The Lincoln County herald., 1869-05-27
I Remember.

remember paff OF. blue eyes-lopg,
sunny brown curls, and lips that would
make yoo think Of ripe cherries, - much
- those cheeks would Of roses. t',.l
remember pair Of dimplsd arms and
shoulders, large straw hat wreathed With
dowers-aud . crimson ftock trimmed
with white braid-a pair Of red morocco
shoes and pinafors. -" =
I remember . litt,e brown cottage
among the naples, whore . laughing,
babbling stream meandsred BY, and the
birds sang all day long-the steep hill at
tho right-the garden with its wealth Of
"marigolds," "touch me uots" and seven.
ing.beauties," the porch fsstooned with
"morn,ng. glories," the gravsled path Dor.
dered with pinks leading to tho gase-tbe
old we'll with it's ron.bound bucket, and
uu vieldy sweep and moss.lined curb
the martin box, and the white csttaini =
the parlor window. p, bq4 rsrn
remember the blus skies, and downy
clouds fccked with orimsos, and starry
nights when the moon shons, and winter
nights when the snow lay on the ground,
when there was chiuing Of bells and
peals Of flaughter. I remember snatches
Of rhyme and patteriug Of little fset-and
tho nuiss Of playful chattering to dolls
and the chime Of broken dishes and cor.
tain performances on jews.barps.
l remember great deal more than all
this. remember day when toys and
dolls were gathered up and put away by
careful hands-when the little worn rcd
shoes, and crimson frock, and white pin.
afore were laid away, almost secredly 10
On unused drawer up stairs-when there
was no laughtor-no pattering Of foot.
steps. When the crib was showed back
against the wall, and the little empty
chair was put back in . distant corner.
I rcmember-tears and moans and .
little, calm, dead face 10 coffin. ,
DeadI did l say deadi No, no, that
can not be; you are living in my heart |;
in my memory, darling; living where no
sick ness or pain eau come, no death do.
stroy. In heaven, thank God ..
There y little grave out under the
naples; there arc many such little
graves there are many broken hearts /;
we'll it 10 there u One wha can heal
them. There arc many vacant cribs and
empty chairs, and desolate homes. What
should We do II he had not said, "SuFsr
little children To como unto me ~ ,,s I,
Let me see the little crib aud chair,
and crimson dress, and the red shoes, aud
white pinafore don't hide them away.
Strew the playthings that she loved, the
bit. Of broken china, The jews harp, the
dolls, and paper dresses oil around. I
may shed tears over thcu, but they'll
not be bitter ones. The pr,sts Of little
fingers upon tho furniture, don't erase
them tho marks Of littlo footstsps here
and there, don't efface them; tho little
hat with fadel flowers twisted around it,
let II hang where her lille hands put IL ;
that won't grieve me now; don't turn up
the dogs.earcd leaves Of her little soilsd
primer; her fingers made them. Put .
plato at the table where she used to sic.
and high chair at its place-it will seem
tho moro as If she was at play, o. Yunaiag
in the garden not % if Ws had shut her
out; nor - If she we're deadl -rE,st.
remember, ~, and who docs not 70.
member2 Who ID there on tho wide
earth who has not some sacred memory
hid away from the pryIng eyes Of the
worldP some recollection between which
and mammon'sworshippsr veil 10 forever
drawn? Who could quite forget If he
would aye, who would quits forget II
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