Marshall County Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1855-1859, 1856-04-10

: recommend him to the world as fitted to
teach the mysteries of sacred theology.
|. But in the library every person in his con-
gregation loved to pass an hour with the
clergyman; old and young alike found him
their companion and friend. think he
best liked the presence of the young; and
he would sit for hours among them, tell
ing quaint old stories, or personal recollect-
ions, or curious things he had picked up in
his reading, and they never tired of listen
ing to him.
He was widower, but no one knew his
wife. He had been the pastor of that
church for forty year, but no one had ev-
er heard him name her. He came there a
man of middle age. They asked him if he
were married, and he replied that he was a
widower. That was the only time it was ever
spoken of. He had ministered to them for
a lcng time; he had baptized their children
and buried their fathers; he had married
their young maidens, had counseled their
erring sons, had been father, brother, friend,
in Joy and and sorrow; had been the con-
stant, steadfast visitor in days of affiiction
had watched with them many nights of ag
ony; had pointed them often to the far off
heaven, where alone there was rest and
peace for even the dwellers of that peace
full village, and yet no one had penetrated
the old mans soul or knew from what
fountain i'll his own breast he drew those
consultations which experience alone can
supply.
Men laugh at love- Men sneer at human
affection. Well, let them laugh, let them
sneer. There are hours in the experience
of every man, when he longs for the in
folding of woman's arms, for the kisses
of a woman's lips, for the soothing of a
woman's voice, with unutterable longings.
Wait for that hour. Do not attempt to ar
que with the poor fool of the world, who,
in his ignorance of bliss, denies its exist
cncc.
Il is not necessary to relate the manner
i'll which became acquainted with the early
history of Doctor Philip Winslow. The
old man, think, never knew that | had
heard it; and after | had become acquaint-
ed with it, | could appreciate great many
quiet things that he said, and many more
that he did.
could understand his long evenings in
the still moonlight, his lonesome walks
along the banks Of the river, his smiles
while he sat thinking, his pauses in pray
eI when he spoke ofreunions of the other
world. Doubtless the starlight of his young
love had been steadfistly shining through
all the twilight years of his life.
The first passage in his early life that l
shall refer to is letter.
Never again, Philip, never again. Ny
hand does not ,remble as l write it, my
heart does not beat one pulsation faster for
this last letter. Although this is the end
of many pleasant hopes, many brilliant an
ticipations, yet l am very calm in saying
that it must be the end l do not love YOU
That is all the story. Do not seek to
change my resolution. You will fail, and
but increase the pain of this final separa-
ton. So goodbye. now forever, Philip
Winslow, think no more of Mary Person"
He read it over second time, but it was
the same cool, deliberate, final answer
He studied to extract, if it were possible,
some other meaning out of the brief sell
tences. But lie failed in that He exam
ined the writing to see if there might not
be some hesitation in the penmanship, some
indication of vacillating thought, uncertain
decision, but he found nothing of the sort;
every letter was the familiar, firm hand
that he knew of old--every curve was reg
ular, every dot and cross was in its proper
place.
There was one word Oh which he paus-
ed long. 1t was the word pain What
did she mean by that? Was it of herself
she spoke of him? Was it painful to her
thus to dimiss him, because she thought
he would suffer, and she did not wish to
give pain even to worm or was there no
such feeling whatever, but only the convic-
ton that he would suffer, and no care OH her
part whether he did or not?
! Whatever it was, it was vain for him to
seek any evidence Of willingness on the
part of Mary Pierson to be sued for any
change of purpose. He knew her heart
tie inheritance from stern old father Of
revolutionary times, which was as firm as
a rock in its determinations--and he Weld
ed, though it was like yielding life blood
to the knife, for she was Of noble nature.
and one from whom it was terrible to part.
For fifteen years he had loved her with
abounding love. They were children to-
gcther, had grown up together, had-he
believed it in his heart of hearts--loved