Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1858-02-25
For the Chronicle.
A Scrap from Memory.

Il had q dream aad yet it was not ell q Dream
There is wild romantic beauty in early
autumns that has an enchantment which
make it the most delightful season Of the
year. And yet it is the most lonely The
iading foliage, the whitening flowers, and
the low moaning of the wind, as it sweeps
dismally by, are contributive to cast lonely
feeling o'er the soul, however blithe it may
be. At that season there is deep solitude
felt as we stroll through the old wild forest
which perhaps none realize save those who
have sorrow to weigh down the heart and
eclipse every thing that would be bright
Many times have l sought repose in It's
quiet shades, aud mingled my meanings
with the blast as it swept over the grand
old hills. For unto whom should we go for
Comfort, but nature, and natures God.
Friendships for me seem only to be form
ed to be broken; and all that ! ever loved
proved but blight to my soul. A heavy
weight has ever pressed down, like a burn
ing coal on my heart, and consumed every
happiness that would be een,ered there.-
Yet when mingl;ng with the gay and Joyous
momentary forgetfulness steals DER my
heart, bow completely happy have been,
until the reality comes like a. vivid flash and
CnjOyments seem but mockery.
Once when ] was musing on the useless
ness of my existence; fell into state Of
unconsciousness when though. a beautiful
damsel approached me, and with a mcst
ptying look, said "why seek'sty thou soll-
tade for thy companions, and why doest thy
heart cOmpl1in of the bitterness of thy lot!"
replied because | was alone and uncared
for. That me world to ne was nothing
ness, since all that ever loved proved but
curse to me, ana my life must be curse
TO Others Nay she replied think not So
God never created anything in vain. Thou
hast calling to fulfill. Arouse be uo.and
doing; and look thou at the reward of those
who have tiled ;heir destiny. See! that
beautiful plain and the happy beings with
which it is peoPied. Be thou conten,ed
and fuiill the calling for which thou vast
created and at The end of thy pilgrimage
will conduct thee thither At her bidding
turned my eyes in the direction she pointed
and there indeed was scene, that had
the tongue OF al angel, | should fail in the
description OF il. Far away until sight was
lost, in the distance was a beautiful plain
Of dczzing brightness There were flowers,
shrubs trees and silvery fountains. Such as
mortals can have no conception of. And
in the midst of which was grea, city, but
kits briliancy and magnifiicence panied. my
Eyes So that could not discern its form
turned my eyes to the fountains in which
myriads seemed to DIP thcir wlngs. agG with
songs OF !ouG ho'eluiahs to the Redeamcr
| OF man who was slain for our 70 rs gres sion.
they wou!d CONE quite close to re and beck
On me to join them, observed too tha,
there was only one way by which the plain
could be entered, and that n continual thronu
were passing in amid the songs of the Nigh
| ty throng Iot the plain. ] saw also that
some seemed to be the bearers Of Glad
tidings, for Immediately on their entrance
all the host If that vast plain, would burst
/ forth IN strsins OF music 50 me!Udious, ard
enchanting that feeling Of awe came over
me turned to ask tae dGmscl. the meaning
I of all OF these things, when | beheid her
flying TO join those o: the plain. made
an effort 10 start after her; whea awoke,
and ii was dream. Yet ii made a deep
impression on Iy mind. and gave me 'resh
courage to encounter les battle know ing
that in the end there is 4 rest for those who
fulfill their destiny. HAsrr.
BELMONT, o. Feb. 1858.