Plymouth advertiser. [volume] (Plymouth, Ohio) 1853-1988, 1855-09-01
Gelerteh Misce(lany.
from Harper's Magazine.
EMILY DU NC AN
A PATHETIC STORY.

Let us give you story for spring num-
Der. Use it in May, the month offspring,
for it is a story that has no joy in it save
the hope of the resurrection. 1t occurs to
me on this still evening, and l have push
ed aside all my other papers, and taken a
fresh sheet whereon to write it. Just now,
while l sat with my pen in hand, slowly
working out the problem of curious
trust-deed-a conveyance of property by
husband and wife to friend, to hold in
trust for the said Emily and just as
written her name for the tenth or twentl- |
eth tinc, and writing it again. paused
in the middle and looked up.
Do you know why paused ? 1t was
because | heard the word-the name--au-
dibly pronounced, and so | looked around
to know who spoke. 1t was not my wife,
who sat quietly at the other side of my
table, with her large gray eyes bent down
on the page of new book which for the
time engrossed all her attention: and there
was no one in the room to speak it. 1t
was some one out of the room, and | looked
: out The lower shutters were closed. The
curtains hung over the upper half of tie
: window, but through their parted folds l
saw the young moon, calm and placid, in
3 deep and unfathomed sky; and with
= dreamy and perfect distinctness l saw.
|, Listen, while tell you what saw.
), 1t was mountain scene, or view
ameng the hills. A valley sleeping, and
IS houses sleeping on the plain, and trees
# sleeping, and everything still, voiceless
y motionless in the moonlight, and white
y snow deep over all. And on the plain
little church, whose spire CLEANED in thu
= moonshine, and raised itself in silvory
splendor toward heaven. But oh, m.
, friend, you sit in your large easy chair ST
l. cozily, SO warmly tonight, there wa
something more than valley trees, an
). church, and spire that 1 saw so dreamil
just now.
Beside the church, still on the plain, tn
i, snow lay two feet deep over all the grounc
% white and resplendent. And there wei
places where the snow lay higher up tha
on in othcrs-little hillocks of snow-roune
sr ~, ed up, as if it had fallen more lightly Q
54 such places than elsewhere. And ON OF
of those places the snow had fallen We,
S. peacefully, for it fell OH brow that WI
once as pure as winter snow lakes-on
~ ~ hushed heart that once knew no load
20, heavy as to be measured by its highc
IN. n. fall. And the snow lay with territ
low stiffness, a solemn calmness of repos
the with the majestic silence of the fold
zes mantle on marble, over the grave Of t
tie dear girl that was in years long gone, t
idol of our village.
- 1t was her name I heard in the air.
We spoke it, it matters not. 1t was o
of the angels of memory forever near
"a thanks be unto Him who made us fl
D. ever near us--taking the presence Of
,ro miliar objects to whisper old stories in
wv never wearying ears. And SO, to-nig
in my city room, 1 am writing you
up uP story of the village in the up country,
All An remind you as well as myself of all her
" diant beauty. Was she not beautiful
remember one evening, when, W
" S"'' her old father, 1 saw her coming down
VI '. road, Just at that spot where the sett
sun of June shone through the trees,
neH. poured its splendor on the dusty road.
# ev- r:L.d ross.d ona tho ar wos a.
yniac '",,i i"N :. - ri ..od :.
Vines Win yello" o"s'' anu IN ~ 'A0 e'oo" : q
indy, flood OF glory. oay you Mswas
dbst dust that made tho glory ? Alas
.bove our humanity, it was but SO and she
ident Jus+ avon os wa Yet she was ans
.tn.y ~ y, mould, who said God broke it wheI
ut. y made Eve 2 1t was not so; or an