Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1855-11-14

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ney, seemed to him space of calm and
bieSSedueS>, such as he had never be-
fore known, uch as he had not dreamed
that this world could offer 1t would
have been lime of perfect and triumph
ant JOY 10 the good man, surveying the
lie in which he had struggled much,
suffered much. and accomplished much,
aud looking into the life, where he was
confident his reward was awaiting him.
1t was dis:
In his youth he had loved and mar
ried, ami lost and buried young, gen
tie. and lovely wife, whose memory new
er failed TO bless the twilight oi every
day from her burial, until the ast Iwi
light, The dimness of The eyes. and The
fading Of the earIhhghI which preceded
his DEATH She lef him one Guild, a son;
like his mo.hcr, in his childhood, more
like her in his boy hood, and dearer than
words car express to the hear, of the
strong man on whose breast he lay Tor
many years.
IL has been said that The children of
good men turn out the ofleneSt to be
themselves unworthy. Ii i, not 50, but
The lew instances of this kind are -
sinking, and causes so much obServa
ton and pity, and remark, that me-. have
got to speaking o. them as illustrations
of The rul" instead OF exception
As he grew older, the boy George,
grew 10 be d'sobedient. thoushtless and
reckless. Even in the early years OF
school life, he WAS the leader of ,he
worst boys Of the village; and MOI un-
frequently his fathers heart Was wrun
with pain al the reports OF his juvenile
in quiIies. But when he was twenty
years ola he disappeared from home,
nor could all the exerliuus OF his father
and OF the entire community prevail 10
ascertain hi; whereabouts and the old
man, prema,urrlv Old, though in The
prime OF life. mourned for his lost boy in
anntierab grief
Years pass, i, al'l The wanderer came
not. The old farm house grew older !;
the uees grew over 1t the rose ran riot,
and grew inro will misses Ot unculu a
led beauty; The moss gathered on the
rocks about the spring, the robin, that
had built for years on the old apple tree.
ceased 10 reluIn. having doubtless, died
in another land and the old man went
about his labor. hither and lhither over
his farm, with slow feeble steps, won
dering whether his boy was dead or alive,
homeless or happy, ouicast or clothed
and loved and 80 the lime approached
steadily, calmly and peacefully. y hen
he mus. depart and leave world "A
broad buundless world-with the wan
derer still in it, without IA mother; he
trem led when he added, without Godl
He had been i'll week nearly tw,
week>-and an evening OF unusual quiet
and IustruuS beauty of moon and stars
was coming down on the country side
He lay in his own large Ioum. with The
doors and windows open, and as he lay
he could looA out and down towards the
church ard church yard, where lay the
wife of his bosom. who had now slept
for over thirty years in the village burial
ground And as he looked, the though;
of meeting her again look possession OF
h whole soul and he grew not only
calm, but happy and exulJant. and broke
out into song of rejoicing, the words
of which had been lavoriIe words with
her the dead wife And while he sang,
the came down the road twn persons,
IA man leading by the hand child; the
nan wake d frebly and with pain. the child
occasionally lifting her eyes TO his face.
and apparently encouraging him. The
old man did not cease 10 sing, and as The
strangers ap, Ioached the house, hr,
voice, clear and distinct, fOated ON the
night air, and seemed, broken though
was, to be musral, and soft rs the moon
light. The TWO who were d awiIg neat
suddenly paused as they heard tha
voice, and The words fell on their ear
with surprising dislinc:ness
Through sorrows night, and dangers path,
Amid the thickeniug gloom,
We soldiers OF injured King
Are marching to the tomb
The child felt the nand which held
her own suddenly tighten. She looked
up, and saw that the face OF her com
pani,n was pale-ashy-in the moon
shine, and she slapped suddenly and
said, "You are i'll, father !"
"Whose voice was Tat - a>led the
sick old man, in his room. For the
cbild's voice had penetrated the thickel
which surrounded the house.
No one could reply, for no one had *, n
the approach of the strangers. The man
did not notice the chiid's voice or ques
ton. but standing fer moment siIrn
gazing into the mass of trees and flow
ers win ch skirted the roadside and shui
IN The view Of the old house, and then
staggering few steps further on, grasp
ed feebly at the bars of the gate, and
iailing to take hold Of them, fell heavily
| on the ground.