Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1859-02-05
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For the Register.
"Silent memories are stirring in on
spirits now and from the dim shadow
aisies of the Past her magic wand recalls
endearing from lis treasures AN EVE, BY
memory ne'er forgot.
Some time agone we wandered on
obeying The dictates Of impulse, and viii
ling the distance with our thoughts til
We found ourselves on the banks Of hit
"Potomac, the beloved stream on whose
windlngs WE ONCE enjoyed flew wor'(
forgetting years" Tell US lille wavele
before We reached Us with your s~ee
gush OF melody, as We passed so softly
low meath The old "Cedar' did ye hell
to make the sweet sad music we ONCE
KNEW
Think you we were not happy ? wa:
it not relief 10 tread the painless woods
with heads unbared, following the bent o
every wayward caprice, to utter withou
effort the first ligh, thought that came
floating on the surface. TO be once
more emancipaled from those hear'less
sayings which are the current coin of So
cieiy, and throwing care to the winds and
if the winds reject i. 10 the waves. Bn'
10 our evening.
The half descended sun along the heav'
ems rolled, tipping with gnldenly sub
dued FIRE so gently did it talI, the many
domes OF your quaint old town, and then
in beauty grand sank TO rest. The All
was like breathing from purer world,
tie wind that all day long had walked such
weird music md the leaves, was nov
hushed TO stiffness, and far away in the
deem blue ether the small "esrlh keeping
birds" were seen floating wildly high ;
the cooling zephyrs from DER Tie stream
came, JUS, FRESHLY dsllying with the lIn'
pid waves. and bearing upon It's wings
the murmurs Of the sweelly gliding wa
ters. The lahoring herd upon the hill
side stood still. uncalled by the harsh and
SELF wILLED voice Of man. Silence crep,
Silly through the trees. and every gentle
zephyr was Gained 1t seemed as if ere
alton slept, A sweet delight stole Ger
our hearts strange and unaccountable
One moment glided on and many more
were numbered 'mong the things thai
were, and still in reverie deep we lin
gered, when lulling on the still air, low
note of music burs, forth, borne so raw
'ishingly soft upon the tide and then "dIed
melting in melody" 1--WE listening
cangh, the strain, did wonder and adj
mire," and with bres,hless expectation
waited for one more note Of that harmony
which stole with such reslslless wi,chery
TO our souls, AND 1T CAME, now near, now
distant, now high, now low. which pre-
sen,ly broke forth in a wild and thrilling
strain, slow yet sweelly clear, falling or
the ravished sense with thrilling ecslacy
and form the innermosl depths of oul
soul did we welcome il, for il was MUSIC
SWEET, MUSIC BEYOND CONCEPTION DEAR
Twas The soul inspiring strains OF "Crls
wells Cornet Band" the familiar nuSit
Of gore which has so often beguiled the
weary hour aud charmed the evil spirl
away. The magic was acting on us like
spell and we yielded ourselves irresis
iiby 10 its influence. Turning away We
wepi, tina, dreams SO passlngly beautiful
should fade away so soon. Such is TIT
power OF music over the heart OF mortal
~. We rose and left with our hesru
gushing DER with tenderness, and passing
by crowds congregated here and ,here,w'
marveled within ourselves that If they hat
but heard the wooing strains Of melody
which has been given to the sons am
daughters of men 10 remind them of TIT
angelic nature they have lost, would the,
have fe, as We, or PASSED it by heedlessl.
and learned no lesson Music TO US ha
been from chldhoods gladstone hour eve
source OF dear delight, for We found
in the ripping waves as they Fingered
playfully. and in the sweet sad whisper
, ings of the leaves, but It's vain TO writ
t thus, our pen shadows forth so made
, qnately what we are wont 10 tell to ihos
who have not felt as Veto these VIII
have II is needless TO say a word. Flo
, those who so sweetly blend harmon,
with the realities of life, and who hav
served 10 warm the melting heart, and +
chase dull care for the time being away
we write these lines, this tribute of graft
tnde is theirs. Our only wish is 10 kee
il as spell unbroken.
} Bss"ts e. M*s*ts.
! Sharpsburg, Nd, Feb. l, 1859.