Martinsburg gazette. [volume] (Martinsburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1833-1855, 1843-08-10
LlTERARY GEMS.

A BIRDS NEST.

himself place WneTe ne may Oulid Tor
himself home to dwell IN, since ne finds
no rest; and who indeed does not seek, un
Ill he has found home, little world for
/ himself IN which after his own desires he
may live in rest and freedom And
when ne has found spot or tree in which
he will abide, then carries he together
leaves and wool and straw, and builds for
| himself home, there he can rest, sit up
alofi in his nest, look out upon the world
below, and sing; and go till the next time
OF bis wandering.
THE GOLDEN MARRIAGE.
II you wish TO learn the true value OF
marriage if you wish TO see what this
union NAV be fur two human hearts for
life, then observe not the welded ones in
their honeymoon, nor, by the cradle Of
their frs. child; not time when novelty
and hope yet throw morning glory over
the young and newborn world Of home !;
but survey them rather in the remote
years Of manhood, when they have prov
ed the world and each olher when la
bors and cares are theirs; when, under
the burden of the day, as well as in hours
OF repose, they support one another, and
find that they are sufficient for ench 9TH
or. Or survey them still further in life !;
see the married at that period when the
world, with all its changes and agitations,
rolls far away from them. becomes ever
DINNER to them; when their house is still,
when they are solitary, yet stand there
h.n ~ M dc he,
ers eyes only love; when they with the
same memories, and The same hopes. stand
on the boundaries Of another fe INTO
which they are prepared TO enter; of all
the desires Of this beng retained only the
one, that they may die on the same day
yes, then behold them!
PORTRAIT.
At the door of the saloon Serena met
me. She wore white garland in her
light brown hair, and at the sight of her
vanished every dark thought. All! how
charming was she not this evening, the
light white dress, with her friendly blue
eyes, her pure brow, and the heavenly
smile on her lips Had but the power
to paint her at this moment As every
flower has it's moment Of perfect beauty,
SO has human being moments IN which
his highest and ioveliest life blooms forth
in which he appears what no actually
is-what he is in the depth of Gods in.
tentions. These fleeing revelations
for there is nothing abiding ON the earth
these are those which the genuine ar
list seeks to lay hold OF, and therefore, il
is unjust to say OF successful portrait,
especially that of an intellectual person,
that i, is fattered.
THE HOME.
For above half century this ancient
couple have inhabited the same house and
the same rooms. There were they mar.
ried and there will they celebrate their
golden nuptials in the course of the next
winter. The rooms are unchanged, the
furniture the same as for fifty years yet
every thing is clean, comfortable, and
friendly, as in one year old dwelling,
but much more simple than the houses
of our times. know not what spirit of
peace and grace it is that blows upon me
in this house All in this house fifty
here a virtuous couple have lived, loved,
and worked together. Many a pure Joy
has blossomed here; and when sorrow
came it was no, bitter, for the fear oil God
and love Illuminated the dark clouds. -
Hence emanated many noble deed and
many beneficent influence. The happy
children grew up; they gathered strength
from the example of their parents, went
out into the world, built for themselves
houses, and were good and fortunate.-
Often do they return with joy to the pa.
ternal home TO bless and be blessed. All,
my Marie! feel that ain again sliding
into the poetic vein ; but what would you
have these are pictures of every day
life, which, let me turn TO them as will,
always stand in a poetic light; yet en-.
deavor to keep more to the earth. Thus,
then, the children, three sons and four
daughters. come once year, with their
children, to visit their beloved parents
and extend new life TO the home Of their
childhood-that home which is still to
them as full of love and goodness as ever,
only that it has become stiller and more
peaceful /; because it is evening there,
and the shadows of the grave begin to do
scead around the revered parents.
THE LOVERS.
They went on in silence. The wood
whispered around them, and bowed over
them its outrageous crowd. There ruled
now ia Bruno's soul; and he has often said
that il is this very feeling which make