Carroll free press. [volume] (Carrollton [Ohio]) 1834-1861, 1849-06-15
"Remember Ne.D

] hardly know Of two words IN the wide
range oi our language which combine 70 express
more tender emotion, more Of found rceolec.
on, than The simple Phrase Remember Me- ,
II forms golden chain Of love and memory
that Connects The present 10 the forgotten past
along whose shining links is conveyed all that
we ever knew or eII or enjoyed 10 iio'sloilsoae
journey.
How dear to every heart are the scenes Of in.
nocenI childhood! With what pleasing deligh,
do we recall them through the vista of by.gone
years ard store Ihcm up in memoirs ieweIled
caske' as .hallowed "reminiscences Of the loved
past!
How the happy days Of Iiie's early morn will
hadntu IN after years, when, with all their sa-
cred associations, they come stealing over the
heart with gentle Influence that roUs life Of
halt It's sorrows! The home Of our Younger
years and all the familiar scenes associated
with 1t, and more Than all, the loved ones tha!
were all the great world TO US thea, all echo
back the sweet, siiyery toned voice from the
lpast-Remember mel"
well recollect standing beside the dying
couch Of my dearest earthly friend loving
and attecuonaIe molher.-Yes, though but
child then, lhoughIess as childhood ever is.
YET Time, with its wasting hand, nor separation
from my youthful home, can ever ciIace from
memory's faithful tablet the remembrance Of
that saddest event of my life.
1t was lovely twilight hour in the month Of
June, when the busy hum Of man and baast
was hushed into pensiye stiffness, and the soft
rays OF the young moon were stealing in through
the hallopen shuuer it was such an hour as his
the hour Of Angel visits to the earth, thar
witnessed the trying scene.
Weeping irlehds were leaning molrnfully
over the humble couch whereon Law the pale
yet lovely form OF her whose pure spirit was
PIuming its wings for the heavenly flight. An
awful sIlIIness-Ihe stiffness Of death, unbro.
ken, save by an occasional hall.drawn sign from
the living, for with the dying twas calm and
peacefully filed the darkened apartment. But
now more closely do the mourners gather around
the bed side Of The departing one, as she opens
her sunken eyes aud moves the lips already
paIIid with death.
The sable wing of the destroying Angel
had swept over her aud all felt that The dreaded
moment had come. Yes, the pale faint smile,
as if Angels were beckoning her away.
But would she not, ere setting out for her
home in thSSprit world, turn TO- give TO weeping
friends the .last farewell.
The rhshght that she would not be permit.
ted this added another pang 10 the hears already
torn with grief.
A slight struggle, and the mystic ties that link
the mortal 10 the immortal, were severed for
ever.
The freed spirit seemed to lnger for q mo-
ment around its pale and now lifeIess tenement,
and turning its invisible gaze upon heart slrck-
en- mourners, in accents already angelic, sweet
Iy whispered an audible "Remember Me-" and
fastened away on its starry flight.
Oil what volumes of tender reccollections
are crowded into these sweet words
All the life and the thousand haIIowej associ.
atoms connected with it are remembered and
recorded in the same Remember
mel"
Methinks can even now hear it echoing in
soft whispers through the silent room, as ii falls
in gontle accents on the ear.
And though many long years have passed
away, and youth and childhood with them, yet
always when that silent, medilative hour-lhe
evening watch-comes on, that same soG-loned
voice is ever breathing into my ear those sweet
words, till they echo through the chambers Of
my heart, and my mind wanderS far back amid
the scenes Of other days.
| can never forget them while memory and
reason hold their sceptered throne, The thou.
sand tongued leaves of the forest are ever mur-
murng them forth on the gentle breeze, and the
evening zephyrs sound them tenderIy in my
ear.
IT'S the dearest relic of sainted mother. a
relic that will ever keep her image bright be.
fore me-that wins me from the path of vice,
and cheers the dropping heart when the sorrows
and ills of life come over me.
Hallowed words, that express more than
tongue can speak-a owed mothers last request
-"Remember Mel"
4 Melting story.