Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1875-07-03
rthe RosrcLE.
s. FILLIS WATERS.
BY HILDA.
CHAPTER XXI.
II looaIong the columed years.
And e iife's rfyen fane.H

snimmer0m Tue Drignt luminary 70
| gid the sitened foam. In the jew.
eled cang over head the stars are
keeping eir laughing vigil over the
fabled N,tune. Night on the bound.
less deep. Ali who can wildly de.
fine its gndeur. 1t is dark, sullen
beauty TIT appeals to mans proudesl
intellect, nd excites in his subtlest
imaginatil reverend homage. An
ocean steiner. brilliantly lighted, is
blowing Il Atlantic. The waves dash
against th hboat with slow regular lap
ping. andne passengers on deck look
ing seawsl inhale the fresh salt wind.
In throned cities and bustling vii
lagos, withight comessupreme silence.
Whilom hsy haunts are deserted, the
tide of coimerceis lulled in the bosom
of sleep. ad the dusty sidewalk gives
back no eaoing footstep. Gaily paint
ed signs CLAM forth in the starlight as
ghosts of ,traficking world, but the
pretty baules that hang out beneath
the suns gre to allure vain mortals
are hiddenAway. Aye, in the Silly
night comesrepose, and respite for the
humbiest. The weary yeolnan plod-
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ding homein the sIoaming. after a
hard days .abor. looks to night for
rest. 1t rlaxes the strained limbs,
and gives lew vigol for the ceming
day. A parting schpl girl, exhaust
ed by the d,y's study seeks her downy
couch and the drowsll god for renewed
strength. Sleep brigltens her intellect
and paints afresh theHowny cheek. IF
night brings in hersable train this
silence over surging fties. imagine its
potent sway over vile waste Of water.
Except an occasionl scream of the
sea-gull, the prineial silence is un-
broken. The starsIwink softly and
shyly at the images nfrrored so bright
ly beneath, and the moon slumbers
loyalty in her couchpf deep sapphire,
At one extreme endbf the steamer sat
two men, with their degant square toed
boots propped with abandonment on
the railing before them. They sat
drinking in the witciery of mid ocean
and an nlodor of fragrant
segars foated up from their seats.
Other passengers w9re slowly promen-
aiding the lunar lighted deck. Many
we're there on that brilliantly arrayed
steamer. Some upon whose brow time
had written age. ,nd stamped upon
hem its sign Of furowed cheek and
falling sight. Othgrs there were in the
sweet morning Of existence, when TO
bur unaccustomed eyes every by-path
,f dim old earth seems q gilded vista
IF hidden joys And then there were
some in life's beautiful dawn, fresh
With the dew Of purity and fragrant
With innocence. Some with the first
prayer qufivcril ca do baby lips.
Lead US not into temptation !" the
prayer that the fond mother teaches
Ter trusting child before its little heart
s sullied by sin. All! how often in
years when beguiling evils
rise, does the baby prayer come back
o our lips. When great, irresistible
rise before us and with
vooing charms invite our fall, and
Vhen, once yielding, we glance back
lpon the past, and 10 our pristine
'urity is fed, vanished. That SHIN
nering pearl of great price is darkened
nd defaced. Theu up from the depths
# grieVed hearts hutters the old words,
Oh! God, lead US not into temptation,
Ieliver us from evil. and make this
arth as thy kingdom" :"
Yes many throbbing hearts there
Tere on the blue bosom of the Atlantic.
firth, revelry and song held the
houghtless mortals in their charmed
Ali dreaming humans. do
ou realize that only few thin planks
re between you aud eternity? That
ou are floating across the bosom of
cath in bark as fragile as an un-
eined dream q? Lest a sad whisper
hould steal up from their unfortunate
osom, the silvered waves are ever
iDging low lullaby that appeals to
be heart, and gives strange content
,ent, 1t whispers softly as though it
-ere lovers impassioned tale, hushed
q sense of exquisite forgetfulness.
'ut the sad sea melody holds in its
song older and more touch
,g versions than lovers thrilling
tory. There comes up from the briny
epths the picture of pallid youth
mo was buried there deep. deep in
oral cave. His pathetic story is
herished in our memory now, with its
urden of bitter anguish. He sailed
ut from his home, hopeful and strong.
18th a kiss of love upon his lips, and
plighted vow within his heart. Man
: and stalwart, honorable and true,
he pathos of his sorrow finds deeper
But the proud form was
ent and the noble heart stricken by
ire disease, and when the sailor boy
,und that joyous life must be given
p, and cherished hopes relinquished,
be burden of his prayer was bury me
OF in the deep, deep sea" He i'm
lored them not to wrap his manly
,rm in billowy shroud. He spoke
{ his home, his childhood's home,
here the free, wild winds and the
ongs of the birds were perpetual
lelody. His mother, too, came in
hat racking vision, and her dying boys
cart yearned for one touch of her
and, and he loDged to know, ere his
ife's throb was DER, tbat when its
ountains would cease to gush the home
iols would come and to his tomb
ring floral tributes. But, ah there
, another, poor dying boy, whose
weet blue eyes yon will see no more.
he vows msst be broken, parting
lust come. We do not marvel then
I Grief upon the siDless brow. and n