Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1857-07-01

seen silent tears fall from the quiet eyes
of Ruth, as if all this hurry and worry
of her boy was mask. Perhaps it is.
Ruth told me once of fair young being
whose soul was twined with the soul of
Graham. How the changing years car
ried her away to sleep in green grave,
and left the boy alone. May be mem
oryis goading him to thisincessant action,
this constant labor. Who knows? We
all have name written somewhere "a
mong the records of the heart, dearer
than all other names beside--a name
that brings with it either pure enjoyment,
or bitter, bitter yearnings.
1t must be so with Graham, for l have
seen him stand, silent as the frozen snow
for hours, leaning over the bannisters
and gazing on simple picture that hung
in the hall, with the name of "Rosa-
mond" written underneath it. ''Rose
of the world" and yet the world knew
only as much of her beauty as had ripen-
ed under fifteen summers suns. She
was my cousin, and fairer face never
bloomed out on the bleak winter airs OF
New England, but was not suffered to
marvel at her exceeding loveliness long,
for God took her, and the simple picture
and an old mans memory are all that
remain of her now. Perhaps, l only say
perhaps, the vision that steals through
Graham's silent hours, and even glides
between him and the rustling ledged,
bore the fragant name of Rosamond; il
she did, or if my young cousins face
bears faint likeness 10 his "lost one, u
l wonder not that the boy loves to lin.
ger on the stairs and watch the eastern
red sunlight steal in and glow suddenly
all over the bright, beaming counte.
nance. How sad and how strange thai
so many of our best beloved memories
are scented with perfume of cypress and
of shrouds. 20
Ruth says "The on of this is be-
cause such memories would loose theil
sweetness, had we the power to make
them oft-recurring. Those We love &c
home to their Father, when we remem'
Der only what's beautiful Of them-year'
of long life might rob them of wha
makes us cherish their memory so fond
ly; now their beauty will remain unfad
ing through the long lapses of an unlaps
ing eternity and no stain on their purity
can make US love them less" She ha:
whispered the same words to Graham
in the twilight's purple hush, and he ha'
gone back TO his city home more cheer
fully; ah I'll dare to say he has gazet
down memory's long gallery with les
regret as his eye drinks in the beauty o
his beautiful "Rose." He thinks of the
changeless years beyond the narrow sea
and of the changeless form watching be
side its banks for him. He has often CLOSED
his day book and ledger, l doubt not
with the unuttered wish that he nigh
step across that narrow sea as easily a
he can cross the busy streets.
Ruth and 1 have a whole troop o
grandchildren, who she persists in spoil
ing. and whom 1 persist in bringing VI
as they should be brought up. Truly
enough, the young rogues are Away
hunting my large pockets for sweetmeat
and stray bits with which to buy toys
and my wife sometimes tells me 1 an
spelling the whole troop instead of her
self.
But children are children, and l have
too green a memory not 10 know tha
plums and candies are so sweet to small
lips. Dear children, they are all lump
of pure gold, and cunning must the ar
tizan's hand be that can mould the pur,
gold Alright. Paul's young wife, will
her azure eyes and amber curls, look
far too young and frail to guide the stou
youngster whose saucy black eyes ar,
for all the world the exact counterpart
of his old grandpa's.
Who, then, like Ruth and 1, can feeC
small lips and handle baby limbs? WhC
though her hands have grown unsteady
and weak, can fold the tiny form in ;
drowsy robe like my dear old wife? Ah
mel how We are shutting slowly ant
more slowly this feeble lamp of life!-
Byand by the flickering light will fall
and of us-bits of poor worn clay-wil
be borne by our children with tears ant
lamentations to the vault yonder on tht
hill overlooking the sea? Aye. even al
We now in life are overlooking that aOha
sea with the purple shores and the fai
twilight skirting it forever. Dear ole
wife, how patiently we will wait the
coming of q messenger from yondel
shores. No need, then, to pull dowr
the rumpled kerchief, to straighten the
white locks or grasp more firmly the
stout cane; for angels will minister to us
and give to these feeble linn BIS a newnes'
of life and Immortality of youth. VIII
our children follow too?
They who dispute for the management
of a State, resemble mariners wrangline
about ,ubn e1a,,IJ ,J,root H. Ill.