The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1855-02-01

stone. He who sleeps beneath tha
mound was once the happiest youth in the
whole village. He was carpenter BY
J trade, and he built the house in which
you were born. He used to laugh and
sing over the wine cup, and he thought
not then of harm. l once heard hi:
young wife beg Of him to remain at home
with her but be refused her the boon -
She told him that she was cold and hun.
cry, and that her children needed cloth.
ing, but he needed her not. A few shor
years afterwards that wife's heart broke.
and she died. and her children. / he
husband and father found one cold night
laying by the road side, and he was dead
These are their graves, for buried them
all together. You can see the wife s
grave next beyond the grey stone of the
husbsnd's, and those two little graves
are where lie the frozen boy and grip
The old man drew his sleeve across his
eyes to wipe away the tears, and while
he did SO Malcolm bowed his head and
groaned mournfully.
'Malcom Warren he said. there was
once full regiment of stout soldiers fol
lowed Napoleon Bonapart into Russia
There were many other regiments went
also. but OF this one in particular have
read. OF that whole company of men
only one solitary individual lived to re-
lurn 10 the nome OF his birth. All the
rest died on the way. They were starved
and frozen. and they dropped by the way
side. Now suppose some thoughless
youth should point 10 that single living
soldier, and say that amid the eternal
SHOWS Of Russia there was no danger.
because that man had passed them all
and still lived Like that single frsg.
ment of the regiment do | stand here
living man.
The youth gazed up in the face Of the
aged speaker. and new emotions were
worked upon his features.
Come, Malcolm, | would show you
one more spor before we go
+ The old man leaned upon his staff and
moved slowly on among the graves, and
Involuntary did the youth follow. At
length they stopped by spot where two
graves lay side by side. The slabs were
of marble. and they gistened brigtly in
the moonlight.
'Malcolm,' spoke TO the sexton, in a
deep whisper. i remember well when |
made these two graves. There was no
sorrow 10 fill the beds which here made,
for they who sleep here, died amid the
sweet brealhings OF peace and honor
They were good vlrluous people, and
when they were gone our townsmen
mourned, for our village had lost two OF
its most noble spirits. O, love TO come
and stand over those graves, for | know
that God smiles upon them! There is no
taint. nor dishonor here. Malcolm, do
you not know who rest in those Two
graveS!'
The youth did not answer, nor did he
raise his head. but with one deep, wild
cry, he sank down, and there he lay
across both the graves, weeping and
sobbing like child. His FATHER and
MOTHER slept there!
For while the old man gazed tearfully
upon the scene, and then he took the
youth by the arm and aroused him up.
Come, Malcolm he whispered. we
will 60 away nc1; can show you no
more.
The youth followed his guide out from
the churchyard, and after the gate was
closed they passed on TO the street.
Here Adam Stanford stopped.
Nov, Malcolm he said. you can re.
Turn 10 your companions at the tavern,
but let me pray you never use my name
again as you did this evening. When you
again think of poor old Adam Stanford,
think only of what he has told you in the
churchyard, think of What he has seen.
and of what he has sufisred, and o. that
you may in welcome sRak.'
The old man turned PATTY away, when
Malcolm sprang forwardjapd caught him
by the arm.
Uncle ADAM he uttered, in. choked
and broken accents, %, iora he. me for
what have said and what 7faye done.
ii cannot tell you all now. - cannot
speak, but shall go to thS tavt H, no
more. o, God bless you! God bless
you'll