The Ohio Democrat. [volume] (Canal Dover, Ohio) 1840-1900, 1844-02-15
BY MITCHENER i MATHEWS.
FSoa ms. CIR Slider.
THE MAN OF THE HERMITAGE.

BY GEORGE LIPPARp. ESQ.


die gorgeous prospect of wood and field uprising hill
and green meadow, the wood clothed with rainbow
hies, the hills all dusky while the long grass
Of the meadow gitters with the frost autumn.
I Our way has lain along yonder green meadow, our
footsteps crispins the tall grass at every sep-come
et us rest ourselves on yonder stump of giantoak let
as look forth uponthe sky from the interval between the
shrubs yet green with summer, and the chesnut tree
heavy with fruit, its long limbs sweeping across our
vision, while the broad healthy leaves quiver to and fro
70 the simple impulse 0. them omentary breeze.
Hark! A footseepl
bold and determined footsep, yet an ancient man,
emerges into view and stands before the interval of
shrbbery and chesnut tree between view and the
red dawn Of the uprising SUM-
One hand resting on wellused cane, while the 9th
er lifts the white hat halEdarkened by Grape from his
brow, he standsJsent and pmoveable fight between
our eyes and the uprising BUN. s.
3 TALL straight and erectas red hunter of hetores
in figure with the port of natures own moulded kings,
the quiet majesty of command in every gesture of his
limbs he gazes to the sky, and the blush of drawn falls
softly over his noble face the lofty massive brow with
the snow white hair, rising in masses around its
.hough:ful outline, the keen piercing eye shadowed
with compressed lips the high cheek bones, the bold
prominent chest and the turrowed wrinkles of his Wis
ageaare crimsoned dwiththe kiss of the uprising sun
w Thiss strange old man, and he walked abroad at
an early hour Who is the stranger? -1
III Look again--he still gazes on the Heavens dye,
mark his eyel Dye mark how it dilates fushes and
by my soul it burns Mighty thoughts cross the Old
Mans soul at this hour, swelling memories fill his
aged heart-eighy years are on him with all their so
.ry and experience of the worlds ways and wrongs yet
the ancient stranger hath blood, warm blood in his
VEINS and his soul yet young fresh as the swaying
leafof the autumna chesntlt tree. ..5., -7r (
Tell us! What are the mighty thoughts that cross his
braip2 Are they thoughts of Godl Calm dreams of
good old age looking back to well spent yearsl Mighty
regres of former gories The scene where the million
applaud while the laurel falls fresh on the brow of the
Conqueror or the old FireGod Eloquence stirs mems
hearts 10 high purposes and glorious Deeds the chair
of office shaken to and fro by the fockings of the pop
uar earthquake or does he dream of the quiet sou e
of the eternal gravel. go. ., .s,. -,.t -r
Who is the stranger standing calmly and erect be-
tween us and the light Of the uprising sun, with red
blush Of the dawn falling his wrinkled face and
snowy hair.
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the anclenI s'eepe WIN .ne sunshine glller'nS over
the cracked bell i an and rust rqsted yane, ne
enter we seat ourselves on the steps ol the altar
1or tne cnurch is craWde we sento tne words OF me
agea preacher whose message is OF Lie and Peace to
ne minds o men nom the Lord Jesus the cruced the
-. Arisen, and the a IMediatoriai:
HarR a murmur brzzzlng sound runs through the
church the preacher hailpapses ana every eye is
turned toward the door
Who comes here heres q. I !. -. .r9s-.,. ..f
AS live, tbs our ancient friend who stood between
eur vision and the dawn, not long ago Aye ne comes
slowly along the aisle his white hat blacked BY Grape
IN one hand his cane IN inc oIher whle every eye De