The Hancock Jeffersonian. [volume] (Findlay, Ohio) 1857-1870, 1869-10-29

Ine scene tO-mOEiOH Will " "''NH
an angels looking on: throughout The
almost continental area of twenty.
three sovereign States, an hundred
tables will be laden,a million
hearts be glad. Perhaps, where rolls
the Oregon; where red Missouri
clasps Iowa; where the green Mntt-
nomah wanders; here, under the SUM-
set; there, where day begins; in val
ley and forest on prairie and noun
tain; in the cabin, and in the camp
in the mansion and the mart; in the
novel and the hall-Thanksgiving!
And how the iron arteries, mean
dering New England, pulsate to-day,
with the living tide. Twenty-Five
thousand children and grandchildren
going home to thank God and take
courage back among the old orch
ards on the hillsides; back to the
moss covered roofs in the valleys; !;
back to ".he old folks at home;' back
where the old graves are drifted.
have crept to; round the broad old
table, they have played under; the
old clock where it used TO be; the old
arm chair in the corner, and the OLD
mother within it; the old farmer, as
frank and frosty as bright October
morning. Such welcomings, and joy
full trembling, and pleasant laughter,
and gliGtering tears, as there will be-
Such ramblings through the old home
stead; such pilgrimages TO the room
where they were born; to the room
where Jenny died, and Mary was
married. Such rummaging of the
faded chest of drawers, and the pre-
cious "till' in the top, where a!Cre-
time the trinkets of memory and af-
fection were kept.
Such a greeting of young wives
come home for a blessing, such un-
rolling of white flannel to exhibit
the new baby within it. And then
the table: wont it be as broad and
as bountiful as the open palm OF a
very Providence2 What treasures
the hands of love, old and withered
though they are, can furnish forth,
from the pantry with the high Latch,
that foretinger could just reach and
vainly s'click,r for entrance. And
the pumpkin vine, that run bravely
about among the corn last June,with
its yellow blossoms, pays its tribute
to Thanksgiving, as round and gold.
en- as a rising moon in harvest. And
the orchard, whose trees were ''nan-
ed for one and another of them all,
who are fastening home to day, has
been getting ready ever since its
sweet drift OF blossoms, for the snow
and glow of November.
The bells have rung from belfry
and tower all over New England; q
psalm has been read, and ''Old Hun
dred,n "Mear,' "C0rinth' and "Cor
onation," have foated over ali the
land of the Pilgrims
And they are gathered around the
table at last; each in his old familiar
place; but even Thsnlsf giving La:
i it's vacant chair. One sailed round
Cape Horn, and was never heard oi
more one lies among the drifts in
the grave yard-; one wandered away
to The West, years and years ago
left father and mother and cieavcd
unto ber husband. And does sht
rememb,r + them there, beneath Tho
roof under whose caves is careent q
the old red cradle, tue barqIc where
in she rocked on the hither shore o.
time, with the clear heaven Of 9
mothers eyes shining overhead As
true New England girl; as sht
hopes for length of days, her heart is
Hull, beyond the power OF telling 2
Memories will be frightened
hearts will be softened, prodigai'
will return, and smiles will hreai
through the tears OF thousan'
Rachels. TLAEs gLs 1-4I4r 10
How young, stern bearded mei
will grow, and blooming matroas
turn to girls, "as if a rose shoulc
shut and be bud again" How lik'
the sweetest music of falierins
tune, those words, "my son. viii
strike on Manhood's ear. All, the
wings of Time will hang waveles'
above ten thousand homes to-mor
row!
And how the moon has been grow
ing, and how the snow has been fall
ing, all for tomorrow night! W.
bear the Ginning of the bells, along
the valley, and over the hills, ant
through the woods, aad the erisI
cracking of the snow, and the GLAD
laugr Of girls from the dear little
h, riz ,ns OF the quilted and downy
Ihoods. We see the windows bur
Inished with the evening fires, anC
Through the envious curtain, the on
lcoucentrie circle Of life, and hope