Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1857-05-13

Matilda of Flanders could not have felt better sat
istied and more selfcomplacent, when gazing on
her splendid Bayeux tapestry, than we did when
We had finished new playhouse thus decorated.
was just going to drive up the stakes and rear
range the whole when espied on the hill just op-
positc, that wild, mschevous Bill Nichols, and
heard him calling out in his stcntorian voice,
Books Books Well, thought I, will wait now
until play-tme, and then shall get Carrie Glenn,
Bette Graham and Amanda Nichols to come and
help ME fix it up again You had better come
along Bertha Chatham" )" said Bill Nichols to me-
or Mr. Buchanan will give you very unWei'
come greeting" Mcckly stepped in at the door,
wav. went behind the door to sit down my bucket
and hang up my bonnet, and was about to take
my seat with tho other girls, when up came Mr.
Buchanan, with a face looking very much like
that Of storm-king, and just as he was prepar-
ing to chastise my hand with certain, long mar
row board awoke from this short second child
hood, to find that The little urchins, Fannie and
Meta had fled and left me to my visions. I can
not say that wished them back; so I began to
dream again.
And what, ask in all sincerity, has become OF
those who went with us to the old log school-house?
Where dwell those sweet faces? Who now hears
the glad laughter which then rivalled the mocking
bird in sweetness and melody. Where now wan
der the little feet that used to lave with us in all
the brooklets for two miles around the old play
ground Into what streams do they paddle now
Where are all of those little blue and black eyes,
that we have seen sparkle so often? With what
are those tiny hands busted now, that we used to
grasp every morning of the year? 0, tell me OF
them all
Then it was heard voice, as it were, from
the clouds say, "and wouldst thou know OF all
these things again2" looked up and there stood
before me young girl from the land of spirits
Awhile stood entranced with her garments OF
white and her brow of dazzling light. looked
into the soft blue eyes, saw her crradant smile; and
then knew, that it was the spirit form OF sweet
Carrie Glenn, that had come to visit me in this
hour of remembrance. 1t had been six years
since she went to her long home-to 81 the undis-
covered country, from whose bourne no traveller
returns"
Ina voice sweet and low, she said to me, mourn
not, mourn not for the past? We played together
in earth's childhood-listencd to the same birds
voices-gathered fruits and flowers from the same
gardens played on the same grass-plots; now,
that you call to mind the early days, You miss me
from the old play ground. cannot come to you
now, except in spirit; but be good, sweet child,
and We shall meet again, face to face, in the beau
tiful land where the Blessed dwell. Together we
shall wander hand in hand, upon the shores Of
Paradise; and if you wish for flowers, we will
gather Daisies and wild Roses in heavenly groves
So saying, she shook the morning dew from her
plumes and winged her flight back to the land of
spirits.
Now, as We turn over the leaves Of the heart
we see sweet praycrful face, in whose dark
dreaming eyes, there is something thoughtful and
serious 1t looks like some ETHEREAL presence, and
| seems baptized in tho pure waters of Peace and
Love- Such was Bette Graham amongst us then
in childhood In little brown cottage, Oh one
of the soping hillsidcs of old Edgchcld District,
amid lovely oak grove, dwells this mate. Aap-
py home is hers, with Father and Mother, brothers
and sisters Pleasant be her stay amongst us;
and soothing bc her evening songs.
In happy contrast to this sober child OF thought
stands out upon the hearts canvass, the round IA
ced, rosy checked Amanda Nichols Well do we
remember in days "lang sync,' how we used to
stand in the yard at old Mount Prospect school
house, and gaze down the sunny hillside that we
might catch the first glimpse of her as she came
trudgng along, bearing her basket piled to the
top with juicy apples whose cheeks were as rosy
as any Dutch girls, crimson cherries and golden
plumrs Then how VIC clung to her and begged
for distribution of the fruits go, for those glo-
rous days OF the past!
She brings lIesperian fruits to us no longer, but
dwells not far from us in 4 humble cottage, with
loving husband and three pretty little Immortals
to bless her home.
Beside, these, there is great merry making
band, whose names are somewhat forgotten, but
whose faces look like FURNISHED gold in our
"hcart of hearts,"
But what has gone with all of that wild, roguish
10. of boys? O. how they used ts tease and worry
us with their hide and seek, fishing tackles, and
ball i" We know OF a few homes made happy by
them; of others, We have not heard in a long
while 1t would be pleasant to meet them after
years of separation; but We shall all be gathered
together never again, except in Eternal Lands.
CORNEILLE