Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1859-04-14

Won draw her close beside you, and with lcspe
rate courage whisper, My dear Julia" Was it
not 50, old man:
She-poor little thing !-unierstood what all
that meant, and pitied your embarrassment far
more than you dreamed Of. You draw her yet
closer TO your side-she turns her blushing face
towards you to reprove you; when, accidentally,
Of course, your lips meet, and her heal falls upon
your shoulder. Oh. what can purchase the memo-
~ of that hour, old man! Oh the beautiful
days, that came after that moonlight night. You
could throw aside your coat there, and go to work
with right good wi-,here was something
worth living for-some,hing worth toiling for!
Your hitherto dropping head was lifted above
the fog, into the warm bright sunlight of unuter-
able peace and satisfactiou-your step grew man.
ly, firm and unfaltering, as you mingled among
your fellow men.
The frown disappeared from your brow, the
expression of scorn forsook your lips; and, now
you can smile upon your fellow men, and speak
gentle words to even little children. How the
tones of Juia's voice, came down upon your
heart like the "PEAcE BE STILL" upon the waters
of Galhlec how your own voice fell into whis-
pers whenever she was by your side
"Oh then the longest summers day
Seemed too, much in haste: still the fr heart
Had not impaired half
Did you see fower3-you instantly plucked
it for Julia-your Julia for she was fond OF
flowers Did your eye fall upon pearly shell,
lying on the sandy beach you stopped to take
it from its resting place; took out your handker-
chief and cleansed it nicely put it carefully in
YOUR vest pocket until you could see Julia-she
lorsd shells. Don't you remember those days,
old mainland has not the fragrance of their
blesseduess foated out upon the stream of life,
and fingered about your old heart for To- these
many years?
Shade the dim eyes with the hand of memory,
and look away back to that sunny morning IN
June, when you stood by the altar with your beau
tiful bride. Now look upon your 'old woman"
sitting so quietly by the log 6re-take her tremu'
lous hand in yours-smooth back her silver locks,
and tell me if she is not Julia stll-yow Julia
Thank God for human love sacred, virtuous,
and faithful love!
Don't you remember the little cottage by the
river. side to which you took your Julia? The
furniture was very plain-there was no fine silver
plate upon the door-no carpets upon the floor
But, then the little garden was very pretty, and
the beautiful river was pleasant to the eye; and
what was better than af, love was in the little
cottage-peace was in the little co:tage-humble
trust in Him who feedeth the ravens was in the
little cottage; and it was very sweet to return
from your labor when the setting sun"made long
shadows in the field, and find Julia waiting for
you by the wicket gate. Perhaps your face and
hands grew red, then dark, beneath the mcrciless
rays of the meridian sun but you did not mind
that-she loved you all the better for that and
rested her soft cheek against your tanned face
just as affectionately as when the roses were
there.
There was an unusual sound in the cottage one
snowy day-"a well-spripg Of delight was in the
households baby's little voice came like plain
1--WE upou youi Soi e'NS
pressed tiny pillow beside your Julia, and its
mother.
What would you have taken for that little baby
old man what was it that made you 90 later to
work and return so much earlier to the cottage!
what was it that made you step so softly upon
the Aoor and glide 50 steaithily about the house
what was it, that made you laugh outright while
hard at work in the field, or burst into tears even
amid your songs: You were father'-that was
it.
That was o long time ago; and, since then'
your girls and boys have grown mp, married, and
settled down in life. venture to say that Juha
is as dear 70 your heart as ever; and though ber
once bright blue eyes are gro" ing dim, and the
frosts of age have fallen upon her once beautiful,
soft, brown hair, you can still call her ''dear
julia" and bless God for the sweet memory OF
your "Love, Courtship and Marriage"
The love- that throned her ever
The idol in your heart
The love, that gave you all the bliss
That heaven could ccr mpart-
The love, that gave you all OF life,
And made II sweet as heaven
Bnrns brighter, purer, even now
Than when II first was given