The Jeffersonian Democrat. [volume] (Chardon, Ohio) 1854-1865, 1865-10-13
Married. Died.

"MARRrED YxsrKRDAY."-Every day,
in .he journal that, with the first CLEAN
Of the sun, is flung within onr doors. we
read this little sentence: "Married yester.
day, So and &c." Every day there is a
Wedding least in some Of the mansions Of
the earth; q claspibg OF hands, and union
Of hearts in the dim aisles Of some holy
temple. a pledge OF eternal love and con
stancy during all the hours ,ha, are yet
10 come down like spring flowers upon the
pathway Of life. Each day some new
marriage crown is pu, on. and she that
wears il. leaning upon him whose love is
the brightest jewel, set amidst its leaves.
steals away from the "dear old home"
and nes,les trembiDgly in the fairy cot
where Loves hand has trained the honey.
susSle over the latticed porch, and placed
Eolisn Tyres in all the easements.
"MARRrED YKsTKRDAr."-Tbere are
pearls and gold shining now amidst the
flowers that fringe Loves pathway, and
stars cleaning liks great chandeliers :n
The armament OF Hope. There are barps
linking now, whose melody is sweeter
than the sound Of evening bells. and joys
falling like shower Of ameibysts on the
hearts that yesterday we're wed. Life is
now become beautiful: the soul scars up
ward from the dust, like bird loose d
from it's cage: yea, there are angels in ev-
cry path, with crowns for those who are
pressing onward with song and prayer:
"MARRfKp YEsTERDAY."-ft seems now
long distance to the grave--a long road
10 find rest. But soon the shadows will
come, and life looses its summer bloom.
Then, as the pa,ter of little feet is heard
about The grandfatber's house, and little
BARNS cluster about bis knee, those who
were married yesterday" mayhap will
turn back 10 records OF the past, weeping
silently the while, remembering that their
summer is gone, their harvest Is ended,
and that soon, gathering up their sheaves,
they must pass bey youd the gates Of peril,
where tbers will evermore be but one
marriage-that Of the Lamb with his
chosen few.
"DIED YEsTERDAY."- Every day is
written this little sentence: "Died yester.
day. So and So" Every day flower is
plucked from some sunny home; breach
made in some happy circle, jewel stolen
from some treasury Of love. Each day,
from summer fields OF life, some harvest
disappears-.yea.everyh hour some sentinel
frlls from his post. an is thrown from the
ramparts Of time into the surging waters
Of eternity. Even as we write, the funer.
al Of one who "died yesterday" winds like
winter shadow along the street.
'D1ED YEsrERDAy."-.Who died? Per.
haps it was gentle babe, sinless as an
angel-pure as The zephyr-oue whose
laugh was The gush OF summer rills loiter-
Ing in bower Of roses-whose little life
was perpetual li,any,--a May.,ime
crowned with the passion flowers which
never fade. Or mayhsp it was youth,
hopeful and generous--one whose path
was bemmed by flowers. with no. a SER
pent lurking underneatb; one whose soul
painted for communion with the great and
good, and reached forth in earnest strug.
gle for the guerdon in the distance. But
that heart of his is still now, for be "died
Yesterday ........
"DIED ."--DaiIy, men, ,wo-
men and children are passing away, and
hourly. in some graveyard. the soil is flung
upon the dead. AS often in the morn we
6nd some flower that blushed sweetly in
the sunset, has wi,hered up forever. thus
daily, when we rise from the bivouac 10
stand against our posts. We miss some
b.osher whose CHEEKY cry in the sieges
and struggles of the past, has been as
FIRE from heaven upon our hearts. Each
day, some pearl drops from The jeweled
thread Of friendship; some Tyre TO which
We have been wont to listen has been
forever. But he is wise that mourns not
the pearl and music lost; for life with him
shall pass away gently, as An eastern
shadow from the bills, and death be tri.
umph and gain.