Democrat and sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1853-1866, 1861-08-14
CHAPTERIII.-THE wANDERER.


'I've wandered in many ciime where
Flowers in beauty grew,
Where all was blissful to the heart,
And lovely to the view.
I've seen them in their twilight pride
And in their dress of morn
But none appeared so sweet to me
As the spot where | was bOrn.'
Herbert Greyoon was still wanderer on the
broad face OF the earth. He had visited the cities
of Italy in all their pride and loveliness. Italy
the land of the poets song, and the artists dream
Italy, where the greatest philosophers, orators
statesmen, artists and poets the world ever saw,
have lived and died. Rome, in all its classic
beauty, whose heart does not beat with pleasure
at the thought of visiting its gigantic works of
art but that privilege is not for all, and many
an humble person has lived and died without
consumating their dear, cherished hope, that
they might behold the land that they have so
often seen in their dreams, but never in reality.
..Florence on the Arno," how often beneath th Y
blue skies, at the twilight and the midnight hours,
ascends the prayers of some wanderer to the
great Father above for the loved ones far over
the seas.
'' Beautiful Venice, the bride of the sea.''
often on thy green banks the gondolier's song is
heard floating in sweet melody over thy rippling
waters.
/ once knew a beautiful Italian girl. She grew
up beneath the blue sunny skies of Venice love
ly was she to behold but misfOrtunes came, and
she, with her father, left the land of their
birth to seek their fortune in America. She
sang in the streets of New York, and as she
sang, sad smile lit up her counteance. Her
heart was far away, and the words she was sing
ing brought up pleasant but sad memories.
Beneath the cold skies of her new home she
dropped and died, and her broken hearted father
was left alone in the great city. He still plays
his favorite instrument to the crowds that COL
lect around him, aud he hardly heeds them
His thoughts arc with his native home that is
far away.
When the minstrel is sorrowful sad in his lay
You may smile on his song but his heart is away.
Amid all the pleasant scenes which he had
visited Herbert Greyson was not happy. He
sighed for his own country beyond the seas, and
many were the longing thoughts he sen: to the
dear ones far away Yes, he often thought oi
the orphan, for he truly loved Edith Templeton
although he, like her, did not know it unit
return and make Ler his bride and, amidst the
scenes where their young childhood play ed
spend the remainder of their days in happiness
But years of suffering must pass before that tim,
would come ; but he knows it not. And so h,
dreams on, bright dreams of the future, and o
the bliss that awaits him or his return.
| Herbert Greyson & profound scholar, a
great lover of nature. and much of his time. es
pecially when travelling, was spent in sketchins
pieces which the great Architect in his goodness
hal created. He was also an eminent writer
and many of the readers of this sketch would
| were to mention his MON de plume, recognize
| one whose writings are as familiar to them a
houss hold words. He had, while living with hi
father in seciuson, before he entered College
where he graduated with great honor, beer
taught many useful lessons. Daily he was tolC
| of lis angel mother, whose death he had som,
reccollectiOns of He was taught to lift hi
| thoughts heavenward that when he was sum
moned he might meet the dear one who hat
! gone before
Herbert true Christian. Often had h
soothcd the dying with hopeful words of pardon
and often had he taught the unbclievsr the wa,
10 Heaven. He was ever ready adminste
consolation to the afflicted, and many a one La,
thanked their Heavenly Father for giving then
! such friend
In arranging the affairs of his sisters late hus
band. Judge Greyson was called into Scotlant
! and there he met Mrs Dewv, who has before bee
mentioned t. the reader. She, with her brothe
was stopping at hotel in Edinburg. He wa
better and hopes of his recovery were entertained
One morning Mrs. Dewy ascending tn
staircase with refreshments for her brother, sh
met, suddenly, face to face, with the Judge.
! TCoNCIuDED NEXT WEEK