The Placer herald., 1866-06-09
LIFE LEAVES.
sv aAyLoap ). CLARKE.
TIE tay. with Il, r,n,lal, d;rped IN d.~

The day. with it's sandals dipped in dew,
Has passed through the evenings golden gates
And single star in the cloudless blue
For the rising moon in silence waits;
While the winds that Sigh to the anguid Hours
Breathe lullaby DER the folded flowers.
The lilies nod to the sound of the stream
That winds along vi,h lulling flow,
And either awake. or hale dream.
pass through the realms Of the I.ongA go
While faces peer with many smile
From the bowers OF Memory's magical isle
There are joys and sunshine, sorrows aud tears,
That checker the path OF life's April hours.
And longing wild tor the coming years,
That Hope ever wreatbes with the faitcst towers
There are Friendships quieless- loves 10 bright
And pure rs the stare in ,he balls Of night.
There are ashen memories bitter pain,
And buried hopes and broken vow, ..
And an aching heart by the restless main,
And the se;s-lreeze tanning pallid brow;
And wanderer on the shell-lined shore.
Listening for voices that speak no more!
There are passions strong aud ambitions Wild,
And the fierce desire to stand in the van
Or the battle Of life-and the heart of the child
Iscrushed in the breast ofthe struggling man.
But short the regrets, and few are the tears
That tall ut the tomb OF the vanished years.
There is qniet, and peace. and domestic love,
And joys arising from faith and trutb
And u trust unquestioning, far above
The passionate dreamings Of ardent youth:
And the kisses Of children on lips and cheek,
Aud the parents bliss which 10 words can speak,
There are loved ones lost! There are little grav,
In the dell, meath protecting trees.
Where the streamlet winds aud the violet waves,
Aud the grasses sway to the siyhing breeze:
And 1oirn fort tho aoff ndarli liv,,
And light Of eyes darkened IN Deaths eclipse.
And thus as the glow of the daylight dies,
Aad The Nights first look to the earth is cast
l gaze, meath these beautiful Summer skies,
At the pictures that hang in the halls of the past
Oh. Sorrow and joy. chant mingled lay
When to Memory's wildwood We wander away!
lFRED DorcLAss,-We never heard Mr..
Fred Douglass speak but once, says the
Nashville Banner. He is a pretty sharp
darkie. we'll to,med, rather graceful, aad en-
'irey ready. On the occasion to which we
sIiude, he spoke in Independence Square,
in Philadelphia His harargue WAS violent,
made up chiefly Of descriptions of the out
RACES practced on slaves BY their masters
and wrought very decided effert upon the
crowd. Perceiving this, Fred. took his ad
vantage at the food. and went higher ane
higher into the region Of eloqueuce.
'Ah. my friends said he. 1 do not speai
from bearsay. stand before you living
i was going to say b!eeding-witoess te
the truth Of all relate. If you could be
hold the stripes and sears upon my back
just here an Irshman vociferated:
'HouId on, Freddy, darling-is it truth
you are telling u.s.
The darLie orator lifted bis finger tragcal-
ly 10 heaven in the affirmative
Och, murder!-did they lascerate you!'
Fred. answered that they did.
Did they thumb screw youl'
Fred. answered that they did.
Did they buck you like shoalI
Fred. answered that they did.
'BegorraH roared Pat, 'ftbat be tbrue you
mnst have been id bad nager!'
It closed the meeting in general row.