Holmes County Republican. [volume] (Millersburg, Holmes County, Ohio) 1856-1865, 1857-10-29
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From the Boston Banner Of Light.
The Tory Preacher and Young Major!
CHURCH DIsoIPLINEIN oLDEN TIMES


1t was a warm sultry day in August,
one of those quiet, happy days when even
the grass-hopper and butterfly seem weary
of play, and take ali afternoon nap under
some green leaf or enjoy their golden
dreams in the fragrant cup of some sum-
mer flower.
The high road is travel worn and dusty,
and every shrub and bush by the wayside
seems weary of the heat, and dropping be-
meath the weight of dust. Naught looks
cool, save the dark woods in the distance,
and the weary pedestrian longs to turn
aside, cross the little rustic bridge which
spans the brook, and rest awhile under
those widespread elms, which staud like
sentinels at the entrance of the wood. But
the cares of life call him away, and be must
plod on amid the toll and dust and fever
thirst of this world, until evening brings
its darkness and rest. -,
a Not far from those trees, at the end of a
green lane, stands Father Morris cottage.
1t is plastered and whitewashed upon the
outside. The fragrant hop, with its luxu-
rious foliage and light green blossoms, has
covered the gable end of the house, and
ambitiously climbed to the very roof, while
the little door yard in front is filled with
flowers and vines. They look as if tended
by some more tasteful hand than that of
Father Morris, who has spenta great part of
his life in the camp and battle field. Ay,
there is the little fairy who presides over
the garden. She has just wheeled her
grandfather's arm chair under the shade of
the grapery, and is now seating herself on
stool by his side. How carehssly she
brushes those rich brown curls from her
forehead, aHd how coaxingly she looks up
into the old gentleman's face.
"Now, grandpa, I've done spinning, and
put all things in order; grandma is asleep
in the bedroom, and Aunt Sally has gone
to the Sewing Society: now wont you tell
me story Of old times q
Father Morris sat leaning upon his large
ivory headed cane, his white hair SO long
it almost touched his shoulders, and his
mild blue eye full of quiet enjoyment, as
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favorite grand daughter He patted her
gently on the head, and was about to com
ply with her request when the sound of the
village bell was heard, and its slow mo-
notonons told death. Alice stopped-the
smile passsd from her eountenance-and
turning her head in the direction whence
the sounds came, she raised her fore-fnger
toward her grand father, as if to saw udon't
speak," and commenced countino the
strokes of the bell. 1t was 2 long time sLo
thus stood, whie the old gentleman. who
was deaf, sat watching her copptenance at,
tentiyely, Turning towards him at length.
she said, @Nipety-eight? 1t must be old
Major Safford.n
"Grapdpa, grandpa" she repeated in
louder tone, ait must be the Major, fol
there is no one else in town SO DID,
But the old gentleman had fallen into q
reverle. From the length of time which
the bell tolled, he knew for whom it rung
those sad notes, and his heart was now bu-
sy with the past. Memories of other days,
of days when the blood circulated swiftly
through his youthful limbs, and he could
boast of health, strength and vigor-scenes