The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1874-06-17
calls! See, she beckons Yes, love, l
will come. hut wait till I prsy.

will come, but wait till pray.
"Homeloss, with rs fair an estate rs
there is in ali England The sole rep
resentatiye Of time-honorcd race,
wanaerer on the face of the earth. The
whole world stretches out before me
one dreary inteTminable waste. can
not keep myself still, have no energy
to impel me on. | wander about with
out motive, without aim. A very Cain
without a crime. My punishment is
greater than | can bear
80 Emily, Emily, how different it
might have been! How | should have
rejoiced to hear thy light step echoing
through the halls.of that old pleasant
home Of my ancestors! To see thy
gentle innocent sembance first among
the stately danes of the Esst gallery,
fairest, loveliest Of them all thyself
enshrned in my heart, the honored,
worshipped mistress Of my happy
home | would have sheltered thee,
my darling, my precious lamb, aud
thou couldst have made my happiness.
"What fearful power to be vested
in another, and she that light thearted,
girlish being to WELD that power to
my destruction. Was it wise, Emily,
to discard the love that had grown
with my growth and strengthened with
my strength for one so utterly un-
worthyf They told thee there was in
sanity in our family, and so interfered
between us-but he whom they have
chosen will trample on thy trusting
heart till. it breaks. My poor, timid
dove, God help thee "a wounded
spirit who can bear?" | have borne
it more than year! What a lifetime
of wretched days and sleepless nights
Yes, dear, l will bear it no longer, l
am coming.
"The stars are shining and half the
inhabitants of the globe are wrapped
in slumber! Cold, cold, lonesome, and
Emily out there waiting. Is there
another among all Gods creatures so
wretched, desolate, Injured to sorrow.
Man Of SORROWS have mercy on mel
i 4
The stranger was laid to rest in the
quiet grave with the miniature of his
beloved cn his heart. 1t is beautiful
spot where they have laid him. "The
narrow house" occupies high bluff
of the river shore, and there, on the
farthest point of it, where there is the
most extensive view of the river wind
ing its solitary way afar off, under tall
trees beautiful with sunshine and verdi
ure, and tuneful with the songs Of birds
and whispering b-eezes, simple white
cross points out the strangers grave.
An old white headed man may still
be seen there occasionally watering
the grass and training the flowers his
trembling hands have planted with
reverent care and if you approach
him with kindness and tact, he will be
very apt to tell You with tears in his
eyes, how the noble hearted dead un-
der that stone periled his life for him,
for him, poor old ferryman, and as
he goes on in his story he will point
you to the old deserted stone house
from which the stranger rescued him;
and then, lowering his voice, he will
tell you of the miniature Of the beau
tiful lady of his love, and then com
ing nearer, and in whisper, while the
tears course slowly down his furrowed
cheek, he will hint about his melan-
choly death, and finally with fervent
"God rest his soul !" turn away and
busy himself about the grave again.
Poor old Stephie little while, a
very little while, and he too will seek
a resting place where Nellie is sleep
ing in the chrrchyard and there will
be but that cross and this simple rec
ord to tell of the strangers grave.
On CITY, January, 1874.