Brookville American. [volume] (Brookville, Ind.) 1858-1861, 1858-03-12

twine among your gray hairs
She threw her white arms around
: the old mans neck, as he bent over her
J in her old childish way, and her fever
ish, burning lips were pressed "a pie,
l. "You may 90. darling.4 ya,sS1 uoet
well, he said, ashe gently laid back
upon the pillow "only be quict now" "
for the doctor had said that morning,
If Lily did not get better soon shccouId
not live.
The old chapel was crowded that
morning; for he who went boy from
their midst into the work offfc min
istry, was to preach for them7 lie Is
much changed, the young mlnltor that
sits in the pulpit, this fair MAJ morn
ling. lie has grown tall andN<tatcly ;
but the brown curls, though somewhat
darker, and the blue eyes are the same
that belonged 10 Marcus Hydra the boy.
And the people are changed thought
Marcus, rs he gazed upon the snowy
locks Of aged brows, and the sunny
curls Of maidens--little girls when he
loft them. But he missed one face, that
he was wont 10 see there in the old
days. Why was she not thcre2 He
had heard that she had buried herhus-.
band, and returned TO her v6iIcy home |;
and he could not still the rush of
thought that glowed in his heart, whis-
lpering that she yet might be his, for
her memory had never faded from his
life. llo arose in the pulpit, and turn
cd over the leaves of that good old
book whose glory is immortal. The era-
diant light, shed from its inspired pa
ges, have guided thousands, ago. mil
lions, in that bright and shining way
that leads up TO heaven; nnd II will
cheer millions moro on tlleit 1urney
home. This great book, filled With the
ancient lore, Swallowed forth sop1ctimes
with deep mysteries, and agliNTnjning
with immortal brightness, lkfcath
a glory about the lives of nort3h, who
practice its holy precepts, that time
with its changes may pcver utlfken or
destroy, and give thcp hopes. swecier
pt irsp ssS u sRpss sg, that ,a sl2z!s sgss 'es
years has blanchcd their locks 70 snow
even when ssthoy arc growing old, and
! passing away" And the text was sc-
looted from this book that morsyie.-
Oil the restless cloqucncc Of ~ ser
mn. The deep bcwilderiQ1 soice
sometimes low and thrilling. AZ sfain
breaking forth in all its startling pow
er of subhmity. Oh, LiIyl I1fxf you
could have heard him, your q heart
would have thrilled to thi fsic of
that voice, and the light o p and
earnest thought that flashed in the spir-
itual blue eyes. p
Marcus Hydra soon learned OF LIily's
illness, and hastenei to her home; and
a terrible fear gathered at bis heart, and
paled his brow, as he bent over the loved
| girl of his youth.
The vital energies Of life were giving
away. The white arms sank powerless
al her side, Nj her dSrAor6s closed
heavily in slumber.
"It is the sleep of life, or DEATH .
whispered the doctor. And then they
bow cd there togcther,-the fathers aged
frame quivering with grief, while the
young minister prayed. Aud, oh, such
a prayer It's solemn music Yang thro'
the still chamber, sometimes mournfully
and earnestly, and again almost wildly,
rs he pleaded for the pale sleeper.
| But ii was not the slumber of death;
for they wandered agan, the. children
that used to be, over the hills Of the
old homo.
Lily sat ono evening out beneath o
cherry tree, the wind rustling Through
it's branches, and bending the tall grass
around her. The minister sat by her
side, and in earnest, beautiful language,
plead with Lily to become his wife.
And she told him there. and some
thing OF sadness trembled in her voice,
"that tho light of his~yv uil never
bo quite so beautiful to her, as tho dark
ones that were closed in DEATH" Told
him that the brown curs that rested
above bis brow, could nevor be quite so
priced, as the midnight lock sho had
severed from the dear head pow pillow
! cd in the coffin. "For, Marous,' she
said, "the memory of early love is sweet
and its light never went out from his
/ dark eyes, till IL went outin DEATH"
4 ~ ask none Of that love which ha,
gone down to the grave of the early
: lost. Th ,ro let IL remain But may i
/ not compensate in some measure, for
1 that which is lost TO you till you mee,
r up yonder 7" Again that earnest face
{ was lifted towards tho skies aud th,
: light which rested on il was holy and
i beautiful.
/. The bright summer days had not fa
dcd, Ger Marcus Hydra called Lily hi:
Q wife, rs he bad said no intended 70, be
a meath the cid sycaHarst trsss. How
: beautiful are their lives as in tho decl
r love Of their hearts, they journey side
: by side, ever turning with an eye o.
faith TO the Spirit-land.