The Union flag. [volume] (Jonesborough, Tenn.) 1865-187?, 1865-11-17

the sainted being for the last ime, and
bidding her final farewell, we again
took the road across the mountain to
his next appointment For some
miles we rode in silence, and l could
see the tears coursing down the cheeks
of the old Fogy as perhaps his thoughts
reverted to the death bed scene we
had Just left, and no wonder that the
old Fogy could not repress those tears
as he thought of the dying testimony
of that Christian woman, whose soul
in few short hours would be in the
presence of that God who judgeth the
quick and the dead and whose ransom.
ed spirit, would add one moro star TO
that crown that would be his when
he should finish his course on earth
and should be permitted to join the
ransomod throng who surround the
throne of Jehovah, the Lord of Lords
and King of Kings. And | could not
but envy the old Fogy as I beheld tic
inward joy that his countenanco ex.
pressed as he thus moditatcd upon the
privations and trials ho had undergone,
and the reward that was in store for
him when he should be called hence
and meet the pure spirit, who perhaps
ere then had passed the portals of bliss
and had taken her place with that
throng who had come ont of great
tribulation, and had their robes wash
ed and made white in the blood of the
Lamb.
After riding several miles, we ar.
rived at the house of one of tho old
Fogy's church mem bers where he pro.
posed to stop for the night, at the same
time inviting me to alight and share
the hospitalities Of it's inmates, simply
rcmarking that | need make no excuses
as his friends were sure to meet with
the same cordial reception as himself
The good man Of the house met us at
the gate and invited US to walk in
with that honest sincerely of heart
that ignores those conventionalitios Of
etiquette and politeness which 60 so
far in making up the sum total of what
the beaumonde call the rule of polite
ness. But the old Fogy insisted on
seeing his horse cared for first, and in
stead of leaving the beast to be unsad,
died by his generous host, he assisted
in feeding and watering the faithful
animal so necessary to the performance
of his labors, On entering the house
instead of requiring the attention of
the household, he seemed to avoid
giving unnecessary trouble and made
himself as it were, one of the family,
after partaking Of the plain but sub
stantial fare Of the mountain farmer
The old family Bible was brought out
and the old Fogy read the parable of
the sower, accompanying with sort
of conversational lecture, in which
way the evening passed off 50 imper-
ceptably, that ere we were aware of
it, the clock struck the hour of nine,
when after the usual devotional exer-
cses the family retired for tho night
The next morning as our routes lay
in different directions soon after leav-
ing our kind hearted host, wo babe
each other good bye and the old Fogy
in doing so, expressed the hope that,
If we should never meet again in this
world, that i. might be our happy lot
to meet in that happy world beyond
the skies, where parting should be no
mare, and sin and sorrow never On.
tered This is my twenty four hours
with a veritablo old Fogy-and after
all, am not so sure but that the in
stitution is a good one, if it is confined
to tho " backwoods." left him with
the resolution that, God being my
helper, would be a better man.