Cedar Falls gazette. [volume] (Cedar Falls, Iowa) 1860-1895, 1861-11-15

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treat.
Personal. DAVENPORT, of Company X,
Third Regiment, wounded in the wrist at
the battle of Blue Mills, returned home last
week, having received his discharge from
service on account Of his wound. The
wound is healing slowly, but will leave the
wrist in stifened condition. ''os. -"a.0 s.fr
CHARLEY BGuNLER, Of the same compa.
ny and regiment, arrived home on Monday
evening last. CHARLEY is just recovering
from serious fit of sickness, and looks very
pale and weak. He will not return before
the first of December. eJ 'g-aT sa, 3. aaa s,rs
Ladies' Aid Socisy.-We publish this
week the Appeal to the Women Of Iowa"
Of the Army Sanitary Commission Of this
State. We trust that the ladies of this place
will adopt some method for doing what they
can for the, RELIEF of our sick and wounded
soldiers. Our own idea is that Society en-
bracing the patriotic ladies Of the community
would be the most effectual. Some seem to
think that it will occasion less inconvenience
and accomplish as much good if the various
religious societies Of the place will separately
form Ladies' Aid Societies and give their at
tention to the work. 1tinakes but little diff.
erence how the, work is done. whether by
societiesAin connection with church organ-
zations, or by the formation of ageneral as
sociation $50 that the ladies Of this commu-
nifty DO what is plainly, their duty to 90, is
all we have to urge. - The responsibility of
the natter rests with the ladies', an,l they oc-
cupy too high position in Our estimat On to
admit Of any apprehension on our part that
they will not do their utmost in this good
work for country and humanity entrusted to
their cares~ ~.~,
s{ndsan Sunaraer. = Bright and joyous days
are these of Indian Summer The year is
growing scar and old, and the languid, tran
quill smiles it gives in its departing, weds it
to our hearts, and we inscribe its name in
our book of memories. Already we have
seen the falling snow-Aakes, felt the cold
breath Of the winter king, and seen the first
links of his icy letters; therefore Indian
Summer in its coming finds more hearty
welcome-its smiles seem the brighter-its
breezes the softer-its beauties the more
beautiful. 1t is the melancholy season of
the year. 1t brings to mind the time when
we, like the year, shall be growing old
when the companions of our youth shall be
fading, and one by one dropping silently into
the grave; when the wild flowers of our
heart shall be withered and dead; when we,
amid the storms of life, shall go hence, with
none but the winds of heaven to sigh our
requiem. 1t calls to mind, too, many dear
friends and high hopes of other days, that, like
the leaves of Autumn, were touched by the
frosts of life and faded and fell. At every
turn our Imagination views some picture Of
the past OF, some vision of the future, in the
well-stored pages of Natures own book.
g. love thee Autumn, for thy scenery. ere
The blasts Of winter chase the varied dyes
That richly deck the slow declining year; saaE
love the splend0r Of thy sunset Skies Ill .eaa.-
The gorgeous hues that tinge each falling leaf,
Lovely as beauty's cheek womans love too brief:
love the the note of each wild bird that flies
As on the wind he pours his parting lay,
And wings his lettering flight to summer clmes away
80. Nature |! still fondly turn to thee, m.7r
With feelings fresh as eer my chiIdhood's were -
Though wild and passion tossd my youth may be-
Toward thee still the same devotion bear;
TO thee-to taee--though health and hope no more
Lies wasted yerdure may to me restore .. .~
still can chldlike, come as when In prayer
l how'd my head upon mothers knee
And deemd the world like her. ali truth and purity"
Erery man should h0re Sloan's Ointment,