Cooper's Clarksburg register. [volume] (Clarksburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1851-1861, 1853-03-09
A BEAUTIFUL SKETCH.

| A BEAUTIFUL SKETCH.
Sarcastic people are wont to say thai
poets dwell in garrets.' and simple peo
pie b lieve it. And Others, neither sar
castle nor simple. send them up aloft
among the ubbish, just because they dl
not know what to do with them dowr
stairs, and among folks. and SO they class
them under the head of rubbish, and con
sign them to the grand receptacle of di
lapitated has beens;' and despised used
to-be's,' the old garret.
The garret is to the other apartments o.
the old homestead what the adverb is tc
the pedagogue in Parsing; everything
they do not know how to dispose Of is con
signed to the list of adyerbs. And it is
for this precise reason that we love gar
rets ; because they do contain the relics
of the old and the paSt-souvenlrS ofoth-
err and happier and simpler times.
They have come to build houses now
a-days without garrets. 1mpious innoya-
ton!
You man Of bronze and bearded like
the bard, who would make people believe,
if you could, that you never were q tod
dim wee Lhing;' that you never wore "a
ruftle dress or gingled rattle box with
indefinite delight; that you never had a
mother, and that she never became an
old woman, and wore caps and spectacles,
and maybe, took snuff; 90 home orce
more, after all these years ofabsence, all
booted and whiskered, and six foot. high,
as You are, and let us go up stairs toge-
ther /; in that old-fashioned, spacious gar
ret, that extends from gable to gable, with
its narrow old windows, with a spider
web of a sash, through which steals IL
dim, religious light upon museum of
things unnameu6le, that once figured be-
low stairs. but were long since crowded
QUO by the Vandal hand of these modern
times.
The loose boards of the floor rattle
somewhat as they used to do-don't they?
when beneath your little pattering they
clattered aforetime, when of rainy day,
mother wearied with many tongued
importantly, granted the Let us go up
garret and play And play! Precious
little of play have you had since, we'll
warrant with your looks of dignity and
your dreamings of ambition.
Here we are now in the midst of the
garret. The old barrel-shall we rumage
1t ? Old files of newspapers dusty, vel
low, Il little tattered Ills the Columbia
Star How familiar with the letters or
papers for father?' Aud these same
StC"S, just damp from press. were carried
one by one from the freside. and perused
Stars j.? Damp? Ah!. Ah ! many
star has set since then, and damp with
rain that fell not from the clouds.
Dive deeper into the barrel. There!-
A bundle-up it comes, in cloud OF
dust. Old AImanacs, by all that is me-
morable Almauacs, thin-leaved ledgers
of time, going back to-let us see how
far; 1874, 1873, 182-, before our time
I8O-, when our mothers were children.
And the day book-how blotted and
blurred with many records and many
tears.
There, you have hit your head against
that beam. Time was when you ran to
and fro beneath it, but you are nearer to
it now, by more than the altitude OF a
chopine.' That beams grown with for
gotten papers of seeds for next years
sowing; a diStaff, with some few Shreds OF
flax remaining, is thrust in crevice OF
the rufters overhead and tucked away
close under the eyes is the little wheel.
that used TO stand by the fire in times
long gone Its sweet. low song has cea$-
ed and perhaps she drew those taken
thread-but never mind-you remember
the line, don't you?
s.FTer wheel at rest, the matron charms no more.
Well, let it pass Do you see that lit
tie craft carlined in that dark corner? Il
was red once it was the only caske
in the house, once, and contained mo
theirs Jewels. The old red CRADLE for al
the world. And you occupied 1t once :
ay. great as you are, it was your worle
once, and over it, the only horizon yo'
beheld-bent the heaven of mother
eyes, as YOU rocked in that little bark o o
love on the hither shore of tlme-tast D.
mothers love to mothers heart.
And there, attached to two rafters, ar
the fragments of an UNFINISHED rope. "
yon remember it, and what 1t was tor
and who fastened it there ? Twas tn
children's swing. You are here, indeed
/ but where are Nelly and Charley =
There hangs his little cap by that WIZ
. dow, and there the little red frock sh
used to wear. A crown is resting on hi
| cherub brow, and her robes are spotles
| in the better land
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