Monmouth weekly herald. [volume] (Freehold, N.J.) 1854-1860, 1859-02-10

Moth sizes.

Both Sizes.
A man in his carriage was riding along,
gayIy dressed wife by his side;
In satin and accs she looked like the queen,
And he like king in his price.
ood-sawyer stood on the street as they pass e
The carriage and couple lie eyed
And said as he worked with his saw on log.
81 wish was rich and could ride.''
The man in tn, carriage remarked to his wife,
Zone thing would give If I could
III give my wealth for the strength and the health
OF the aan who sawed the wood
A pretty young maid, with bundle of wsrk
Whose face, as the morning, was fair,
When tripping along with smile of delight,
While humming love breathing al.
She looked on the carriage the l4dy she saw,
Arrayed in apparel SO fine
And said 10 whisper, e wish from my heart
Those satins, and aces were mine"
The lady looked ont on the maid with her work,
So fair in her calico dress,
And said, I'll rcnquish position and wealth,
Her beauty and health to possess.
Thus il is in the world whatever our lot,
Our minds and time we employ
In longing and signing for what VIC have not,
Ungrateful for what We enjoy.
Wewelcome with pleasure for which VIC have sight
The heart has void in it still,
Growing dee er and wider the longer VIC live,
That nothing but heaven can fill.
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From the Mount Holly Herald.
Frost Scenes.
BIT RUTHELLA SCHULTZ
The frost-work on my window
Ills beautiful, It's bright;
1t makes me think of Edcn's bowers.
So pure it is. and light.
And me thinks that in the frost work
On the window panes, SEQ
picture of my future life
Ny future icstiny.
On he lower panes are lovely fields
Fruits and flowers most rare;
In these the Past plainly see,
For childhoods joys are there.
III pass them blythe lower panes--
Though beautiful they are;
And tell ye of the next above.
More beautiful by far
Adown gently rising i,ill
see streamict flow,
And all along the enc aid banks
The fairest flowers do grow
This tells me of early woHlanbood,
Aye, of the present time
- And allthe beauteous things sec,
Aie brightest hopes of nise
Breathe Oh the fiost-Hork--it will fade
AS wilt these hopes of mine;
The lovely flowers are borne away
Upon the stream Of time.
The paness above are beautiful,
Fewhowers are blooming there,
BIT trees seem bending meath the weight
Oh lucious fruits they bear.
The Day King rises, and his rays
Have ripened all the fruit
The golden peach may not be plucked-
The birds are ever mute
What do they tell--tbo glded paues
lumined by the sun I?
List We they tell Of middle life,
And wealth and glory won.
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gaze upon them eagerly,
These panes so bright and fair
Though wealth, and fame, and gcry be,
Will happiness be there
I'll search for her amouo the trees-
Her FORM so fair and bright,
Greets mine moment; now the whole
Has vanished from my sight.
UpoE the panes above. | see
Dark rocks and caverns deep;
Down the steep rocks and DER the plains
deep, dark stream doth sweep.
Great desert plains and barren fields
Are on THIS De the stream,
While all beyond the fields a d hills
So bright and pleasant seem.
In desert plains and rivers deep,
Old Age and Death see;
Oh, when reach the stream Of Death,
viii God my helper be?
The frost work cannot tell me this
My God my Judge shall-be--
But this know; if Him serve,
My Saviour will serve me-
Cranberry j., 1859.
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