Randolph County journal. [volume] (Winchester, Randolph County, Ind.) 1855-1862, 1858-11-04
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and ever it called back with magic
power the forms Of loved -ones, whose
memories were more sacred since the
spirit made It's home in heaven
/ There came change One chill.
wimtry eve, when the moon looked
.litteringly upon bare branches, or
dead leaves rustling, a stranger came
4 who won me from the paths of child
hood and youth, from the old door
stone. from father and mother, broth
ers and sisters-from my rose-tree;
and / fancied its long. bare stems
swayel mournfully to and fro, and
sung sad requicms against the window,
while babe all those ] had loved so
long farewell.
i Docs man appreciate Young girls
trusting love? Does he know and feel
what a severing of lie cords there is
in her heart, and all for him? Does
he realize the sacrifice when she gives
mp home, family, friends, freedom, all,
for a resting place on his heart, and
begins new life? No. no, no, or he
, would never be jealous. as he too
often is, of the natural tears she must
let fall, nor joke her with seeming in
!, difference: "What, weeping! sick of
/ your bargain so soon!' "'
, OH man, If thou hast won young
, girls love, if thou hast drawn her from
the arms Of mother,
, "Hold to thy heart that only treasure fast;
Watch, guard, and cherish it-sufier not
breath
, To dim the bright gems purity"
] babe goodbye to all with stream
ing eyes. The loves Of the past were
strong, but the new love was stronger
than them all, and after a few years
, roses dearer than the old ones were
twining their tendrils round my heart,
and blooming on my bosom. Anoth-
er tree, too, climbed over my cottage
window, and gave its beauty to my
own home. was happy IN my new
loves, but the old were not forgotten,
: and often sought the old farm and
the familiar faces of my childhood.
: But there came time when a new
house, of stately proportions. had been
reared in front of the homestead. and
| porch must be thrown over the south
, door to shade it from the sun. and to
: Join the old and new together.
r i think / must cut down your rose
: tree" said my tender hearted brother,
a ..but' paused. 9s
"Oh. certainly" said i, with a
choking sensation in my throat, "it's
S only rosc-tree. and must not stand
: in the way of Improvements
&, caught up my babes, and retreated
: to the old chamber. How the past
: came thronging back! / tried to be
! calm, to force back the tears, to feel
a 'that it was only a -bush," and
] that it must not and ought not to take
1 the place Of better things. i looked
! at it as it now shaded the window, Sc
J full of richness and fragrance it was
b in the days Of its blossoming). AS !
looked, there came blow, then anoth-
+ er Its great branches groaned with
e agony; it was severed at the root; il
: was torn away, and the sun glared in
S upon me. Icould bear no more. The
v swelling fountains burst forth-1 wept
] convulsively, wept like a thoughtlcss
' child. Just then my mother entered
v the room, and seeing my fearful emo
: ton, she sprang to my side, and draw
ing my head to her breast, as she used
e to 10 in years long gone (dear, sainted
c mother, it brings the tears even now
f as / think of thy love- J. exclaimed
Fannie, child, what is the matter?''
q "Oh, mother!" | cried, "see, they
are tearing away my rose-trcc; they
are severing the last link that bound
me to homel The new house has GOV.
3 cred the old door-stone; the new yard
has spoiled the old circle; the old gate
!. is gone; the barrel-spring is dry; the
i alter of stones we once ereetcdstt
It Friendship on the hill is thrown down
my seat under the beech has beer
spoiled by the plow; the old walnut
u has gone into fre-wood; and now my
y rose-treel You will all forget me-"
a "My dear child.' sail she, sooth
ingly, rall these changes have beer
p made for the best. Every one has AL
If ded to our happiness and comfort
a This is weakness ir you. Do yol
love these inanimate things better thar
your friends? Come, dry your tears
d We are all here, and we shall not for
get you" Aiaa.g Gra
y 1--WE are all here". How her soft
E; kind voice calmed the turbulences o
y my passionate spirit! In an instant
e. looked up, and smiled through m,
le tears. Hers we're falling too, as Ian