The Louisiana Democrat. [volume] (Alexandria, La.) 1845-1918, 1867-11-13
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No clouds are in the morning sky, ,...
The yapors hug the stream en-
Who says that life and love can die vi
III all this Northern gleam9
At every turn the naples burn,
The quail is whistling free.
The partridge wlirs, and the frosted burs
Are dropping for You and me.
Ho billy no! heigh o!a ladt
.a4 ~ Hilly no. da ultbai -
In the clear October morning. aai.ar
=, es{i fd 9tlfa h .tE.ifagl 10 gJia.g d
J. Along our path tho woods are bold
And glow with ripe desire; y q, .e.df
:, The yellow chestnut showers it's gold,
The sumachs. spread their iirc;. {, !,
The brcezes feel as crisp as stecl
The buckwlicat tops are red; ~
Then down the lane, love, scnrry again
And over the st,,bble tread! fa9i
Ho billy no. beigll O! ia ''l (
~ sut Hilly no! adf 5sa EaetH
In the clear October morning. ~
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TIE SWEETEST WORD.
/ isq.sa gtstEyT So - =. s.,s5-5 4gHg,
One sweet word Of holy meaning, t.,
Comcth to me DER and Ger, 4,s
And the echoes Of its music =
Lingcr eycr-cvcrmore;
TRUsT-no other word We utter
lf Can so sweet and precious be,
Taneing all life's iarring discords
5., Into heavenly harmony.
. Clouds ofthickest blackness gathered
Der my souls dark sea of sin,
And the port of heaven was guarded
From my guilty entering III;
Then came Jesus, walking to me,
- Der the surging waves of sin,
Calling, clear above the tempest,
e He that trusteth heaven shall win !!
Now, through all the sacred pages,
Where my woe and doom had been,
\, Clean those golden words of promise,
"a He that trusteth heaven shall win ;
Blessed, sure, aud blood-bought promise
Let me drink its sweetness in
He that trusts his soul to Jesus,
g He that trusteth heaven shall win.
! THUsr--Oh, Saviour, give its fullnessa
To me at thy feet in prayer, 9a 4
Grant my dying lips to breathe it, sst
Leave its lingering sweetness there;
+ Sweetness there to stay the breaking
OF the hearts which love me So,
Pii whispering from my silent coffin, ~,
Z 4''s Trust the hand which lays me low
Loved ones, as yc rear The marble,
4. 81 II -. -
!, Pure above my waiting dust, ata, o.
Grave no other word upon it ,g
.I But the hottest, sweetest-3'TEysT; p
For, thispassword know the angels, z
n Gnarding Ger the pearly door. $500 !
Passwords to His blessed presence, 4
Whom trust for eyermorc. - +.
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a WAsHINGToNs WATci1.--Ihc Nash
vile Banner has seen a watcl19 wh1c
lis believed to have been tile time 1tiec
of. Washington, II was I" captured
IM a Federal officer or soldier near til
city ofWashington, during the war
Itwas recently placed IN the llt hands :
Mrs. James T. Polk to be forwarded
General Lee, for the claimants :q ~
r. The time piece in question, to whic
so much historical interest necessaril
Iattachcs, is, of course, quite antiquate
| in design. 1t is of the patten so popr
lar with our foretathers, and styled b
their irreverent descendants "bull'
eye.p On the back is neatly engrave
| the initials &c. W. The quality {
the gold is remarkably fine, and ii
case is worn thin by long usage. s -
4 Unlike the majority of our modei
| watches, -lainuter.hand makes I'll
complete circuit of tue dial plate, viii
the. hour hand trayerses q space OBJ
about lis large as is allotted by o.
watchlnakers to the busy little indie
which marks the seeonds.spTlle maine
of ssAnlrew g. Robinson, Lancaster
show from whose hands it first cam
antl the number T" 1907 that they d
no mean business iii their line.