Vicksburg weekly herald. (Vicksburg, Miss.) 1868-1883, 1870-04-09
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make eloquent the good bye;
tears Of modification, and tears Of
pride tears Of repentance, and con-
triton, tears Of love and tender
ness and o, the many kind Of tear
shed from human eyesl
What's In q tear-a little glObule
Of sAltish Water2 Why, volumes
whole histOriesl
A tear Is q very Insignificant tri.
de TO waste q whole SATURDAY
NIGHT upon but II We should ven
ture TO write the history CT the diff
ferent kinds Of tears to which we
have alluded, the columns Of no
newspaper would suffice, for our
manuscript would become chapter
after chapter, and volume after vol.
ume.
What about tears? Yes, about
tears.
Did you ever see a father weep
because his SON had gone from bad
to worse, until, at length, for some
awful felony he was adjudged to
wear out the remaining years Of
his life in 6 prisoners cell, forever
disgraced, and worse than dead?
A father-a man Of q hard, firm,
strong, nature; perhaps q common
man, as The world goes, having to
labor as q tradesman, or mechanic,
or . day labOrer, for bread ; whose
hands are rough and horny, and
whose face is embrowned by sweat
aud exposure ; whose features look
rough and wrinkled and rugged q
man Of little sentiment and appar.
emily emotiOnless q man who has
gone back and forth, to and from
his toll and lived roughly and Jared
hard, TO bring up his family /; who
has seemed to see little pleasure
and borne pain with q trace of 70.
man stOicism-ah but yet father!
Have you ever seen a tear fall
from the eye Of such an One,and for
q sons diShonOr2
Will you ask the story Of that
tear? Can you not guess It? OF
impoverished father; bankrupt in
heart, in pride, in affection, and in
hOpe,-have you struggled with
your life load for years and years,
trying to perform your humble duty
inlife to yOur family aud the cOmmu.
nifty in which you lived, and all the
time as you toiled on, bent beneath
your burdens, you have cast con-
tinual furtive glanCes full Of hope,
full Of pride, full Of ambition, full
Of affection (unseen but warm in
your heart) at the child Of your own
flesh and blood, which his mother
bore TO you, aud now, nOD, row,
has the accumulated mountain of
your hopes, anticipatlOns, love,
pride, ambition, dependence, been
forever swallowed by the volcano
Of sin that has burst forth, pouring
out its Seething lava Of hot and
bllstering crimes, the consequence
Of which motion corruptness falls
bitterly upon you, his father, and
crushes you TO the dust in utter and
overwhelming huniliStiOn-and
shall we ask the you story Of that
tear?
We might tell Of days and nights
and weeks aud months of that
Hgony, and even of years how the
irOn sunk deeper and deeper into
your soul how your head bowed
lower and lower, and your hair
grew whittier and whittier, your step
more and more feeble, until-you
passed away to peace.
We need not tell all this, with
all the details of its narrowing
grief for 1t isall there all express
ed more eloquently, more impress
sively, more ~tOuchingly, more viz.
idly, In that tear. Tia! fathers
tear for a lost son.
But there are many other tear
histories; tears whose wrought
out tale should touch the heart
and teach the mind.
We have said volumes were in
them and we cannot now write
their stories down.
But may we be permitted to
bring home to ourself this brief
lesson on tears? we have been
reading, tonight one of His books,
Him hal we loved and who now is
DEAD. And we CHANGED upon a
poem we know was an especial
favOrite Of His, because we have
heard Him read il and speak en-.
dearingly Of 1t, and it bears His
pencil marks Of appreciation and
love.
Remember that He IL dead nov