Minnesota weekly times., 1855-06-12
TUESDAY, JUNE l2, 1866.
soLILooUY o. 4 wANDERER.

; TUESDAY, JUNE IL, 1866.
soLILooUY OF A wANDERER.
Left homo with ! sad heart. Could not tell |
why, but an indeinabIs something weighed heas
vily on my mind. Perhaps this feeling was caus-
cd BY thoughts of the past, which crowded thick
and fast upon me az the time, drew near for my
departure to distant land, where strange scenes
and stranger faces were to greet me. The little
ties of friendship, which up to this hour deemed
but cobwebs, easily 70 be broken, ,becamc sudden
ly strong ,and when would have carelessly thrown
them aside, could not. Through the dim vista
of tho past, with all its hallowed associations,
discerncd the well-remembered forms Of those
who in other days trod the rosy path of life with
meme, who now alone, felt how dear, though
gone forever, were the halcyon days Of boybood, 4
where friendships once formed are never forgot
ten. was leaving my home, not where kindred
blood flowed and pulsated in the veins of those
who formed the family circlc--but the home made
dear to me by kindness and sympathy by smiles
and tears--by all those little endearmcnts which
add to the greenness and fertility Of this ever
tossing, bubbling life of ours. onthy fair banks
oh! lovely river, have wandered in the fullness
of ,ecstatic JOY. Thy sivery waves have borne
me proudly on to fields of garniture SO green and
so golden-so radiant with life and beauty, Ma
ture's own choice products. Along thy marginI
have watched the waves kiss the pebbly shore,
and dancing in the moonlight lift"their glttering
cressets' to the stars in tokens of love and aora
ton! The yerdant hills, the moan :ng forest,
whose requiem, was in unison with my own feel
ings 1.-THE waving grain-aye, the very Stones,
seemed to persuade me not to 60. 1t was these,
| and the friends were to leave behind meAthe
| thought that perhaps should see them no more
that in a far-of land was to make nv future
home, where once again l would be thrown Into
the turmoil Of life, 1T was thoughts such as these
which filed my mind with gloom, and brought,
unbidden, the crystal tear-drop to the eye. But
why weep? 1t is no time for tears. Unjust grt
| on my manhood, and push out brayely into the
stream of life. Longfclow says: .;r.r .i.
| "Teli line in numbers, f
10" Life is but an empty dream- 81
a1l For the soul is dead that sanibers - W
| ,f'I And things are not what they sten
| = r.a.aj Life is rea!-life is earnest l./ rb
| And the grave Is not its goal,-- 2 J3ygot
| Dust thou art, to dust reurnest
Was not spoken Of the soul -.J
| ID. ed. Let us then be up and doing Pc. ,.<-- .
With heart Tor any fate, f- ,.. .,g
Sill achieving, sill pu.siins,-
1 Learn 10 labor and to udir' iT itI 30
Adieu then to the ghost of melancholy. y.-adieu
to dark forbod:ngs and bitter thoughts s-adieu to
tue past, with its pleasures and its pains--adicu
to those ssdoubts, which like traitors often make
US lose the COOL we might win by fearing to at
tempt it''-adicu to friend and foe, for leave
them .swith tear for those who love and il smile
for those who hate" New scenes arc before me
new t,ias-new joys-ncw conaicts-ncw tri-
umphs. Far-oIf, into the deep unknown, down
the dusty steps Of Time, l must take my way, and
mingl;ng in the jostling crowd, move onward,
ever onward, beyond the confines Of the Tomb into
that ocean whose spiritual pillows have borne
many weary wandcrcr to his haven Of rest. For
give me kind friend, for thus uttering the senti-
mcnts of one who has tasted 'sthe sweets and bit
tcrs' of life-for thus perhaps intruding on your
own meditationS, not unmndful as am, that you,
like me, arc human, and possess the feelings COM
mon TO humanity. These musings are pleasant
episodes in my life-thcy remind me what am
what might and may be. They remind me that
there ''lights and shades'' in the lives of us
al, that all cannot be great aud rich, but that
all can be good-can do something toward eleva-
ting, g,purifying and ennobling our race. Thought
is the Locomotive of our being, and when proper
ly directed contiuccs to deeds alike worthy Of man
and of Heaven. Blame me not then for musing
blanc not then for reviewing the past
scanning the present and forming new resolutions
for the future. 1t is fitting time, for am ieay-
ing old associations to enter upon new and un-
| tried scenes. 'a
Oh! mother, mother, how often think of thee.
When the curtain Of night shuts out all but thy
imagc--when the cold world casts me of-when
friends turn false, and fortunes are icklc--when
life is clouded with dark thoughts and bitter burn
ings--thcn, then, it is that thou, who, in thy
spiritual beauty, come forth from thy shadowy
home, and soothe my wounded heart. am alone,
and yet not alone. Around me are those whom l
lovcd-around me thy gentle image ever bowers,
guiding me through the stormy passage Of life. In
yondcr evening star that gazed at last evening,
| thought saw thy radiant face. In the breeze
feel thy breath-and as l journey onward, the
STILL SMALL sweet voice Of other days sings swcetly
in my ears. Oh, my sainted mother, guard and
guide your wandering boy. Keep him from evil
throw about him thy gentle inAuence-lead him
in the path of right and at last, when his earthly
pilgrimage is finished, conduct him to thine own
peaceful abode in the azure sky above. .f
| Interesting from Europe.
The steamer Africa arrived at Halifax on the
5th. Austria proposes that the Conference meet
again at Vienna, to arrange the third point. No
reply had been made by the English and French
Ambassadors. From the tone Of Austria's re-