Butte record., 1857-01-24
A Silver Wedding.

have we not read of the destined bride
in her robe of white, trimmed with
swans down, and of the innocent
mirth of assembled friends-of the S.l-
yer Wedding, when twenty five years
of married life have passed away, and
the happy parents, surrounded by their
children, look calmly back and calmly
forward-and, rarer and more touch
ing still, of the Golden Wedding, when
they have been half century united
and with grey hairs and trembling
hands, but with hearts still young and
warm, they hope to de together and
to love each other more perfectly 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 lo, John,
We climb'd the hill thegither
And mony canty day John,
We've had VII ane anither
Now we maun totter down, John,
But hand in hand we'll 20,
And sleep theeither at the foot,
John Anderson M jo"
Byron said he always had tears for
Irving's broken hearl'-may they new
er fail me for this tender Scottish song
No we have not less affection than
the dwellcrs in the Father!and. We
are not wanting in heart, but it heart
expression There is 10 limit to our
mental energies We cultivate and
worship the head and give all our
hearts children an intellectual bap
tism. What with our wonderful growth
and prosperity, with our ships aud
stocks, and railroads and manu-. lectures
we should be in dander, nationally, Of
losing our heart an possessing only ii
working brain, were it not for this great
question of human rights and liberties,
which is coming home to us all, wax
iug our sens bilities and making Us glow
with enthusiasm. You have seen in
an Autumn day the landscape lying
dark and somber beneath a cloud-ob
scared sun. The mountains are cold
and gray the foliage is only deepcst
shadow, the streams are black and mys-
terious The forms, the ideas are there,
but there IS no amin 4ting soul. 1t is
the landscape of pure thougt. Sudden
ly the sun emerges from the clouds and
pours fl od of light over the scene
The mouutains lift their heads rejoic-
ingly 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 hearts sun
shine over our life landscape; for, as IL
peorl-, we can only lead melodious
days and have the proportions of our
existence rounded and harmonious
when our art-lite is richer, and its
expression more manifold and beauti>
ful.
have thought of this more particu-
larly for having been present IA few
even ngs since at Silver Wedding
DO yeu fancy 1t an idle thing after all
All, If you were 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 fftleth
anniversary of her wedding day, would
you deem 1t idle: am sorry to say
the Germvn custom of marriag cere
mony was not adhered to. suppose
the parties thonght it altogether unne.
cessaTy, so instead, there were smiles,
and flowers, aud kindly congratula.
tons, that made the occasion for 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 a 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 DIM
pied face and deep blue eyes reminded
you of brook side violet, and another
whose hlushing cheek, and dark, clus>
ierIng curls made you think of a moss
rose bud just opening to the day, and
another whose noble brow gave rich
promise of the woman, and yet another
so delicate in form and feature, that as
you looked at her you recalled your
childish fairy stories, and expected mo-
mently to see her vanish in the shadow
beyond. They might have personated
the Graces, only that there were more
Than three.
Among the guests were CO.. and
Mrs. Fremont. Election day was past,
and his rival was probably chosen Pre-
sident of the United States, but Col
Fremont was as cheerful and undlsi
turbcd as if he had not been the objec.
of a nations hope and disappointment.
And, verify, except Tor the temporary
ueieat of the cause which he loves, why
should he be otherwise ; The Presi-
dency is nothing to him IN Il peeuniary
point of view; for fame, he has alrea
dy that which is world wide; and for
honor, have not the noblest and best
of the land given him their sufrages ;
There Is something wonderful about
this man, so gentle and yet SO bold
SO sympathetic aud yet SO persistent