The Lancaster gazette. [volume] (Lancaster, Ohio) 1863-1886, 1863-11-26

chair in the corner, and the old moth
er within ii; the old father frank and
frostyas bright October morning
Such welcomings, and joyful tremb-
lings, and pleasant laughter, and gilt
tering tears, as there will be. Such
ramblings through the old homestead
such pilgrimages to the room where
they were born; to the room where
Jenny died, and Mary was married.
Such rumaging Of the faded chest of
drawers, and the precious till in the
top, where aforetime the trinkets Of
memory ard affection were kept.
Such greeting OF young wives come
home for u blessing; such unrolling of
white flannel to exhibit the new baby
within it. And then the table: won't
it be as broad a..d as bountiful as the
open palm of the very Providence p
What treasures the hands Of love, old
and withered though they are, can fur
nish forth, from the pantry with the
high latch, that small torefngers could
just reach and vainly click for en-
trance. And the pumpkin vine, that
ran barely about among the corn last
June, with its yellow blossoms, pays
its tribute to Thanksgiving, as round
and golden as rising neon in harvest.
And the orchard, whose trees were ma
med for one and another of them all,
who are Fastening home day, has
been getting ready ever since its sweet
drift Of white blossoms, for the snow
and the glow Of November.
The bells have rung from bclfry and
tower all over New England Il psalm
has been read, and Old Hundred and
Near 'Corinlh' and Coronation,
have foatcd over all tie land Of the
Pilgrims.
And they arc gathered around the
table at last; each in his old familiar
place; but even Thanksgiving has its
vacant chair. One sailed round Cape
Horn, and was never heard of more
one lies among the drifts in the grave
yard; one wandered away to the West
years and years ago--lctt father and
mother and cleaved unto her husband
And does she remember them to day
remember them there, beneath the
roof under whose caves is carccncd the
old red cradle,-the barquc wherein
she rocked on the hithcr shore OF
time, with the clear heaven of Il moth.
crs eyes shining overhead? AS true
New England girl, as she hopes iol
length OF days. her heart is full, be
yond the power oftclling
Memories will be frightened, hearts
will be sottcned, and smiles will break
through the tears ola thousand Rach
els. .
How young stern, bearded. vii
grow, and blooming matrons turn Il
girls, "as if n rose should shut ant
) be bud again" How like the sweet
est music of faltering tune, thos'
words, "my son" will strike on Man
hoods car. All, the wings of time viii
hang waveless above ten thousanC
homes tomorrow
And how the moon has been g row
:, ing, and the snow has been falling, a
: tor tomorrow night We hear tn
Ginning Of the bells, along the valley
:. and over the hills, and through til
, woods, and the crisp cracking of tn
! snow; and the glad laugh of the girl
: from the dear little horizons Of th
! quilted and downy hoods. We see tn
! windows FURNISHED with the evenin
= fires, and through the cnvious curtain
' the one conccntric circle Of life an
hope and love, swept by the sacred G,
:, ometry Of God
And as we look and listen, the cv,
ming bells of other days steal softly 0
the soul, and tones We never can iorg,
and house hold words unheard the,
= weary years, and 10! the Past, like son
. soft April day, stands close beside OF
y chair. How wide the fallOw field
q God is growing!
How like dancing star, Thank
y giving Day will shine, through I'll
! cleft clouds Of gloomy times lii
y. these.
The very trees would clap their lea
= less hands for joy, should men be dun
= tomorrow
" Let him who is clinging to fortune
,, wreck, take heart; for what would II
umph be, with no such word rs fail b?
II Let the mother above whose seepil
i child the first drift lies white and col
" " to-day be grateful for another left.
None? Then thank God all Il
=, more, for blest is she who claims
- child in Paradise!
" Let him who does another wron
forgive the injured: So may he
glad.
% Let him that rejoces, be glad for a
If If swering smiles, and him that mourn
~ ~ breathe gratitude for tears.
1t is IA merry Christmas and "a ha
py New Year, that sprinkle sunshi
40 round the winter world; and VIII
~ ~ more heartful, home like wish is le
Of for us to you, than Bountiful Thanh
~ ~ giving
,s, Or WoMEN.-I do not hesitate
ed saw that tho women piVn to nvnrv N