The Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, Ohio) 1853-1861, 1858-10-28

friend and they came singing round me the
melodies of the Christmas time Cynthia, Lucy,
/ Abby, Julia, Mary, Betsy, Emeliue, Lou, Helen,
Laura, Clara, aud Eliza, nnd--yes, its no use to
deny it--Frank, Harry, Dan, VIII, Alcck Tom.
GEORGE John. Charvs--ah whole host of
thsm--all that Played "Phildnder." Lost my
Glove Ycsterdy,' Button, Button, who would
be Bntton2' all who puid pounds aud measured
tape aud kissed pigeon fashion on Christmas
aud New Years days in the months agone.
| But | wander agnin--how can help it
" Lord, keep my memory green |"
The rubbish was all in my basket but how
bare it looked, that spot with its deep, rich, soft
mold, that lay below the rubbish like the rich
memories in my own heart How much of all
the elements of beauty had found their wos in.
to this south side nook
~ will consccato it," said to myself, {" to
those dear friends aud happy hours ! ran to
I the CID garden, now mostly grown up with
weeds, where the roses still bloomed under the
mulberry, an the lilacs tangled their tops
among the cherry blossoms Soon n vigorous
rose-root was selected and. planted by the old
door stone, where, with care and watching and
watering, though rather late in the season for
transplanting in Ohio il soon took root, and
grew well. Upward, through the days aud
weeks, it grew. The door-stone protected lis
roots from frost and shielded il from the fierce
winds. while at noon the sun warmed its roots
into vigorous life. | watched, | watered, |
trained it.. 1t shot up one long, graceful wand,
and the warm days were ended it reached
the second-story window. What marvel II
was
The autumn came. Tho naples put on their
crimson and gold, and arruyed themselves regal
y for the tomb. The robins, the cat-birds, the
thrusbes, with their predatory friend, the wood
pecker, had raised their families, sung their
song of farewell, and gone south to spend the
winter. The spro-npple had done good service
at home, while its neighbOrS, the pppins nnd
pearmains greenings and russe is, had gone with
the farmer boys "Aoating down the river on
the Ohio" in Aatboats to seek their fortunes in
the sunny South. The old cider mill crcdkrd
tie death groans Of the common folks of the
orchard Everything was fading, dying, going
to sleep for "A winter recruit, that they might
come forth in the spring time with renewed
beauty and strength, my rose bush among the
rest.
The winter months flew by on silvery feet,
for what with the country meetings and sing.
ng-schools and sewing bees and quilungs, und
no and then merry dance, and the country
school, and the housework there was 10 time
for ennui, and we never dreamed OF discomfort.
Spring came, and amid the out-springing Of fresh
life my rose tree put forth its many shoots
Carefully pruning away all but two or three of
the most ,gorous, and caring for it well, it
grew grandly and in May the long, waving
of last year put forth its bloom two weeks be-
fore any other in the garden. 1t was full of
splendid ilowers--one long wreath of beauty
So grand was 1t, that even my father, who was
so strongly utiItarian that he coull barely toll
crate flowers paused as he passed, and as his
keen eye ran admiringy from root 10 apex, cx
claimed. 1t beats al--how handsome it is y
How proud wOs There was flower for
every tavorie in my little circle. In my nina
named them all, and as each one wilhered
and fell, | felt sadly and thought Of the time
when some of us should leave vacant places in
the choir, in the eevenng play, or the classroom.
When the last one sent its delicious fragrance
into my window in the early days of June, | !
watched it with mothers care, noted every
change, ana mourned its dying. How often
had sung Moore's beautiful poem, "'rhe Lost
Rose Of Summer Now his words seemed
harsh. and the spirit Of the song at variance
with the highest humanity. TO suit myself
better, penned the following:
'Fis the last of simmer that hangs on my tree
The last of the loved ones that blossoms for me;
Oh.l.l rob it not yet of its beauty aud bloom.
For too soon it will wither and sink 10 its tomb
will not touch it trudely-I love il too WELL
Let 1t wave to ana fro to the zephyr's soft swc
For the memory of pleasures that could not we last
Is cnshrncdin each petal to tell Of to past.
will wreathe round it kindly the leaves of the stem
That the winds may not wither too roughly my gem;
Its petals II watch till they wither and drOoy.
And when they are fallen, I'll gather thsm up.
May the fate of the ro sc be an emblem of mine;
Should the flowers of affection thar round me now
twine,
The bright buds of Friendship be rlnckcd one hy one
I'LL the last OF the loved ones is faded and gone,
Oh! then may the world view with pity my fate
And not deepen the sorrow it may not nbate;
But with kindness and gCntleness lessen my woes
Till calmly aud quietly fall like nay rose.
The next year my rose rea ched the caves over
the SecOnd-stOry window. The young branches
had gained the altitude of the parent stem, aud,
stretching across the door, wgedthcd the whole
wall in verdure and beauty. But ere the leaves
fell again sorrow was in all our hearts. ma
lignant disease swept down the valley Of the
Ohio, aud young AMI Old rich and poor, beauty
and delormity fell victims TO its insatia,e wrath.
One, two, three Of the brightest aud best of
Friendships circle slept beneath the cedars on
the plain, ere its bright leaves slept among kin
dred dust.
Years passed My rosc-trce grew, and was
every year thing Of wonder and ever it called
back with magic power the forms of loved ones,
whose memories were more sacred since The
spirit made its home heaven.
There came change. One chill, winrry eve,
when the moon looked gli,telingly upon bare
branches, or dead leaves rustiing, a stranger
came who won me from the paths of childhood
aud youth from the Old door.stone from father
and motler, brother aud sisters from my rose.
tree and fancied its long, bare stems swayed
to and fro, and sung sad requiens
against the window, while babe al. those lad
loved so long, larewell.
Does man appreciate young girls trusting
love? Does he know and feel what a scvering
of life cords there is in her heart and oil lor
him? Does he realize the sacrifice when she
gives mp home, family friends, freedom, all, for
n resting place on his heart, and begins new
life A? No, no, no, or he would never be Jealous,
as he too often is, Of the natural tears she must
LEI tall nor joke her with seeming Indifference
: What weeping sick of your bargain SO soonl"
Oh! man, if thou hast won "a young girls
love, if thou hast drawn her from the arms of
mother