The weekly Lancaster gazette. (Lancaster, Ohio) 1860-1863, 1860-11-15

Remebcr.

A pair Of blue eyes-long sunny brown
curls, and lips that would make you think
Of ripe cherries, as much as those cheeks
would ofros s.
l remember a pair Of dinped aims and
shoulders. little straw hat wrealhed with
wild fowers-and crimson frock trim.
med with white lace--a pair Of red mo.
Iocco shoes. and white pinafore.
l remember little brown cottage,
among the maplee wherea laughing. .bub.
bling, stream wandered BY. and the birds
sang all day long the steep hin at the
right, the garden with its wealth or"mar-
igolds" "touch menots" aud "evening.
beauties" the porch festooneI with NOR.
ming, ,glories," the graveled path border
ed with pinks leading 10 the gate, the old
well with its iron-bound bucket and un-
wieldy sweep and moss lined curb, and
grey curb stones, and he maltin box and
the white curtains at the parlor window.
l remember blue skies, and downy
clouds, decked with crimson, and starry
nights VIXEN TIE moon, slione, and winter
nights when the snow lay or the ground,
when there was Ginning of bells, anG
peals Of laughter. remember snatches
of rhymes and pattering Of little feet, and
the noise of playful chattering to dolls,
and the chime Of broken dishes and GER
tain performances Of jews.harps.
remember a great deal more than all
this. remember day when toys and
dolls were gathered up and put away by
careful hands--whcn the little worn red
shoes and crimson frock, and white pima.
fore were laid away almost sacredly in an
unused drawer up stairs: when there was
no laughter; no patlerirg Of footsteps
When the crib was showed back against
the wall, and the little empty chair was
put back in distant cornel. | remem-
Der; tears and means, and little calm,
dead face in coffin!
Dead did say dead? No, no, Mat can.
not be; you are living in my heart, in my
memory, darling; living where no eickness
or pain can come, no death destroy. In
HeaUen thank Goo!
There is little grave out among the
naples; there are many such little graves
there are very many broken hearts, we'll
it is there is one who can heal them.
There are many vacant cribs, and EN-.
PITY chairs, aud Gesolate homss. What
should we do if lie had not sail:
"Suler little children 10 come unto me
Let me see the little crib. and chair, and
crimson dress and the red shoes aud the
white plnatore: don't hide them away
Strcw the play things that she loved, the
bits of broken china, and jews-harps, and
dolls. and paper dresses, all around. l
may shed tears over them but they II not
be bitter ones. The prints of Ii lie fin.
gers upon the furniture, don't erase them;
the marks of little footsteps here and
there, don't cll'ace them, the little hat
with ieded flowers twisted around it, let
it hang where her little hands put it; that
won't grieve me now; don't turn up the
dog cared leaves Of her little, soiled prim-
Ell. her fingers made them SO. Put plate
at the table where she used to sit, and
her high chair in its place; it will seem
more as if she was at play, or running in
the garden, not as if we had shut her out;
not as il she were deadl
remember, ave. and who does not re.
member? who is there on the wide earth
who has not sacred memory hid away
from the prylng eyes of the world? some
recollection hetween which and mann
mons worshippers veiliS forever drawn.
Who could quite forge; if he would? aye
who would quite forget if he could?-
World ue Lire In.