Nashville daily patriot. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1855-1857, 1856-06-28

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| denly into the sky, as we dashed through little
murmuring stream, ana wound slowly up the
! gentle ascent beyond. On one side lay a field OF
waving corn but on the other the lofty trees Of a
| forest-like grove crowded down to the road, and
swayed their plumy branches to the freshening
| breeze OF evening. Gaining the summit of the
eminence we again pressing forward at a brisk
trot, when the coach suddenly came to stand, and
| Hooked out to ascertain the cause. At this mos
ment gentleman advanced hastily from the large
white gate which opened into the park like enclos.
ure, saying as he advanced, GOOD evening Mr..
| K, any Of my folks with you to nght?"
mo Sir, not this time" responded the driver,
| "grang there" and he touched up his horses, and
| was about TO move forward.
'Slay a moment, I'll go with you,-your mail
| has news for me, doubtless
every well sir, inside if you please" And the
tall gentleman sprang in, and quietly took seat in
| front Of Inc.
"Good-6ye r. il was a clear, sweet voice from
out the shadow ! started and glanced toward the
| gate. little white figure, before unnoticed, WAS
| closing it, and as drove of, | the light
! form glide like spirit down the deep shaded
| avenue and in a moment il was lost amid the sur
rounding gloom. True, it little figure, but
! knew that it not child, for no chiIds voice
is so full Of the tender pathos that comes but with
years
! "Good-bye!" it was sweetly spoken, but the
/ II,
| and the voice drowned amid the rattle OF
wheels, and trampling of horses, the old coach
moved on | say husband, for ! know that it was
a tciteS "good bye, go full was the low tone Of
earnest tenderness,-so traught with the love
| that only woman's heart can know,-and timidly
uttered withA II she feared to betray her hearts
deep secret TO the OF q stranger, and hoped 1t
would be heard only, as it was only intended for
! him
~ thought they certainly would have reached
home to night" WAS uttered half audbly, and
turned TO look at my companion. As nearly as
could see by the faint light which broke upon US,
as we emerged from the shadows Of the woodland,
! be was a large fine looking man, with Roman fea-
lures and much of that unconscious air OF mingled
| courtesy ana command, which is a distinguishing
characteristic Of the true Southern gentleman. And
who were "theyP" Near and dear ones they must
have been, for SIZE had come to the gate with him
! TO welcome them. Was il dear friend-a revered
] parent-a long absent brOther-a well beloved SIS
! ter ? | could not tell and ratified along,
! fell into fit ofmusng. followed the little white
figure whose gentle goodbye" still fingered upon
my ear, TO her home which lay nestled behind those
tall shadowy trees felt though something good
and beautiful had gone, and we were journeying Oh
alone In an hour, perhaps, the husband would
return and the same sweet voice would welcome
him. for this good bye" only for little while
Won could tell that-for there grief in il,
! it was only modest and hopeful and loving. And
the thought to mysslf-hOw is it with them
Does this proud looking husband never hear the soft
d" good-byes" which go cut to him from the gentle
! heart he leaves behind? Is the sweet cadence 8.
that voice dlCdyS drowned amid the rush and rattle
oflfe's onward wheels-crusbed out OF his heart by
! the din of the worlds dusty andcrowded thorough
! fares? 1t may be so, and it may mott can not
! tell 1t may be So for there many such. Some"
thing beautiful is ever telling us "good-bye; yet
oh how often does the sweet sad voice OF farewell!
| fall upon our world deafened ears unheard, or 1t
! heard, perchance UNDECIDED! The glad, careless
| hours OF childhood the sunny days OF youth, the
! proud years of maturity they pass, give Us one
! by one their gentle &" good bye" ere they close the
gate, and fit away into the dim, shadow land OF the
! past.
Father! night and morning bending to thy task;
| toiIng daily in the crowded marts the mong, mon
| eyed slave of MammoD, look up moment from the
! yellow, binding dust, and liSten-a faint sweet
! voice is telling yOu "gOod-bye!" The fair and
/ thoughtful eyed child angel which came to your
home singing with the morning from the portals OF
Paradise, will return thther the dew has gone
! up from its amaraDthne blossoms. The hour APP
proaches when the white gates will close upon him,
! when you will hear his last " goodbye" through
griefsmOans, and strive to look after him through
bitter, but unavang tears Throw aside the ledger
| for awhile-take up the Book OF Heavenly Truth,
that your name be written by His in the Lambs
Book Of Life so shall you surely follow your child
! angel TO a land where there " are none that weep,
and none that sigh, and none that say FAREWELL"
Husband listen, and listen eaTnestly-fOr a low,
| loved voice is bidding you 'gOOd bye" The Ian
guid step, the purer pale cheek, and the dropping
eye all speak the farewell which your dull ear cam
no. hear. Her name will soon be added to the list
| of whom this is the only record-"she lived-she
| oved-she died." The good and beautiful will
h., shn ,rhsf oUav Infn fh.
shadows of the afterward and you will journey on
alone Then, obi then, like arrow to the heart
will come back the memory of her quiet SMILE the
echo OF her clear, ringing laugh and the glad sound
of her cheerful greeting! The ruined shrine will
be sacred then though its sweet light has forever
faded the broken altar with its ashes OF per-
fume, be halowed still by fond association, though
the hearts ideal incense has ceased to rise like q
veil over its hidden sanctuary.
Children pause amid your play, and for a mo
ment listen. The voice of pale and patient
mother, growing fainter day by day, is telling yOH
! good bye" II ye could enter Heavens portals
before her, and return TO God We have learn
| ed TO weep for her, happy are ye. But If not, ye
will live TO remember that there Uds a love which,
like the light house ray threw out its pulsatiDg ra-
dance far into the night and tempest Of the world
! you will remember one whose lite was love; who
! looked down with fearful eyes upon your infant
]
! you say, "Our Father who art in Heaven" who
watched and prayed for you wherever you wander
ed and whenever you wept; who blest you going
who welcomed you returning, and who forgot you
| hever-never
OIL weary way iarer on the thOroughfare Of life,
! listen, aud recall, il thou canSt the sad sweet
voices that evcrmore are telling thee good bye
! good by>" Listen TIL the good and the beaut-
iul come back to thee in the realms of Imagination
aud memory ill the air is full of the odors of the
oldeu time aud musical with The far-of Ginning of
its Sabbath bellsl
Call back again the voice of bird and blossom,
things which long ago have ssid goodbye" to
thee the laughter Of the little ll you left it to
launch forth upon the broad rushing rIver Of Ii q,
the sweet low tones of home ere your heart had
ever thrilled to the shock and jar of the great
world without. People its low halls and its cozy
| chambers with the voices OF the dreamless dead,
and the language of Heaven which they now speak,
strive thou to understand And most Of III, OH
MORTAL listen earnestly to the warnings Of thy good
guardian angel, grieve him not lest he turn away
with the saddest Of wells-but be thou of those
| who know his voice." and are led by him unto
thsl pleasant iafa where we shall even Target the
meaniag of those esFlniy words ''gOOd-6ys '-"5oga
besfi
FoRKsg HoxK, 1855.
For .as Patriot
Red suIph ur springs.
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