Bradford reporter. [volume] (Towanda, Pa.) 1844-1884, 1861-01-03
THE OLD MANs DEATH.
cH11,p,s FIRST SIGHT OF SORROW.

Chance is the order Of nature the old
Doc Woy for the new over the periShed
.,n,b Of last year brighten the blossoms OF
.Iis What changes are to be counted, even
."'' r+,Io poiseleSs life like mine How many
.,as ~" have crown greer how many, lately
go and strong in hope and courage, are
;:.I,.Tin,, :J,5i and fainti1g how many hands that
naocbsd eagerly for the roses are drawn back
TaeJinc and full of thornS and, Saddest oi
W Go,y many hearts are broken remem-
I, I,. ,rbop had no sad memory, when l hrSt
,.aaa room in my bosom for the conscious
ness Of death. ,
W. have gained the world 5 cold WISDOM now,
We have learned to pause and lear
pt ,ybpre are the living fOGntS whose now
Was JOY of heart to near
ror,.nber the twilight as though 1t were
-.,torlav-prpv. and dim, and cold, for 1t
I,,o in October, when the shadow first
o,r,e over nv heart, the no subsequent sun
! Shine has ever swept entirely away. FROM
d ,ho window of our cottage home. Streamed
column of light. in which sat StrlngIng the red
81 berries of the brer rose.
had heard OF death, but regarded it only
With that vague apprehension which | felt for
-Ip demons and witches that gather poison
I herbs under the new moon, IN fairy forests,
-. strapaIe harmless travellers with wauds Of
,,a willow or with vines of the wild grape
.igy | did not much like to think about
ten, and yet felt safe from their influence.
There might be people, somewhere, that
would die some time didn't know, but 1t
would not be myself, or any one / Knew
Tbry were so well aud so strong, so full OF
,yous homes. how could their teet fafter, and
their smiles grow dim, and their fajntus hands
law away their work, and fold themselves
4 together No, not was not a thing 10 be
believed.
Difis of sunshine from that seoSan OF bliss
EI ignorance often come back. as lightly
As the winds OF the May time dow,
And lit mp the shadows Brightly
As the d4aadI. hts tie >aOW-.
Y the shadows that have gathered with the
ii year, 1t is pleasant to have them thus swept
Il cT-lo and myself II child agan-the crown
Of nile pail and sorrow that presses heavily
LIN uuteIt, and the graves that lie lonesome
Hlps my way. covered up with tiowtrs-to
r- cr mothers dark locks fall mpoa my cheek
a,,ic lcahcas me the. l,seon or the prayer-to
see nv father, now sorrowful old man whose
.s has thinned anA whiJcncd almost TO the
4 bio Of three score years and ten, fresh and
Ft0rous. strong for the race-and TO see my.
e.f little child, happy with new hat aud a
pnk ribbon, or even with the string Of 6rlar
mis that called coral NJw | tie it about
nv neck, and now around my forehead, and
II p1E TWIST II among my hair, as | have some
where read great ladies do their pearls. The
viu!> are blowing lie last yellow leaves from
the CHERRY tree know not why, but it makes
me sad | draw closer to the hgh' OF the win
dow and slyly peep within-all is quiet and
cheerful the logs on the hearth are aOIaze !;
nv father is Hendng a brdlc-reIn, which
"Trayeiar." the tavorite riding horse, 6napt
in Two Yesterday, whcH frightened at the eie-
raaut that covered with great whith CLOTH
weut to be exhibited at the coming show
my mother is heuming a rufle, perhaps for IRE
to wear to school next quarter-my brother
Il i, reading in a newspaper, know not what,
Int see, on one side, the picture OF bear ::
ii Let me Iisten--and hatieniUg my cheek against
lie pane, catch his words distinctly, for he
'sls loud and very clearly-it is an lDproba
he story of wild man who has recently been
dsco7ercd in the woods of some far-away island
lie seems 10 have been there long time for
bis mills are grown like claws, and his hair IN
rough aud mattel strings, hangs to his knees;
he makes noise like something between the
howl Of beast aud human cry, and, when
pursued runs with a MIN leheSS and swlftneSS
mat halHs the pursners, though mounted on
Inc heeteSt of steeds, urged through brake and
oaSh TO their utmost speed. When trst seen,
ae was sitting on the ground and cracking nuts
with his teeth; his arms are corded with Slnews
That make it probable his strength IS sufficient
70 SlFange dozen men and yet on seeing
nlman beings, lie runs into the thick woods
lifting such hideouS scream, the while, as
uaSe his dlScOvererS clasp their hands to their
ears. 1t is suggested that this is not solitary
'na"dual, become wild by isolation, but that
Z race exists. many Of which are perhaps lar
str and OF more terrible aspects but whether
n 'ney have any intelligivle language, and
"aelher they live in caverns of rocks or 10
uuhkS OF haiiow trees, remains for discovery
V some future and more daring explorers.
II Ny brother puts down the paper aud looks
S' the picture Of the bear. " | would not read
5lrn foolish stOreS," says my father, as he
a0.as the bride up to the light, to see that
neatly mended; my mother breaks the
.lread which gathers the ruffle; she is gentle
anu loVlng and does not like to hear even
IIIIp'ed repFoof, but she says nothing; little
larry who is playing on the floor, upSets his
,o,ovhnouse,and ,o', my father, clappng his hands
%geIher excIaims. This is the house that
paSk p nnllt u and adds patting Harry on the
m' nSau' Where is my little boy this is not he
5aS little carpenter; you must make your
%ousts stronger. little carpenter !" Bot Harry
insists @ that he is the veritable little Harry,
g sH' no carpenter, and hides his fearful ewes in
9 zap ot my mother, who assures him that he
~.ie ~uer own little boy, and soothes his childish
s's' oy onttonlnS on his neck the rufle she