Evansville daily journal. (Evansville, Ind.) 1863-1866, 1866-04-14

We copy from the Goshen Times vi,
following beautiful latter from the pei
Hgl of Mrs. MaryJ. Blrdon, formerly of In.
diana, but now q resident of Fayette-
'sses vile, North Carolina. The description
of her feelings upon coming suddenly
e upon the obscure aud moss-grown grave
OF an Indiana soldier is especially touch
hlsl ing and beautiful iiaA eAt ~ ri
"We were visiting in the country, and
had started out for walk one-very sweet
morning in February-my husband. a
ssil lady friend and myself had Just been
q exclsiming over the beauty Of the woods
ss4asss so early in the. year, flor to my North
ern. eyes accustomed to snow ana ice
until April, this was a rare and lively
experience, when oneof my eompahious
suggested that we should each take g.
different path for our homeward walk,
and see who should get there fret and
then relategforE the Amusement .of the
others our several adventures Joybusly
We agreed to the proposal, the road be-
ing easy to- return to, IN case we got
astray. not very probable oceurrence,
but yet to US who we're strangers in this
lovely cline, nc. quite impossible:
We wers then just two and a half
miles from our home, and the sun not
yet half way up his morning ladder of
w- hours The afr was as fresh and balmy
IS il would be at home in May, and thus
i with no anxiety we merrily parted COM
pany, and each struck ont upon a new
~ frailF alone. We were to keep within
< - @distance, &c possible, and for some time.
the echoes resounded on all sides among
the bills. Then, as We wandered farther
apart, they came softer and more faint,
uEhl our own voices returned to each
void Of response. We were separated
,sbJ wall Of pine trees. Majestic and
grand, thc. rose far above my head and |
q zgi sEInt me ia "a prisoner But gaily /
tripped along, swinging my hat BY its
ribbons and singing meErily--so fall of
exuberant life and spirits that I could
not notice anything less than the tops of
the pine trees, which, touched into gold
29g by 4he sunshine, and singing up there
while calm and still iE the shade below
made memnon. true."I After time
my mood changed. l grew calmer as
= my thoughts few back to4the records of
time past when these old trees were
young and q feeling of melancholy stole |
over me as / remembered what eVanes~
on2 sesnt creatures, mere summer moths we |
are .AsA.s4a@ "a
Mournfnlly sang the pines, and sadder
became the chirp Of bird ard insect, /
r., that but few moments ago seemed so
fun OF Joy to me. The medal is re-
versed, said T, and thus forever upon
the heels Of Joy comes this languid lotos.
q eater, the mild eyed Z melancholy. ,,
Joy is only Joy by contrast with pain.
The cones dropping now and then
from their high perches, and the tap
tae OF the Wood-pecker, alone broke the
silence--and as more joyous bird
voice sounded beside me, | started to
$50 recall myself to myself, and became
- aware of having gone entirely out Of my
path,
aAmong the Pines, in reality, thought
~ recalling Edmund Kirke; and / sat
down upon some gnaried old roots pro-
- truding from the ground, to rest, and
enjoy my dilemma / gazed upward
through the fairy fbers of the lorg.
leafed" pine-a patch Of blue Just
above where the sun broke through the
intense shade What an atom seemed
beside these grand old sentinela Of time.
These must be very old, because, after
certain time of rapid growth they in
crease so slowly that old men say they
q see no ehange,in them since boyhood,
= AID these are giants. Oh faithful picket
guard, what is the wondrous password
that ye hand down as each new soldier
takes bis placein liner What news from
those higher spheres whose airs ye
breathe, and Of which we but family
dream2 Do the silent stars whisper to
you at nightfall2 And what ia the won
derful cosmetic which nature gives to
~ you, her favored children, that no frost
of age, or cold, shall mar your unfading
beauty2 Oh, spirits of the restless pine,
whisper your legends to me.
Constant amerk the faithless, true to
the grand old union Of earth and sky, We
stood and sightd, while Gods master ,
4 ( work, man, fought and died. Sighed to
see such rich red rain bedew the earth, ,
while oak and pine through the centu. /
Fies behind US had kept their etarnal I
i brotherhood unbroken. W .