Daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1859-1865, 1865-04-13
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E6SayG Read e Lhs E141aIainntion OF
the ana ISafd sehSol, HaFeh 80.


Who can 1uQ 70
nMsmory." Il is like beautiful guardian
angle, Erea;bsd In robes of celestial light,
who Is ever guiding our fsItering footsteps
onward through life's journey. The past
may be firmly united with sadness, temp
ts;iou and regret. Though sad story and
hesEtrendiuE grief Eeigns in our own mind,
jet We dwell upon it and cling to it with
pleasure. As the fond parents Who have
lost an only child, years may have passed
away and WiIbeTed in sill their pride sEd
glory, yet they skill visit the grave and
plant flowers thereon as but poor emble1S
Of its purity. That little grave is TO them
the footprint Of the little angle up In
Heaven. That memory eauses them 70
hope 70 meet II 10 that Heavenly home
They never thiok of it az one borne down
with worldly cares. Il ia still the beloved
child which fingered like a euubeam IN
their home for 80 short time; and this
memory points the shining way to guard
sgaiDEl The uppenetreble and mysterious
future. The recollection of the past which
brings TO life buried forms and thoughts,
70 some possess little beauty or a,Iac-
tiVeness. They are the ones who ridisule
such memories IS sentiment But perhaps
it is better that such persons exist. IfGil
priced the memorials of the past alike,
possible We might not pOssess 60 great .
liking for it, who IN liking are compelled
to contend with opposition, ridicuIe and
scoFn. To them the CLEANS that break
forth from the clouds of life, and the clouds
themselves that gather sometimes 90 DARK
II. are of lutte interest But TO those who
cherish fond memory, the past CLEANS
Tadiantiy on them, from cot those
long dark vistAs of departed years
and starry eyes seem as far of
as the sky above. There are stories that
would fill volumes to be sAcrediy cherished
by the heart. There are experiences of
our own and friends which surPass in
their exquisite beauty all that romance
can furnish or imagination paint. There
are voices TO be heard coming up from the
graves Of those years whose holy tones are |
foil of thrilling melody. There we're bOuIs
which as they passed condemned in their
few moments more joys of slmost hesVenly
purity than one would believe earth could
con tain in all ~its centuries. There were
scenes that cannot be described ADD emo
tons tina; may be felt, not told. To thoss
wbo toll and strive in the world the sutest
way 70 Judge of the future is to think Of
the pact. You worn aud weary Of the |
world, chained to your daily pursuits az
the Roman criminal 10 a hfeless body, can
tent to.Waste your life on the beggarly gold
you toll after, sneering in the presence Of
the world at sught Of memory, you dare
not shnt yourself up with the holy N M
cries that throDg the gates Of your soul
and forbid them entrance. You soeer now
but you Wept last night. Where you fnd
one most cold, most steeled st all gentle
feeIipgs, under that individuals himsy
mask, behold crushed sgOny. In that
soul s deep, untouched, unsIirred, mighty,
perhaps remorseful memory. The springs
are far down and they are gradually illiug |
up, and ere long the rock on the mouth OF
the we'll win be lifted aud the long re-
strained torrent burst forth. God be with |
you, proud map, in the hour of your ex-
tremity. There will come an hour to every |
one when these gentler sympAthies will be |
aroused. Memory entwiues itself with |
every thought and becomes part of our
being. We can never cast it off any
more than we can cast of the body
in which the epirit dwelIs. Almost
every chain Of after thought is licked
At some point to the magical circle
which binds our early ideas, and even
when latent and in no degree known, it is
still present, affecting every feeling and
every fancy, and giving bent of it's own
to all our words ana deeds. Often the
links which bind us to early scenes and
places 10 which We have passed, happy or
unhApPy hours are uuobserved and forgot
ten till some casual circumstance turns our
eyes thi,hVTWard. Departed friends are
themes on which memory loves TO DWELL
Let US imagine widowed mother musiug
alone. She leans upon her hand, while
her siukiOg head dFoops low. She ia
thinking of her boys One has gone to the
field, where the old Dag shines, and never
az tnb ~ Z Nh,h l. -.
in boyhood awakened so much enthusiasm
and imhued his young heart with love fol
home and country. Memory now comes
to the mothers aid and she is drearily re-
viewing the past, its sunshine and it,
Bbadows. If the frail cords which biuC
their souls to the body should be snapped
Rsunder, what charm would the boon O
Liber y,.or happy Union, possess for tina
mother. But in describing one scene, 1
different though Kindred one, which neSel
fails 10 bear u relation to each other, (bat-
tie tields and weeping mothers) follow
Night lie closing over the bloody fray which
has ragged with undated fury from earlJ
dawn. On part Of the field, disIingush
ed IRON the rest by its unusual numbers o
claim and wOupded, and known 10 be tn,
place where the conlendlUg armies met il
the fearful charge, and foes fell side b.
EAuS nbu b WGAO
regard to ranks, behold two brothers, th,
foud objects of that distant mOlher's low
and thOpehts. Little sbeIhinkss that ever
now a deadly bullet has pierced the breas
OF one, while a sabre cut marks the death
wound OF bis brother. On that field o
death the brothers meet to die, CIasped il
esCh Others aims. Memory lends her hO!y
iuhueuCc, and they are liIus boys again
Hatred and all dissgreemenIs are forgotten
Even the cause Of each, which, the young
soldiers were willing and had sWornl 10 die
for, father than see dishOnored lie forgotten,
and the brothers fall to sleep. while smile
is portrayed on the oOunteDAnce of each
as IT in mockery of death. The passing Of
our days may be ehIckered with grIef aud
care. The evils Of those days are forgotten
The scenes 10 which they WerO PASSED arr
remembered, detached from the SORROWS
which biighted them, and the bright. misty
light OF early life's sunrise still glide The
whole with glory not its own.
as - MANY 0RuNHNpkER.
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