The weekly Lancaster gazette. (Lancaster, Ohio) 1852-1855, 1854-11-02

= A baby lay IN lJS cfa0le. a Oein9 with
bright hair, and clear eye, came and kiss
ed Il. HSr name was Hope. Its nurse lie
MED it a toy for which it cried, but Hope
told il. Of one in store for tomorrow Its
little sister gave il a flower, at which II
clssped its hands joyfully, and hope prom
ised it fairer ones which it should gather
for itself. cssu aas7Ls . a-
The babe grew to be a boy. He WAS
musing in the sdtinier twilight. Another
being, with. a sweet and serious face, came
and sat by him. Her name was Memory.
She said: Look behind thee, and tell me
what thou seest?
The boy answered, 1 see short path
bordered with flowers. Butterflies spread
out their gay wings there and birds sing a.
mong the shrubs. 1t seems to be the path
where my feet have walked, for the be-
ginning of it was my own cradle
What art thou holding in thy hands?
asked Memory. And he answered, "a
book which mother gave me-
Come hither,' said Memory. with gem
tie voice, 'and L will teach thee how to get
honey out of it that will be sweet when thy
hair is grey T-ts
The boy became youth. Once as he
lay in bed, Hope and Memory came to the
pillow. Hope sang merry song, like the
lark when she rises from the nest to the
skies. Afterward, she said, follow me,
and thou shall have music in thy heart,
as sweet as the lay | sung thee
But Memory said, He shall be mine al
so.' Hope said, why need we contend?for
as he keepeth virtue in his heart, we will
be to him as sisters, all his life long So
he embraced Hope and Memory, and was
beloved of them both. ~. r
When he awoke they blessed him, and
he gave hand to each, He became &
man, and every night he supped at the Ia
BILE of Memory with knowledge for their
guest -
AT length age found the man, and turn
ed his hair white Sodim.his eye,it seem
ed that the world was an altered place. Blu
it was he himself that had changed, ahC
the warm blood had grown cold his veins
Memory looked on him with grave ant
tenderieyes, like loving and long -triet
friend. She sat by his armchair, and h
said to her, .Thou hast not kept faithful.
some of the jewels that entrusted to thee
! arthey are lost l'.l
She answered mournfully and meekly
t 1T may be SO. The lock of my casket
y worn. Sometimes am weary and fall a
sleep. Then time purloins my key. Bu
I the gems thou gayest me when life wa
/ new, see! l have lost none of them. The
are as brilliant as when they came into m
hands, .
Memory looked pittifully on him as sh
r ceased to speak, wishing to be forgiven.-
S But hope began to unfold radiant win
k which she had long worn concealed beneat
). her robe, and daily tried its strength in
@ heavenward flight.
1t The old man lay down to die. And
n the soul went forth from the. body, the al
7, gels took it. Memory ascendedby its sid
h and went through the open gate of heavel
There she expired like rose family givir
forth its last odors.
A glorious form bent over her. IL
re name was immortal Happiness. Hol
ID commended to her the soul which she hi
le followed through the world. Religion
el she said, planted in it such seeds as be
r the fruits ofheaven. 1t is thine foreve
~ Her dying words were like the music
m some breaking harp, mournful, but swe'
he AndI heard the voice Of angels sayin
g Hope that is born of earth must die b
IL Memory is as eternal as the books ire
n which men are Judged t