The Toledo chronicle. [volume] (Toledo, Tama County, Iowa) 1873-1924, 1874-02-19
MlSCELLANEOU
A TWILIGHT REVERE,

Imagine it to be the twilight hou
OF lovely Indian Summer day; til
dazzling sun is hiding himself benin,
the sombre bills, tin,ing the SIX,
with his gorgeous colors, touching
the tltecy clouds with delicate gol,
and silver hues, then painting, will
a purple haze, the edges of the nigh
curtains. The canopy Of the heav
ems gloWs with transcended bcaut,
we might imagine "the gates ajar'
for us to catch a glimpse OF the
splcndor of the glorious radiance ol
the celestial city. Ere this inimita
bic scene is lost 10 our sight, TO you,
dear reader, we Will whisper that
busy memory has been sending forth
from her sacred vaults the cherished
remembrance Of perished .joys-lost
hopes OF happiness, once rs brilliant
as this panorama OF a western sun
set like this beautiful scene, we have
found them as fleeting, as shadow.
years roll away; we drop our cares,
and close our wearied eyes,
To pres ent life, as, like dream, old
memories arise
LOW natural, wien yvuEg woman
hood, with its sprays OF blossoms
and opening buds cluster i'll raven
trcsses, fit emblems Of the purity and
Innocence of the wearer, should feel
that this big world OF ours seems
like tairyland, hung with Aladdin
lamps; as if it contained nothing save
caskets OF costly gems, which need
cd only the electrical key OF love TO
unlock, TO reveal diamonds sparkling
with lustrepearls, spotless and white,
All . maidcn-thc common lot OF
woman will be yours-to mourn
over the broken promises OF men,
aud TO SIT, desolate, beneath the cy-
press vines they planted, beside the
crumbling arbors Of blighted VOWS
OF contasncy. Who among the mat
rons who have passed to the winter
side OF fifty years, with wrinkled
brows, the inheritance of all fair
faces, whose halr is strcaked with
gray, does not daily recall the never
forgotten loves dream? We prize
above all other gifts the memories OF
our once real love. Earth has no
spot SO dear as the one where we
first heard the words OF confession
received the rapturous kiss of deyo-
tion-ielt the warm embrace of
manly passion; We stood on the
sward OF an elysian land. Who
would cast into oOlivon's grave this
hour which awakened in our bosom
the tender emotions that we were no
longer mistress of our hearts.
Tie Tilted the jealous.spinster
would warn the unwary, unsuspici.
Gus g,rls that "men are not what they
seem.n "Trust them not, they are
fooling thee" 1t may be wisdom to
caution present victims Of tho wee
god against the shipwrecks OF the
barks OF domestic peace. Ignorance
proves her bliss; socn enough they
will discover, when sailing over the
ruffied, tossing seas OF lie, that there
is nothing true but heaven. If we
hinted marriage was a failure, aud
tba, IN the feast and the flowers too
often the skeleton OF regret conceal
cd his ghostly hand, sighs and tears
would take the place Of wedding
chiEcs, weeping and lamentation be
the funeral knclls Of hopeful love-
Who of those in the spring OF love
would believe such prem onilions
The exquisite delight of the dear old
OF love every maiden longs to read
she opens the prenilinary chapter
and cons with ardor her primary
lesson, caring nothing tor the end o
sequel.
we silver beaded wives must no