Delaware gazette. [volume] (Delaware, Ohio) 1855-1886, 1860-10-26
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bss CLYDE PAPERs. NO. m.
l. The Baehelor's PortAoho.k q
AND How WE CAME TO POSSESS n. 3
sing Sc melancholy days, the saddest of the
year" Dark, heavy clouds are drifting over
the sky,-making me think Of weary, restless
spirits, seeking rest, but finding it not the
| winds blow bleak, and chill, as they rustic and
scatter the faded leaves about, which all day
have been falling-so reluctantly too-from
the boughs o'erhead no wonder-poor things
they are so 10th to leave the grand, old trees,
I'wbere all the summer long they waved and
| fluttered, and tossed SO merily now basking
| in the warm sunshine now bathed and re-
| freshed by soft musical showers; again zglis-
tening with dew, and kissed by the zephyrs-
and now to lie down on the cold, damp bosom
Of the ground, and disappear forever. All,
| we'll e5 S ss Esd 81
Leaves have their time to fall, and the how-
ers to wither at the north wind 3 breath,
| And thou hast all seasons for thine own. oh,
Death - ess@' a'sz n
And soon-tool soon-the roses will grow
pale in our paths. and the glory fade from our
summer skies, and we shall lie down in the
| bosom of the cold earth, and sleep to wake no
more on earth forever. Well, the day Is about
as dreary one as any poor mortal afflicted
with the :" blues ito be in perfect harmony
with his feelings-could wish. But if you
could, dear reader; but look into our cosy little
sitting room, and view the happy group there
assembled around the warm fre-side, you would
1 Il: AZ ,oL 4.
NAL things as ssmelaucholy days." and the
"blues never troubled their glad hearts
Nellie" !" Minnie and /, while drifting
about with wind and tide, have again clasped
hands, and we are resting nogy,sand IS, ~
! Talking of the time so sweet, 81 sIftV Is
ssa Fer ehilahootiss bloom andsit roses died.
We are changed somewhat, as regards per-
sonal appearance, for Old Father Time. SO care
worn, wrinkled, and bald, is savagcly jealous Of
the bloom and beautyof youth, and steals it.
away, as assuhsparingly and reIentlessly as, the
ehiif fosts of Autumn steal the bloom and
sweet breath ofthe Summer flowers And he
tries hard too--thes cruel old fellew-=to rob
our hearts of their freshness, warmth and fra
GRANGE, but does not always succeed thank
God-and the hearts now throbbing in eur boz
19fiio AtC oS HScti
as we could expect them to be now, bearing
the burden of riper years. ess s 4
What sweet, but sad hours we spend togeth-
er trying to live over again, the beautiful past
Sometimes we sing the dear old lays, SO often
sung in happier days, til our eyes are filled
with sad tears, and we can sing no longer
| Again, we Gull flowers, and wreath them into
! each others hair, but only to Sigh as we think
4 of the fair star-eyed blossoms we were wont
/ to gather from mead and hin ard shady dell,
4 where we viii roam no more as we roamed
/ chen. And then what delightful ramblcs We
have had out in the g dim woods olden,' many
a day this fair, sweet summer.
4 Tripping DER the carpet of soft grass seen
ting the breath of the flowers and drinking
in large draughts of COOL fragrant air, the mu-
sic of the birds; and although Summer has
folded her hands so still on her peaceful breast
and laid her down to sleep with all her radiens
Joys clustering closely about her, and il is Ear
into the Autumn now, STILL we love to roam
there. ss.'4 r@5
Not many days since we wandered there
from noon, till still and starry eve let down her
sable curtain. ~ a1f-sl{sv -
/, It,,was one of those 3 slceet dsys' about
which BENZ. F Taylor, tiiscourscs so swectly
i One of those days that seem to be Waiting
as the Professor in the Atlantic Monthly says
4 for tie sharp shrunken months to come, witt
white robes for the Summers burial. A day
when the sky, the hills groves and valleys wear
that patient, resigned look we sometimes ses
on the faces of those who are burdened will
d some great sorrow, vet bearing it silently, re
pining not, striving--oh, so hard, to learn
, How sublime a thing it is
To suffer, and grow strong. -,
. Or like the suffering, yet sweet patient lool
we so often see on the face of the eonsuEptive
7 who is well aware that the full. rich crimson
tide of health, will never again go bounding
along his VEINS and having finished his worl
on earth, looks up to heaven whispering Fa
7 ther, thy will be done Z" and patiently await
: the summons bidding him go down to the darl
!, valley. With such a day around us and abov'
: us. day we all must love for its quiet, mourn
: full beauty-how pleasant was our walk in th'
shadow OF the woods. What a rich carpe
was spread out for our feet, through all thos
shady aises How mellow the air blowing al
about us throwing down myriads OF gayl.
S painted leaves, which fell in our path like-a
t we satellites beautiful joys and shining treas
r ores which often strew our way, but asfraif an,
r perighing too, as the leaves. 3 {. sa1 'ae'ii
j, When we reached the banks Of a singin,
. stream, we heaped the bright leaves into cush
e ions, as gay, and as soft and luxurious, as eve
e bore the form of some grand cid Turkish Sui
: tan, in his gorgeoui palace, far DER the seq
J, and there we sat and listened to the mournfu
! sighing of the breeze, and the music of th
; waters blending with Nellie's sweet voice VIII
v had taken from her pocket a volume of Bry
it ants Poems, and was reading his Thanatops
l. aloud. ..,fs 80 zz.
n Presently folded sheet of .scribbled pape
n dropped from the book and fell at Nellie's fee
e She picked it up, examined it, exclaiming
n +" This is yours, Kittie; some verses it seen
p-1 you have written in some Of your rambles
1T these grand old woods;' allow me TO rea
st them aloud for the benefit of those for whol
m they were intended refer to the trees, tt
n- birds, brooks and breezes etc, goodly cor
n pany are they not?p 1 nodded my approv
or and consent, and Nellie read these lines:
r I~ 1s-3 80 THE WOODS. "
These grand old woods bns
t5. Are eloquent, -s...-..se 4
With beauty and with bliss,
~ 73a never stray along their paths,
= And feel the soft winds kiss, !. = -
ID Fall tenderiy upon my brow,
er Or scent the fragrant air,
81. But deep within my soul shrine,
on aai holier feeling there.
~ at.s, love to hear the wild bird sing.
er. Amid these arches slim si .
ht And listen to the streamlets chant
Il ss.f Their low and tender hymn 8ss,Fs
~. - For oh such music thrills my soul,