Weekly Trinity journal., 1864-01-16


Awake but one and 10! what myriads rise;
Each stamps its image as the other flies
How forcibly did these lines come to my mind
as I opened one after another of Aunt Mary s
pictured lineaments of her once happy family.
was imperceptably carried back to the days
when the dear old homestead echoed to the wild
laughter of happy childhood, when fun and
frolic was as much the order of the day as books
and study.
There was Willie, with his curly locks and
laughing eye, the terror ofall impromtu mothers
and nicely dressed dolls, now, celebrated tea
merchant of Shanghai, with native wife, and
ever SO many little semi-Celestals at his knee.
Strange that avarice can so soon bind its willing
victims. Can it be that he has so soon forgot
ten the vows plighted in early manhood? Poor
Lena gold hath taken thy bridegroom, leaving
thee only the refuge of the grave, whittier thou
hast long, long since gone.
Next comes Rebecca, beautiful as the fair
daughter of Bethuel. She too, the sunshine OF
the household, has gone forth like her ancient
A staid matron, she now presides over prince
ly mansion in distant city. Life with her has
gided as peacefully along as her own gentle
character.
Not so with Samuel the pensive student OF
other days:
he messy marble rests the lips that he hath pressed
In their bloom
loved to hear hath been carved for
On the tomb"
Broken-hearted and alone, he drinks the wa.
ters of Marah amid the tangled jungles of India
Rough, FOSTERING, rollicking John has launched
his bark upon the waves, and now captain in
the merchant service stands fair chance OF
paving his respects to the notorious Semmes
unon the deck of the alabama some fine morn
ing. if he does not keep sharper lookout than
many of his contemporaries. He was the Ounce
of the homestead, but he has proved himself
far different character in his business relations
as the vast fortune acquired shows. Butwho car
think OF fortunes (needful though they be,) while
contemplating the beautiful features of Maggie
Goodrich, the youngest pet of the household
Never was there more peerless creature. WITH
form of perfect symmetry, Joined to features
startling in their loneliness, she added dispo
sition the most daring and eccentric. perfec
nj Vernon in daring. A horse, a dog and gun
was as much part of her as it was OF lazy
lounging Sam. Wilson, who with his name stucl
upon his Office as Counsellor at Law, shut hi
door on Monday morning only to open it on Sat
urdav night, having hunted and fshed the live
| long week.
Maggie was often his companion on his hunt
ing excursions, bringing down her game with a.
true an aim as an old sportsman, while San
would lay beneath some sheltering oak, his rec
head cleaning among the green leaves like
huge spray of Saliva blossoms, while his frecklet
face was all in glow of delight at her extraor
binary exploits.
| Much was said about so strange an intimacy
for they did not seem to possess one attribute il
4 common, if we except their hunting and fishing
proclivities When hurrah, one morning thu
whole town was thrown into a blaze of wonde
and establishment by the announcement tina
Sam. Wilson and Maggie Goodrich had quietly
walked over to the old Parsonage and been mar
ried. Had the tail of the Comet that was thel
nightly threatening destruction hit US, knocking
us into "pi," it could scarcely have created
more commoton. did you ever - Hav
YOU heard the news?' "Who would hav
thought it2' and a hundred other exclamation
equally absurd met one at every corner "hii
the cause of all this hubbub appeared as uhcon
scious as though nothing unusual had happened
Elbow could you, Maggie sara l. , mnsn hs sn
called the next day to get a new dress had oeei
making.