The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1872-09-13


But if a man before his duty with a Istless
spirit stands,
Ere long the Great Avenger takes the work
from out his hands.
Speaking of a true woman, Fran
ces Sargeni Osgood says:
She scorns to sell her rich, warm heart
For paltry gold or naughty rank
But gives her love, untaught by art,
Confding, free and frank.
Willis Gaylord Clark thinks:
'Tis sweet to remember would not forage
The charm which the past Ger the present can
throw.
Holmes, though more pithy in
prose, always seems to be saying
good things, as
If singing breath or echoing chord
10 every hidden pang were given,
What endless melodies were poured,
AS sad as earth, as sweet as heaven.
Youth fades; love droops; the leaves of friend
ship fall;
A mothers secret hope outlives them all.
And last:
Oh! maidens err and matrons warn
Beneath the coldest sky;
Love turks amid the tasselled corn,
As In the bearded rye.
j. G. PerceVal says:
Morning is brightest
Only when heaven is fair,
Beauty is brightest
Only when virtue is there.
And G. 2. Morris:
VVben in Iifa,s storm,
Hopes star to man grows dim,
An angel kneels in woman's form
And breathes prayer for him.
Fitz-Green Halleck paid a fine
compliment to his friend,J Rodman
Drake, in
Green be the turf above thee,
Friends of my better days!
None knew thee but to love thee,
Nor named thee but to praise.
Perhaps no poet, Shakespeare alone
excepted, has had so many beautiful
and touching memorials bestowed
on his grave and memory by brother
poets as Robert Burns; and perhaps
no verse is more beautiful than this
of Halleck:
Such graves as his are pilgrim shrines,
Shrines to no code or creed confined
The Delphian wales, the Palestines,
The Meccas of the mind.
G. D. Prentice, speaking of the
time, says:
-Remorseless Timel
Fierce spirit of the glass and scythl What
power
Can stay him in his course, or melt
His iron heart to pityF
N. P. Willis, though an ambitious
man, did not seem to think well Of
ambition, for he says:
How like mountain devil IN the heart
Rules the unrein'd ambition.
Mrs. Lydia H. Sigourney did not
believe death sorroWful, for she
writes:
For spirits round the eternal throne
How vain the tears are shedl
They are the living, they alone,
Whom thus we call the dead.
w. c. Bryant calls for noble and
good acts, that you can
-Approach thy grave like one who
wraps the drapery Of his cough about him, and
lies down to pleasant dreams.
He also says that
The groves were Gods first temples.
Longfellow has more verses that
are poems in themselves than any
other of our poets. Here are some
of them:
Life is real! life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest.
Was not spoken of the soul
A feeling of sadness and longing.
That is not akin to pain;
And resembles sorrow only,
As the mist resembles rain.
Trust no future, howeer pleasant
Let the dead past bury its dead!
Actl act in the living present
Heart within and God o'erhead.
There is no deathI What seems 50 is transi-
ton.
This life of mortal breath
Is but a suburb of the life elysian,
Whose portal we call death.
Art is long, and time is hceting,
And our hearts, though short and braVe Q,
Still, like mutfied drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
Nothing useless is, or low;
Each thing in its place is best;
And what seems but idle show
Strengthens and supports the rest.
So much from single verses. Now
for few lines from Hiawatha-
As unto the bow the cord is,
So unto the man is woman;
Though she bends him, she obeys him,
Though she draws him, yet she follows;
Useless each without the other!
A little five-year old boy was be-
ing instructed in morals by his
Grandmother. The old lady told
him that all terms as ''by gollY,"
sbv iingo,' "by thunder" ETC., were
only little oaths, and but little better
than other profanities. In fact, she
said. he could tell a profane word
bv the prefix "by." All such were
oaths. '|Well, then, grandmother"
said the little hopeful, sis by tele-
graph which 1 see in the newspa-
pers, swearing?" "No," said the old
isdv. ethat's only lVing,n