B Y CEO. W. KOTni AX. NEW SERIES. 0 c . .1 fa I'M GROWING OLD. I'm jjrowins old—'tis surely so ; .Aml host' f hort it seerns, I was but a *portive child, childish dreams. i rl niiot see the chance that comes With such an even pace : j murk not when the wrinkles fall I'pon my fading face. 1 know I'm old : and yet my heart [. just as yottns and jay \s Vr it was before my looks Ofbriuht brown turned to gray. J know these eyes to other eyes, Look" not so hright and glad \s once they )<-.okd : and yet 'tis not Recau-e my heart's more *ad. 1 never watched with purer joy The floating clouds and. flowing skies, While alisteninst tears of rapture fill These old and fading eyes. And when I matk the cheek where once The bright rose used to glow. It jrieves me not to see instead The almond crown mv brow. I've seen the flower grow old and pale, And withered more than I ; I've -een it lose its every charm, Then droop away and die. And then I've seen it rise again, Bright as the beaming sky. And voang and pure and beautiful And felt that so shall I. Then what if I am growing old— Mv heart is changeless -till. And God has given irie enough This loving heart to fill. 1 love to see the sun go down. And lengthening shadows throw Along the ground, while o'er rny head The clouds in crimson glow. I see, beyond thosp gorgeous ciouiie, A country bright ami fair. Which needs no sun —Go I an i the Lamb Its light ami beauty are. 1 seem to hpar the wondrous -ong Redeemed sinners sing; A nil my heart leaps to join the throng 'To praise the Heavenly King. 1 ,cpm Tn>ep three rheruh hoys, As hand ill hand they go, Willi g.dden curls and -nowv wings, Who.e eyes with rapture glow. When I was young. I called them mine— Now Heaven's sweet ones are they ; but 1 shall claim ny own again, U nen 1 am called away. Perhaps, when Heaven's bright gate I've past, They'll know iroin every other, The one who gave them hack to God, And haste to call me mother. I fihl I am glad I'm growing old! For every day l-speul a - ,v rs, human science can but faintly conjecture. A. only know that those grains have within "-m no principle of growth or re-production, ' Mt! when that crop was to be put in, Chaos !t.ut have broken up the soil. H w different tiie graii sof our Atlantic gold, . ■own by the prudent hand of man, in the kmtl >v alternation of seed-time and harvest; each curiously, mvsteriotislv organized : hard, hor ":.v. seemingly lifeless or. tiie outside, hilt wrap ' "2 up in the interior i seminal germ, a living acinic. Drop a grain of California gold in- : - ground, and there it will lie unchanged " end of tunc, tiie clods on which it falls ! triore eo-d and lifeless. Drop a grain of our I. of our blessed gold, in the ground, and b ! 1 mystery . in a few days it softens, it swells, it its upwards, it is a living thing. Jt is yel '' ilsi'ir, hut it sends up a delicate spire, v r 'ch rimes peeping, emerald green, through I *'il: it expands to a vigorous stalk, revels ; 1 he air an( | sunshine, it arrays itself more no' is I v than Solomon in its broad, fluttering, 'v robes, whose sound, as the west wind ls ße rs through them, tails as pleasantly on •'* husband man's car as the rustle of ins sweet "fs garments: still towers aloft, spins its dant skeins of vegetable floss, displays its fifing t ass*ls, surcharged with fertilizing dust, • at 'ast ripens into two or three magnificent like this, (an ear of Indian corn,) each of' j"-h is studded with hundreds of grains of' - I. every one possessing the same wonderful yerties as the parent grain, every one in- , ■ct with the same marvellous reproductive : ' lf rs- I here are seven hundred and twenty - "us on the ear which I hold in my hand.— '1 " ovv f v, sir, of this transcendent gold of . v ' p this year will be at least ten or , '• j'-n times that of California. " " it will h" urged, perhaps, sir, in behalf ' inks there is no music in the world equal ; Ito the chink of his guineas, that though one crop onlv of gold can be gathered from thesarne spot, vet once gathered it lasts to the end of time; while (he will maintain) our vegetable j gold is produced only to be consumed, and | when consumed is gone forever. But tins, Mr. , President, would be a most egregious error both 'ways. It is true, the California gold will last lorever unchanged, if its owner chooses: hut while it so la.*ts it is of n > use, no, not so much as its value in pig iron, which makes the best of , ballast ; whereas gold, while it is gold, is good fir little or nothing. You can neither eat it, : or drink it. You can neither wear it, nor burn 1 it a fuel, nor build a house with it : it is reailv useless till you exchange it for consumable, per ishable goods: and the more plentiful it is the less its exchangeable value. Far different thecas- with our Atlantic gold. ! It does not perish when consumed, but by a no j bier alchemy than that of Paracelsus, is transmit ted in consumption to a higher life. "Perish in consumption," did the old miser say ? •'Thou i t>ol, that which thou en west is riot quickened, except it