Oroville daily Butte record., 1857-01-22

ing still, Of the Golden Wedding, when
they have been half a century united,
and with grey hairs and trembling
hands, but with hearts still young and
warm, they hope to die together and
to love each other more perfectly y in
the life beyond. BY the way was there
ever so sweet renewal Of youthful
pledges in age, as in that old song Of
John Anderson my jo"
"John Anderson my jo, John,
We "limb'd the bill thcgither
And mony canty day John,
We've had WI anc anithcr;
Now we maun totter down, John,
But hand in hand we'll 20,
And sleep thegither at the foot,
John Anderson my jo" "
Byron said he always had tears for
4rying's 'brokcn heart'-may they new
or fail me for this tender Scottish song !.
No we have not less affection than
the dwellcrs in the Fathcrland. We
are not wanting III heart, but 1t heart
expression. There IS 80 limit to our
mental energies. We cultivate and
worship the head and giv" all our
hearts children an intellectual bap
tism. What with our wonderful growth
and prosperity, with our ships and
stocks, and railroads and manufactures
we should be in dandcr, nationally, of
losing our heart an possessing only Il
working brain, were it not for this great
question Of human rights and liberties,
which is coming home to us all, wax
inc our scnsiblities aud making us glow
with enthusiasm. You have seen in
un Autumn day the landscare lying
dark and sombcr beneath cloud-ob'
scured sun. The mountains are cold
and gray, the foliage is only deepest
shadow, the streams are black and mys.
terious. The forms, the ideas ave there,
but there is no animating soul. II i
the landscape Of pure thougt. Sudden
ly the sun emcrges from the clouds and
pours Il flood Of light over the scene !!
The mountains lift their heads reJoic-
inely to the sky, the trees stand IN
gorgeous apparel, the streams sparkle
on their way, and the lingering birds
break forth into song. 1t it the land
scape of thought radiant with feeling.
THIS is what we want, the heart sun
shine over our life landscape; for, as ii
people, we can only lead melodious
days,' and have the proportions OF our
existence rounded and harmonIous-
when our heart-life is richer, and its
expression more manifold and beauti~
ful.
| have thought of this more particu-
larly for having been present few
evenings since at Silver W eddlng.
DO ycu fancy it an idle thing after all I
All, if you we're still young and fair, If
your son had just brought home his
bride, if your blooming daughters sup
ported you on either hand, if near you,
with placid face, sat your husbands
mother who had just passed the hltleth
anniversary of her wedding day, would
YOU deem 1t idle ? | am sorry to say
the Germrn custom of a marrlag cere-
monv was not adhered to. | suppose
the parties thonght 1t altogether unne.
cessary, 50 instead, there were Smiles,
and flowers, and kindly congratuIa'
tions, that made the occasion tor ever
bright and memorable. There wa
much beauty there, especially among
the juvenile members of the party. /
saw an unconscious tableau which |
shall not soon forget. In recess at
at the end of the parlors were several
Young girls standing together in easy
attitudes and looking out upon the
company. There was one whose dlm-
pled face and deep blue eyes reminded
YOU of IL brook side violet, and another
whose hlushing cheek, and dark clus>
tering curls made you think Of moss
rose bud Just opening to The day, and
another whose noble brow gave rich
nromi,e of the woman, and yet another
so delicate in form and feature, that as
Won looked at her you recalled your
childish fairy stories, and expected mo-
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