The Cass County Republican. [volume] (Dowagiac, Mich.) 18??-1880, 1863-10-22

You are coming back soon every
one says to the eager boy who is going
out from the quiet of his native village
to make his way in the great, busting
world beyond. On g Il
Oh, yes as soon as l have made
my fortune, is the laughing reply, and
the good byes are exchanged and the
coach rolls off, bearing more hope. and
happiness on its back seat than with
the same occupant it will ever bring
back again. goa -" y = 80
Coming back soon The little bow
knows that he may never come back
Something may come that will be tail
CT, and more graceful and attractive,
and call his parents father and mother
something that will look half sadly
and half CONTEMPORARY on the old
familiar place where his youth was
spent, but the boy-happy, eager,
hopeful and innocent-has gone for
ever.
Coming back Is this young lady,
ringletted and founced and gloved,
who plays the piano to a charm and
looks askance at kitchen, towel and
broom, the sun-browned good natured
little Maggie, who wore her curls flying
in the summer wind ? This young
lady's locks are pomatumed, scented,
carefully done up to the latest fashion.
Maggie wore blue bingham frock
which had always danced before his
vision as the most charming thing in
existence, but Miss Marguerite" al
ways dresses her dainty limbs in the
most expensive silks, and wears hoops
ofsuch circumference that he can only
stand and admire at respectful dis
lance. Sometimes as they sit side by
side he remembers the old times and
has wishes that they would come back
again; but his first glance at the com
posed face beside him annililates the
idea, and he heayes a kind of rueful
sigh andalets it pass away. Bye the
bye, >" Miss Marguerite, is married to
rich old man, old enough to- be her
grandfather. He goes to her wedding;
and he drinks her health in the best of
wine-begins to dream himself of a
wealthy wife, and thinks it won't do to
be foolish, and that he must have an
eye to business when he gives himself
away. The fast young man and woman
of fashion meet often in their gay city
life, but the boy and girl who went
hand in hand to school have gone stray
ing away together over the strawberry
fields and daisied pastures long ago,
and nobody thinks of saying to them
you are coming back soon.
Coming back Who ever yet came
back and found all things unchanged !?
Drive the long remembered road and
you will miss here trace, here patch
OF daisies and buttercups, and here and
there an old gray farm house which
you fondly hoped would outlast your
day and generation Enter the town
which was once happy valley to you
and what do you see ? Only puny
little village you used to love turned
into ambitious side walks and paved
with the toughest of stones with old
familiar houses and fences remodeled
and newly painted till you lose all land
marks with everything changed, and
you it may be most of all Sit down
if you will in your lonely room call mp
the forms OF those you mostly loved
who are now scattered away, and try
to people the streets with more beloved
faces. Can you succeed ? Is it not n
poor pale phantom that You strive to
press to your aching heart ? Was it
wise in you after all, this coming back !?
Oh, the past is beautiful to look at but
when far off We stretch out our hands
to bring it nearer, it vanishes and
leaves nothing in our grasp but thin
unsubstantial air.
Strange, sit in my lonely room to
day and miss something familiar
something dear, very dear! 1t will
never linger here again, the sunlight
falling through the easement will never