The Alleghanian. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1859-1865, 1859-11-10
Reductions.

Seated beneath the wide-spreading bran
ches Of a stately elm, with the summer
sky stretched out above me, with Its broad
expansc of cloudless blue, find my mind
wandering over the objects which surround
me.
Before me stretches, in undisturbed re-
pose, a beautiful sheet Of water. Not
single wave nor ripple mars its placid bo-
som. \ thousand gems seem sparkling in
the bright rays Of the sun; its bright mir
rorcd surface looks as if no treacherous
storms had ever disturbed its quietude.
But, reader, have you never stood and
gaZed upon such a scene? And, while
you have stood admirin@ its placid surface,
and wondered how such a beautiful sight
could ever boil and rage in tumultuous
fury! And yet even in your moments of
reflection, you have noted the coming
storm and, ere you have had time to seek
shelter, have witnessed the object of your
contemplation slowly heave under the eff
fects Of the wind, and, as it approaches,
high waves pile one upon the other, and
the white beaten foam surges and beats
over the spot where a few moments before
you had stood in such imaginary security.
So it is with life. To-day all calm and
Serene-to-morrow, tempest-tossed, you are
bUffeted upon the rocks, and washed over
by the breakers they are repelled from
the shore. All. weary heart, what would
you do in this world if you stood alone
if there was no loving heart to share your
burdens; no kindly hand to pilot you
when your nerves grew weak no tender
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| loving smile to greet you after the hard
days labor and toll no soft hand, with
| its delicate touch, to cool your aching
brow. Father, we thank Thee for such
an helpmeet as gentle woman, for the love
of kindred hearts. Love her, cherish her;
love well. We would not rob thee of the
| dearest, noblest, feelings of the soul. We
would not tear from thee that which the
great Master has implanted within thee
as one of the brightest graces of human
! ity. We would not pluck from thy grasp
the great purifier of the soul. We would
not sever the bright FURNISHED link that
unites fallen nature with the Redeemer,
with angels, and with God. LoCe, the
watchword Of Heavens court the banner
under whose graceful folds they stand firm
and united; the theme that sweils their
hearts into praise and thanksgiving, and
tunes their melodions voices into softer,
sWeeter strains, as they strike their golden
harps in one grand, full anthem of praise,
that echoes aud reverberates throughout
that great city and paradise of God.
| Love, love well, but only once,
For never shall the dream
OF youthful hopes return again
On life's dark rolling stream"
Cherish the feeling. 1t will be thy
light in many an hour Of darkness; thine
anchor in many troubled sea. 1t will
strew thy path with many fond remem-
brances, many pleasing agitations; and,
at last, when earth's little dream is over,
and thy soul is about quitting its clayey
tabernacle, it will soar upward to the great
God who gave it birth, there to flow forth
with a love more ardent, unalloyed by the
dross Of mortality.
''Mark well the lessonl Woman'S faith and
truth
Smoothcs tho rough pathway of impotuou;
youth;