Montgomery County sentinel., 1873-08-22
ROCKVILLE. MARYLAND FRIDAY MORNING. AUGUST % 1873.

tne RAINBOW An child ! she would
say, with such wise shake Of the head
''if you could but run fast enough TO
catch It and there, right under the end /,
just there, you see, where it comes down
over the wood, and rests on the meadow;
hey how bright the grass isl Well, Just
there you will flud the pot Of gold, and
nll brimming over with jewels, too shi-
ming and sparkling, great diamonds, like
drops of fire Oh honey, don't you
wish you could catch the end of the rain
bow 7" And then, how the child-hcart
would swell--how wide open eager eyes
would measure the distance "oway down
into the meadow" where the glittcring
arch was resting; how swiftly, small, pat
tering feet would bound off down the
paths, and by the time they reached the
garden gate, the lovely, Turing rainbow
had faded into air
| But, nevertheless, we still 90 on, cha
sing the rainbows. When the Grain is
over and gone" "whcn the sunshine comes
forth and the bow brightens on the cloud,
we are ever away, following on with ca
ger feet, seeking for the enchanted treas
ure, smiling and shining where its arch
touches the earth, painting for the flash
of its gems and the CLEANS of its alluring
gold We will be children still. hasten
ing after the hopes that arch Lifc's shad-
ows, and searching for the glad fruition
they are to bring, until the narrow house
open its dark portals, and We are laid
away to sleep where there is an end of
hope, and where there are no more rain
bows.
We stood once. with a friend, upon
the high-columnod portico Of stately
mansion, watching tho passing away of
a summer shower. The glorious arch
spanned wood and plain and river, rest
ing one wing in the valley and the other
upon the summit of a smooth, green hill,
where shonc the white monuments of a
city's cemetery. A child at our feet was
gambolling with his dog; instantly, he
started up, exclaiming, "Soe see nam
ma, the rainbow has hti Now for tie
pot of gold that Minnie talks about p'-
The light laugh sprang to our lips at the
child's expression, but the young mother
turned away and wcpt. Like an arrow
it went to her heart. Not many months
previous she had, indeed, buried treas
ure where the end of the rainbow was
then resting, and it had seemed to her a
long farewell to all Hopes bows of pro-
mise and of joy. A little form had grown
cold and still in her encircling arms
eyes Of bonnie blue had closed softly
against all her passionate pIcadings-thc
small, golden head had dropped away
from her bosom-and when they had laid
her jewel away where the first Spring how-
ers bloom, and the first birds Of morning
warblc their songs-and she knew it lay
there now--that little, green grave, with
the white roses around, and the white
marble above, and the white, white face,
hidden away underneath all now blast
cd and buried in brightness and bloom
at the foot of the rainbow! We spoke
words of comfort to that young mourn
ing mother, then, and silently pointing
her to the end Of the rainbow where her
buried treasure lay, we drew-still
pointing the finger up along that radiant
arch, to the glorious zenith, and there it
stayed--fixed and pointing still, where a
blue streak of beauty in the cloud show
ed the soft, sercnely shining heaven
within, like portal Of living sapphire,
leading away into the home of the loved
and lost-the bright and blcst and beau
tiful Beyond.
Aye long and earnestly VIC watch for
the enchanted largessc that lies at the
end Of our rainbows. Love arches our
sky, and Fame and Beauty and Riches.
Hope filings her bow athwart the cloud,
and Joy scatters over it the rose-fush
and the glowing glory of gold At the
foot of the radiant arches we 90 search
ing for the jewels which are to fash in
the future over throbbing brows for the
golden leaves in our Book of Destiny !;
for tho idols VIC have set up in our hearts
instead of the Christ-chid and the Cru
cifix And then when our bows Of pro-
mise fade away into nothingness-when
our golden oracles are scattered to the
winds-wben our hearts idols drop dumb
" from their shrincs and crumble into
clay, we cast us down in the darkness
and wall Earth TO earth, ashes to
ashes, dust under dust" Frenzicd by
the loss of our loved lights, we call upon
the Night to cover us We say bitterly,
there is no longer any bloom or beauty
or brightness under the sun and sitting
lonely in the cold shadows of desolation,
we cry aloud
"Speed swiftcr, Night wild northern Night,
Whose feet the Arctic islands know
When stiiIening breakers, wild and white
Gird the complaining shores os snow.
Send all thy winds to sweep the world,
And howl in mountain passes far,
And hang thy banners red and cold,
Against the shield of every star
| Life's darkencd orb shall wheel no more
| To Loves rejoicing summer back;
| Ny spirit walks wntry shore
| Without a star to light its track;
Speed swifter, Night thy gloom and frost
Are free TO rule and ravage here;
This last, wild requiem DER the lost,
| pour in thy unheeding carr
EuLALIA, Montgomery Co., M.
A romping four ycar-old boy had been
denied some triHing qualification by his
mother, but it did not seem so tri1ing
as to her, he said, with the utmost grav-
ity, "Mother were you ever a boy"
Things are pretty evenly divided after
all. The poor man has no money, while
the rich man has no appetite. Who's
| ahead .