Weekly Trinity journal., 1858-12-11
THE PAR TIE Is as E.
The Maiden 10 Aner Wetrnyer.

Farewell Farewell--no word OF minc
Reproach on thee shall cast;
The lips that have been pressed to thine,
Shall bless thce to the last
Farewell Farewell-my breaking heart
Shall give no sign Of pain:
Back to your font, yo tears nor start
For | have loved in vain.
Farewell The world before thee lies
Ia coors bright and fair
Though light has faded from my skies,
And left hut darkness there
Man makes plaything for an hour,
OF womans holy trust;
Then spurns the crushed and broken flower,
And treads ii In the dust
The World approves his manly course.
And lures him on to fame;
Yet frowns on woman, fierce and harsh.
And covers her with shame.
And thou wilt join the cold worlds sneors,
And set brand on me,
Remember In thy after years,
My crime was loving thee.
In early days, TO thee gave
A jewel rich and rare,
Worth more than pearls from Ocean cave,
And worthy of thy care
And now, ere we forever part,
One boon from thee crave:
Give back the jewel Of my heart
Give back the love gave
Mrs. f. H. Day" Heperian."
THE CRUMBTING CREsCENr.-A latter day trav-
eer, lingering in the monumental shadows of
Egypt, heard fall one morning from the Mosque
of Amer, n large piece OF stone and cement
This Mosque is considered a meter OF Mahommed-
anism. 1t has upheld the corrOding particles Of
centuries, and upon its walls and towers thou
sands of generations have gazed, and believed
that within was their holiest shrine. II stood
firm, not sand grain fell, not an ornament was
defaced, not a stone was moved. not rust spot
appeared; its gliding faded not. Its FURNISHED
silver sh0ne until the worshiper cnervated,
dreamful and sensual began TO neglect the re-
quirements of his faith. Then the temple caught
the breath Of decay. and the glofies of distant
years came and put their spectral fingers in the
tracks Of ruin and on the ulcers Of sin. Every
Mosque felt the cold touch. and the chill has
reached all the people, and their ldst-fever and
vOluptuous warmth will not melt the arctic frost
glistenng over their religious and national doom.
The Crescent, brightest emblem raised In the
heroic ages, Is trembling above the under jarring
Of European progress and the influence of Chris
tianily Is brushing away the fast forming dust of
its final change. When its power exptes mankind
will not mourn, but the echo of its fall will re-
vertebrate through time, rejoice the invisible
Heavens and stir the ashes In Mecca's tomb
WASH Wright.
FIRST BETI.ToLI OF THE SETTLEMENT
the sound Of Il toling bell. How sadly falls
upon the ear the knell that tells Of departed
spirit. We pause to listen to the cangor of each
stroke that rings out on the silent air like sud
den cry Of pain; and then perhaps the memory
Of the loved and lost awalens in our hearts, and,
in fancy, we wander to some distant spot, where,
beneath the rounded hilock of sodded earth and
the bending willows sleep the tender and the
true who have gone before us. We remember
how the light slowly faded from gentle eyes, and
the lips that had ever uttered words Of affection
grew pale aud dumb beneath the seal of Death;
we recall the tearfnl sorrow for the lost that we
thought would never depart, and, sadder than all,
the dull leaden sound Of the first earth that fell
on the coffned FORM Yreka Union
THANKSGIVING AT HOVE We know that around
that Widespread board there is a vacant seat and
our names are on the breath Of those that love
us. With all these memories comes q pang-a
subdued, sorrowul feeling, for we are but NOR
tails, and the human heart will yearn for its loved
ones The vision of the old homestead with its
many cheerful faces; the aged father, who, with
trembling hand, produces the last letter received
from the wandercr; the tear-dimmed eyes Of the
aged mother, as with eager ear she listens to the
contents of that letter, and the earnest heartfelt
manner in which she exelaims, =" thank God we
can hear from him. is even now haunting many
a heart Ia California, Hesps,ion.