Kenosha tribune & telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1856-1859, 1857-04-02
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One by one they're leaving us.
NELLIE has gone from among us Death has
not called mourning friends to weep around the
bier of the dead An earthly, not heavenly
bridegroom has borne one of our fairest flowers
away. She has gone to make bright and sunny.
the home of one to whom she has entrusted her
all of happiness She has gone to add new joys
to the life of another, and by thus doing, bring
happiness to her own heart. Clouds have new
er obscured the sunny heaven of her young life.
Peace, love, and all the beautiful and halewed
influences of dearly cherished home, have com
bined for twenty years, to make her life one
shower of sunlight. Now she has left her home
and gone forth into the uncertain future, with a
brow as care-free, smile as quiet, and step as
buoyant as in days agone; trusting her all to
God And. Nellie, that trust will never he be-
trayed; though thy earthly trust may be p laced
falsely, yet thy heaycnly one, never. AS much
as we miss thee in our little circle, yet We say
unto thee, "God speed One by one the flowers
droop, so one by one The friends that are with US
are going One by one the rain-drops fall and
mingle; so one by one those that are with Is are
passing out into the great untried world, and
soon we shall say Of them, Eve know not v here
they are.
ALLEN is dead. Another friend has fin shed
his pilgrimage on earth, and we trust, gone to a
brighter and more peaceful pilgrimage among
the blessed of Jesus. Chastened and purified
spirits are every hour-nay, every moment
borne by gloryfying angels to the presence of
their Maker Alien has gone, and while his spir-
it was passing from earth, catching bright
gmpses of the spirit-land, stood amid bridal
throng, with gay ard joyous faces round, while
round his couch, sorrow stricken friends were
gathered and lowly and deep in the earth he is
resting. Long in memory will dwell the pleas
ures found in his society, during the few months
stars look down INTO night, shall think of him.
He was but friend, yet friends can be bound
together by ties that It makes the heart ac, to
sever. There seems new vacancy in the heart
every lime friend passes away, yet we feel not
half The pain when we have seen dear one pass
from death unto life, that we feel, to meet one
daily that has been false to our trust Reader,
had a friend once! Did you ever have friend
"a real friend !-one you could have trusted
with happiness and l;fe, so great was your CON
fdence in her? One that you priced, as your
own hearts blood, and that seemed as essential
10 your happiness as that is to yonr life? Did
she prove false, betray that sacred trust you be-
posed in her? and turn the whole wealth of
friendship that you had unfcttered, and poured
out in pure sweet tides, back again into your
own heart Did you say, then, there was no
truth in aught earthly And did you not, after
time recall those words, when you had found
those that could feel the glow Of friendship as
you coUid2 Thus it was with me, in my y0uRg
sehocidays. ] had a friend and schoolmatc then,
and l cherished her with pureness of affections
such rs a young mother feels, when she looks
down into the face Of her infant and presses ii to
her breast in the fullness OF maternal love. So
Innocent and trusly thought her, that untold
cd to her every thought and secret, and in = few
months, when 1 journeyed from her for a space,
She laid them bare to the gaze Of others, and then
] said, there is no truth in aught earthly, and
and I'll never choose another friend.
But during the passing Of many months, the
olden time affections come back again; yet there
is now no link that binds our severed thoughts
together. Lottie love the yet and oft as I con
the page we once conned together, or sit il the
sanctuary of God alone, where you were once
with me- there seems an aching void, thai you
only can fila sympathizing and Christening
presence is wanting, that yours only could ilake
full
know confidence once lost is hard TO re csin.
and when once we've tasted sweets OF confidence
We scarce can satisfy ourselves with com nom
place and worldly friends. We want the dear
communious Of other days or none. "Btt, as
long as there is life there is hope and may
not then, entertain that sweet messenger IN my
bosom yet, for n time If perchance thine eye
should rest upon these secret thoughts Of nine,
and sthoy should bring thy heart back to aith
again, they'll not be written in vain.
Just one year ago, Charlie and his bride tart
ed t. cross the ocean They were going to Wis
il 'Mcrrie England partake of the hospitality
OF the gay and courteous Frenchman, look upon
the threatening glaciers and avalanchcs, and the
beautiful lakes and waterfalls of Switzerland,
breathe the pure air of Italy, tread the classic
soil of Greece, and wander mid the sacred shrines
of the Holy Land. But the blue waves Of the
Atlantic roll over their forms now, while their
spirits arc with Chris, and his angels.
March, 1857. FLORA FARRAR.