The weekly Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1854-1861, 1861-04-10
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Echoes.

Mr. H Flow sauntered listIessly about in
his garden walks the long sumdier twilight
was drawing to close, and the young moon
had hung her silvery bow in The east. The
hour was beautiful, and the place in which
be walked one to delight the heart. But
seeing, he saw not, and hearing, he heard
not, Tor his mind was with his ledger and
tangled business sffIirs.
Mr.. Harlow did business in Boston, and
resided in one of the adjoining suburban
towns. He had recently purchased pref.
ty little place, and his fa amily rejoiced in the
exchange from a narrow city street TO the
lovely gardens surrounding their new home.
At the foot of the garden was little
woody dell, which had been purposel5 let
in its natural state. A brook eaped musi-
cally down i rocky bed, and then taking q
sudden turn, wound placidIy through green
meadow. Here the FIVE children of Mr..
Harlow were playing, and their shouts OF
glee rung out upon the evening air.
'Popa, papa J. cried Sturdy little Harry;
appearing at the top Of the bank, 'come and
hear our echo. Ellen says it is the sweetest
echo she ever heard we have called TO il
again and again, and it answers back just
what we sny.'
Mr.. Harlow followed his son mechanical
ly, but when he stood in the midst of the
laughing group Of children, he came out o
his troubled reverie. ,r.1....a
'Oh, father we have found an echo = they
all cried together. 'Hark-it shall call ia
ther,' said Susan. Father . aad the echo
answered 'Father!' ,-...
isn't it pleasant q said Ellen; the eldest
q thoughtful girl Of twelve years. 'If VI
stand in tha spot, the echo speaks just once
clearly and distinctly; but little to tn
right or left ii is repeated two or three times
Il always like 10 hear an echo. said tn
fl,her with smile.
G Halo, old echo ! shouted Harry, jumpin
up and dqwa, and the responses made hit
shout and laugh again. sr-a* s'
7 where do you live = called Nelson
Sweet echo sweet echo = cried Susai
and the woodland.spri,e grew quite wild
= answering their merry calls. WI
'What is it, papa 2 asked Eddie, a thr'
d year old pet, as he clung timidly TO bis
J. ther's side, 'who is it that speaks!' sf
Ttis the nymphs of the stream, orstl
goddess Of these woods said Nelson, wi
patronizlng air, for he had been readir
mythology: 3R .qE So IS a4{
Don't you beiairsid. Eddie said Ellie
kindly taking her little brothers. hand
Is only the sound Of our own vo ices Comir
back TO US. s.,s.,a. .aaasat4 ,H aea t.,.
| 'f'he dew is falling, let US 60 into 4
house, said the father, and he turned fro
: 1.-the place, followed BY big children. Eli
Y walked BY his side. Father, the, echo !
minds me OF something Tread the other do
lIt was piece about moral eehoes---it is 8,
= that IL we speak kindly. aldiost always
should hear the echo in q Kind reply /; 9
everything we do OF say swakens echoes
our own hearts, and the hearts Of those aba
Its.' eh bfHa aigaf'A ..1ta ''97Aabs ".
.very true, dear Ellen you are quite
moralist.' 81 S54.s II al aaaaa asa-.-vs. (
In the society of his family, the shade
: we're charmed from Mr.. Harlow's brow,
Il when 10 Icy upon his pillow, busy, atrOub
Z ithoughts fbanished sleep. He had ,be
Specializing somewhat, aside from big rel
lar business, and was consequently harr
sgd with toe much care. As the day day
q Cd, he sank into ! fitfnl slomber which g
= no refreshment 70 his wearied mind
!. body. n eraasasgel
: A. cheerful group gathered around
p break kfast abIe--fve smiling, happy id
]. dren and their gentle mother q: 4 Bot ,hs