The Huntington argus. [volume] (Huntington, W. Va.) 1872-1905, 1873-04-05

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its long plumelets like a wreath OF golden
glory, when the stem of the birch CLEANED
out like a sheen OF SILVER on the moonlit
water, and hoary oaks and naples made
dense covert Of shade, they wandered to-
ge'her, when womanhood, like a crown,
Was held above her by the rosy fingers of
her childish days, when her eyes wore a
look OF greater soitness, and the bloom on
her fair young cheek was like pink OF the
Wild hedge rose. Sweeter and fairer WIS
she than the little daisy blooms that held
up their tiny cups to be crowned with light;
hluer were her eyes than the azure speed
well that slept on the lichen covered rock,
or the starry "lorget-me-not" that decked
the border OF the limpid stream. PRETTY.
gentle Mary Leel Times great waves
have swept backward for moment and
lie stood sgain with the dainty maiden, as
she reclined against the old worn slile and
sang, with voice untutored by grand mas
tiers, out sweeter 10 his memory even now
than the warbling Of Paula or Parepa in
the irescoed halls OF music, aud he hear.
again the gentle voice, filed with the per-
fume oil his boy hoods joy:
I'm sitting on the ,tiIc, Mary.
Where we sat side by side"
Ali how he had loved her then. in those
days OF rounded completeness. with all rho
iervor OF boys first aud purest love and
how true and guileess was her nature that
had never mingled with the world or drank
of its bitter lees.
There are some hearts more sensitive
than those Of coarser mould, and Undo.
Moreton was one OF these; and to sucb .s
INN are visions given-a double sight. |
may have said-and they come to the
quiet heart like "a benediction that follows
alter prayer mayhap when alone by the
murnurlng brookside, or in n time whom
the clamor of the musicians are husbeJ
Tor moment, or in the pause when
voice is warbling a sad old rhyme, or IN the
waking hour, when midnight broods Tx.
an angel oil peace above earths sleepers
while the soul floats free upon a limitles.
sea Of thought, as If moored only tn tho
body, no longer part or portion Of il Al
such times the being OF the inner man
grows into greater something and thrns,s
aside all unholy dreams and ambitions
overPassing the circle of human life !,
hees into the spiritual world that is TO This
home as dross TO gold "seven times tried -
| bus 1t was Judge Moreton lived for a liz.
tie space in the days that could never
come again to him except in dreams vet
In that little time, with those familiar
notes still sounding in his ears. he looked
beyond the open door OF eternity. and the
strong man bowed and wept bitter. SELF
regretiul tears at his wasted manhood and
unhonored harvest. lie felt the nev
strength that was being poured upon his
soul by the Great Father "lhat pitietb His
children, and kne : that Sin the hollow NJ
iila hand there was room for him the
Pehitent one, on whom Christ looked a. a
mother wonid pity a child bereft Of
strength and manly helpfulness
ne song was done aud the Italian Toy
sno"ldered his harp with thankful heart
'F NE "eiI-iiiIed purse that tell at his
waiting feet bat he heard not the wall OF
bitterness and despair from the kindly
7"e''" ~ "e cr'ea aloud, Mary! sweet Ma
in tho lar -, '''' a. you were
''' "''e caskel s bed