The Yazoo Democrat. (Yazoo City, Miss.) 1844-18??, 1845-05-28
MISCELLANEOUS
For the YdzoO Democrat.
THE HISTORY OF A HOUSE.
a story Of Mississippi,
By L. G. HI.

A solemn and melancholy labor, is that
of treading midst the ashes Of the tomb,
and bringing up from the charnel house in
which they long have slumbered, the me-
mories Of the past; faught as they ever
are, with mingled incidents Of sorrow, and
Of JOY, lifting up the veil of the grave, and
showing the rayages Of Death, bringing in-
to existence again in the older years oflife ;
the thoughts and actions which sprung into
being, when our days like the virtues Of
the world were few in number, and bouyant
~ the first joyous dream of the heart.
Such is now my task, am old and temp
est beaten, my frame is shattered as the
lightning stricken tree, and know that |
shortly must go down to the grave, where
long have lain the memories would recall
once more. Yes, am old and shattered,
and the midnight wind as it speeds on its
lonely mission, greetcth my formas a friend
for It ever in my deserted walls findeth a
responsive sound; as it filings its spirit into
my open arms, voice goes forth into the
lonesome hours, as if human soul had
been sped to perdition, and the one that
gave birth to the mortal casket Of the soul,
had beheld its end and sent her plaintive
and appealing mourn to God.
O, rare friends are Tie midnight wind,
and /, not a secret recess in my halls
but it entereth searching eagerly for the
hooking echo which tauntingly eludes its
grasp, warm is the pursuit, one naonaont z
hath chased il to the chamber corner, and
thinketh that it needs but stretch forth its
hand and destroy its taunter, but the echo
flies from its grasp and soaring away to
the crannies Of my roof laughs in derislon
SO loud, that the passer by hurries ON his
way, and tells again Of the fearful voices
ringing forth from the old deserted house ;
men fear to dwell within my walls, and
many tale they repeat Of ghostly sights
and hideous cries that 60 forth from me into
the hours Of night. And the children too ;
the Joyous bright eyed children, they too
fear me, andtheir voices which were wont
to gladden. my heart, hear no more save
At 4 distance, some times, one more ventur-
some than the rest viii brush aside the
thick branches which obscure my doorway
and peep cautiously into my chamber, but
as the wind breathes through my walls in a
low whispered strain, he win fly with remb.
ling heart far from my walls, and leave me
again lonely and deserted save by the wind
which nowth man hath abandoned me-
ever clingeth to my presence.
But not thus was it always, there was q
.;me when man found q use forme andPre.
vented our communion, when It could but
wander around me, s. weep that no friendly
opening was there to give it entrance
Then would it with a piteOus sigh wander
away to the blOssomed branches Of the tor.
est trees, and seek by revealing midst their
fragrant odours surcease Of sorrow. And
I too like Il have been a wanderer, but
unlike il | cannot revisit the scenes Of my
youthful dwellings, and assist my memory
with their familiar faces. Il can go back
totbe graves DER which It once hath wePt'
and mourn again, can look upon the scenes
Of low to which perchance itmay have con-
tributed by its soothing melody and be JOY
FIJI again but am dependent on man.
and though long has been my stay IN my
present place, yet ii rests with him to say
whether my being shall cease where shis
history goes forth. from or not: whether l
shah here lose my individuality as a house,
and 70 forth under some other guise to nil
the aIloaed space my atoms were destined
by nature 10 occupy or not
ListsnsrtOmy feelings Of the past Has
thou ever heard a The city Of Urbana X
that noble city which erst reared is towers
on the shores II the swia FOling Loosa