, charged with an account of its use or abuse. An awful truth; yet so little regarded by the great body of mankind, that every day of their lives may be said to be a day of wasted minutes. Yet surely it might be enough to startle the boldest man, if he could be got, for a single day, at certain stated times, to pause and say—“ I have lived, it is true, through so much of the passing day, but to whom, and for what, have I lived? As a being passing through one world and towards another, what preparation have I this day made for the awful change? What do I know of the God who made me, more than I did when the day began? If at the beginning of that life, I had been asked, how I intended to spend my future time; and I had answered, in business, in pleasure, in idleness, in any thing but serving God, should I have pledged myself for any thing which I have not fulfilled? It is true, a part of my life remains behind; but I have no assurance that it will not be spent as the time past has been. And then Satan will have obtained from me all that his utmost malice could desire: for what can he wish for more, than a life begun, continued, and ended in his service? Far rather would I in some humble cell, Anonymous. Mrs. Rowe, A dreadful account must be given of all this lost and wasted time. When the Judge shall ascend his throne in the air, and all the sons and daughters of Adam are brought before him, the grand inquiry will be, What have you done with all the time of life in yonder world? You spent thirty or forty years there, or perhaps seventy or eighty; and I gave you this time, with a thousand opportunities and means of grace and salvation; and what have you done with them all? How many sabbaths did I afford you? How many ser mons have you heard? How many seasons did I give you for prayer and retirement, and converse with God and your own souls? Did you improve time well? Did you pray? Did you converse with your own souls and with God? Or did you suffer time to slide away in a thousand impertinences, and neglect the one thing neces sary? A fruitless and bitter mourning for the waste and abuse of time will be another consequence of your folly. Whatsoever satisfaction you may take now in passing away time merrily, and without think ing, it must not pass away so for ever. If the approaches of death do not awaken you, judgment will do it. Your consciences will be worried with terrible reflections on your foolish conduct. Dr. Watts. God of all worlds! Source and Supreme of things! When seas shall roll and time shall be no more. Dr. WATTS. |