Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1852-06-03
For The FGyeaer1ie Observer,
The Separation.
By MARIE ANN.

aoiitH OF FEBRUARY, 100, Wneh TIE
white frost glistened on the leafess
trees, and the frozen spray frowned
on the laughing brooklet as it glided
by with It's gentle murmurlngs, might
be seen a vehicle passing along, bear
ing a loved one away.
Days previous, the ''modus operan-
di" of preparing for college, had
claimed the attention of all the FAM
lily. The servants were washing,
ironing, and ''Gxing, for the young
master to leave; sisters were busily
engaged sewing and preparing cloth
ing, while the mother more thought
full of her 10y, was getting up some
medicines and other little comforts
she thought he might need while alb
sent. Friends were visiting him and
bestowing their parting blessings on
this lovely youth, while the little
girls and maidens were presenting
him with little keepsakes. All seem
ed lively enough, till the morning
first alluded to. We were summoned
ID the family altar, to offer up our
m rn:ng prisons together, we knew
not, but for the last time. While the
aged father with trenulous voice read
aportion of '.hOly writ our hearts
grew warm in the pleasing promises
entertained therein, but as he held
up in prayer TO- the Great God with
such feryency the one SO soon to be
absent, our hearts sank. within US at
the thought of separation. We
thought of the chequered scenes he
might have to pass through, md
sighed. But gain when we looked
at the treasures that await him (if a
faithful STUDENT beyond the vista Of
his collegiate life, we commended him
to God calmly, and thought, young
friend you need fear 10 evil, for the
righteous are never forsaken' nor
their seed found begging bread.
But to the trying moment: At
the breakfast table We all take our
seats. A blessing is asked, and not
another word is spoken-all, all, is as
silent as the tomb. Presently a deep
sigh is heard, then large briny tear
drop is seen Stealing down the old
mothers cheek, a devoted sister sits
next and catches the feeling and sobs,
the~brother sits next, and ] see
through the crystal fluid that fills
my own eyes, the muscles of his
youthful cheek expanding and con-
tracing, till at last his feelings over
come him, and with a suppressed
sob he leaves the room. We have all
caught the sal NE congenial spirit,
andwe all weep.
Only a few words are spoken, but
the teary eye, the quivering lip, the
pressing grasp Of the hand, speak
enough. =
: He is gone, but hope is with him.
No mother is there to greet him with
pleasant smiles No loving sister
to imprint kisses of affection on his
cheek at his incoming. No kind
lalner Is CHere 10 cOunSel MN, or TO
warn him "tol hee the wrath to come. !"
Bnt is he alone? No, Jesus is there
to protect him, guardian angels hover
over his night-co uch and watch his
gentle slumberings, ministering spir-
Its, doubtless, are his tacit compan-
ions at twilight's pensiye hour, and
while he pursues his daily studies,
while he is quafing at iterature's
fountain and plucking from wisdom's
eVer-yieldlng tree those glorious clus-
tiers of honor, he can feast on the
"hidden mamma Of Gods love-" and
drink of the "waters of salvation,
that make glad the city of Cod
We are not now permitted to see
him, nor to mingle our voices of
prayer and praise, but we can meet at
the same throne of grace and COM
mune with the same God, and enjoy
His love, receive His appreciation,
and look forward with pleasing antic-