The Lincoln County herald., 1869-10-28

-aa ChafnS Of Msvvis1 LIN. at
II 10 tAat char yoadsr-sot the 'Sa,
yeur feet IL upes, bus ths enc bssid,
you, eloasr yst-wsrs ssatsd . svset
faced girl, with . pretty little foot lying
upon the hearth, . bic Of lace running
fousd the swelling throat, the hsir parted
70 . charm over s'lbrshssd iair % any o
your dreams; and II you eesld reach o.
arm ss9und sbas chair back without isal
Of giving ofense, and suffer your 6pgerl
70 plsy idly with those eurlS tBat escape
down The nssk /; snd II you could claiY
With. vour hand those little white tspei
Angsrs, Of hers which hA ~ tsuptingly
within reach, and 20 talk softly and los
ID The presence Of tie blaze, whilc ths
hours slip Without knoWiedRs sud ths
winter visds whistle uacarsd for; r. il
short you we're no bachelor, but The hue
band Of Some sweet image, would il moi
he, 6r more pleasant than . cold, singls
ufsht sitting, sosasiSg 'ths stiSkS, fssk
onisg the iongth Of the blatd and h,
hight Of the falling snowr .6arsly in
aginatiop would be stronger and purer II
il could have the playful fanoiei of. .daws'
ing womanhood to delight Il. All toll
would be torn from mind labor II but an.
Other hesst grew into ehts present soul,
qpieksn,ug Il, charnisg II. bidd,ag Il ever
God speed, Her face would make halo
rich q . rainbow, stop Of oil such moi
some things a. we lonely souls call trou
bic. Her suilss walid illumins the
blsokest Of crowded ssrss, and dsskuesa
that now seats you, dcspondspt 10 your
solitary chair for days together, weaving
bitter fancies, dreaming bitter dreams,
would grow light and thin and epteod and
aoat away, chased by that beloved smile.
Your friend, poor fellow, diss-ssver
mind that gentle clash of her fingers as
she steals behind you, telling you lot to
weep, is worth ton ffieisds. Your sister,
sweet one, is isad-buried. The wurms
are busy with oil her fairness. How il
makes you think earth nothing but . spot
TO dig graves upon. Il is more she says
she will Be sister, and the waving curis,
- she leans upon your shoulder, touch
your eh>sk, aud your vet eyes turn 70
meet those other eyes-0od has ssnt His
angel, surclyl Your mo.her-alas | she
ID gone u there any bitterness to .
youth, alone and ft,ehdless, Ike this ?
But you are not homeless, you ~ not
alops- she 10 there. hsr team softsniug
yours, her grief killing yours : and you
live again 70 sssusge, that kind sorrow
Of hers. Then these children-rosy,
fair. haired !; no, they do not disturb you
with their prattle now-thsy are yours.
Toss away there on the green swasd !;
never mind the hyacinth, the sncw drops,
the yioiuts, If 90 bs coy ere thsvs, Shs
perfume Of these healthfal lips is worth
al ths flowers 10 the world. No need to
gather wild bouquets 70 love and cherish; !;
flower, tree. gun. all are dead things |;
things livelier hold your soul. And she,
the mother, sweetest and fairest Of al,
Watching, tending, csressing and loving,
till your own heart grows psined with
tsndsrest Jealousy, and cures itself with
loving. You have no need Of . cold leo.
ture to teach thxnkfulness your heart 10
full Of Il. No need now, as once, Of
blossoms, sftrees taking leaf
and grsspssss, turning thought kindly
and thankfully; forever beside you there
is bloom, and aver beside you there y
fruit. fof which eye, heart and soul are
full Of unkuown, unspek ken -bscanse ID.
psakable-thauk,ofesisg. Il N! brF e..