Nebraska advertiser. [volume] (Brownville, Nemaha County, N.T. [Neb.]) 1856-1882, 1857-12-10

"Anfid the croad. the hum, the slack of men,
To see, tohear. to feel, and tupossess;
To roam along, the worlds tired denizen
With none 70 bless US, none whom we can bless,
MfniOns Of splendor shrinking from distress,
Not one with kindred consciousness endued
II were not, would seem to smile the less,
On all that followed fattere1, sought, or sued
This is 10 be alone-this this is sOIitdder'
had Just left a country village. and
home, where, for twenty-five years, had
been growing familiar with nv surround
ings; children had been born and grown
to manhood under my eye; young people,
that entered on life's changeful stage of
care and responsibility with myself, had
grown old, and silver hairs upon their
brows reminded me that even | was trav-
cling down the farther side Of the summit
Of life / had seen the solitary house
gather round it the thriving village, with
It's churches, school-houses, stores and
hotels, It's factories and workshops, its
courthouse and printing office; seen the
line of bare poles with the few springs
upon the top, grow into avenues of beau
tiful trees; | had eaten the fruit from
vines and trees of my own planting; and
now was alone in a great city. Like an
old tree torn up by the roots, | felt that
every branch and fibre of feeling was
bleeding and withering for the want Of
the sweet waters of Heighb0rhood kind
ness and friendship for one which had so
long cherished and nurtured them. But
circumstances had required that the up
roofing should be made, and | strove to
think it all for the best, and that genial
Western soil would soon heal the old
wOunds, and bring it forth again in vigor
and strength.
So pondered my way, among the busy
multitude, when my eye caught the grace
ful sight of a show window full Of flowers.
Flowers are always friends; they talk to
me; they answer back my thoughts, and
tell me stories of love and holiness that
no ears but mine can hear. stopped
instnctively, and forgot bureaus and bed
steaos, chair and carpets, and walked in
TO the shop, to feast my eyes, upon the
simple beauty Of spring violets and roses.
| stood gazing down deep into the eyes
/ u y IOld LlAIO4OI cLAN clGh1I5 II 1AA4
about my pets at home, (home-it was
home; but now the home of a stranger,
but mine no more, when ] was startled
by a soft, sweet voice at my side, saying,
in answer to my, thoughts, They are
very beautifuI!''
i looked, and face met my gaze that
fastened itself upon my mind. The sun
beam glance of her eye burned it down
upon the page of memory.
She was lady of medium size, with
dark hair falling IN rich, soft curls beside
her face; she might have been thirty, she
might have been older, but the freshness
Of youth of her spirit shoGe so through
her features, that felt she was yet In
life's spring-time. l answered her re-
mark, and then leaning our elbows upon
the stand, the beautiful flower linking us
together, we stood and chatted Ike old
friends. did not see, until she turned
to 60 away, that she wore rich embroi.
dered velvet cleak, or that her hat was Of
the finest and plainest; / only saw heI
look and heard her voice of gentle kind
ness.
Hers was face to brighten light,
And send back sunshine with an aided glow