The Weston Democrat. [volume] (Weston, W. Va.) 1875-current, 1875-02-22

md serene flow Of qoict resignation,
which best puriaes, assures aud
e soul, may hQ draw con.
.eutmcnl ftom the deep wells Of mem-
oty. May he inliaIc peace from heay-
lnly faith, aud derive unspcakable
from the blessed hope Of the
spirit lifo-Ehoso everlasting hills seem
after so long journey, now that his
liIe.comppuiOn has disappeared beyond
them, So bright and 90 near.
Mourning friends, do you feel that
your aged relative IL deadI Somehow
do you NOT feel that she still lives 7
that gomsw hero she has found homer
that tho shadow which to-day rests up.
on her, appearing TO Us SO dark, may
be but ~ the quiet dreamy hour Of
rest, "bstwsen tho lights" when the
days WORK is done, SO full Of peace and
hope aud faith, that ii is like jacobs
sleep in the wilderness, a. the foo. Of
the ladder Of angels, whence this aged
one looks forward to tue coming morn
ing.
And what time to dic-what IN
hour for the faithful wife and teuder
mother to lie down cold aud Gtill in her
cottage home, How lorsakcn she
seems as she, ''all unconscious re-
seiycs tho tender caro- other Watching
neighbors and weeping friends.
Around her home the trees stand chill
and barc. There is no sweet glad
Dpss in their tops aud even the green
carpctSd Garth Is unclOthed and up.
p.ars s, cold-fOrsalsen-dcad. Aud
yet, Notwithstanding all these emblcns
Of cold neglect and death, we do not
believe that God has forsaken the
Garth.
'lFor soon rcyivlng plants and flowers,
Anew shall deck The plain.
The woods slhll hear the voice Of spring
And fourth green again.
Surely, If God will thus remember
the coldicy woods and death.shrouded
earth, willrerlotho thcn, and gil them
with sunshine, and make them vocal
with the songs Of birds, he will not
Eorsnkc this pale, helpless sleeper, will
not torsakc her IN her wioter grave.
The words Of st Paul declare this to be
true;
Nay, IN al these things We arc nor' IIIan
@ n.0u mi l Ds, .Hn 5CsS fS'
no: anfclS, nor nrIncipaIi'ic,, nor DO powtis,
nos llilngi present., nor things TO come. Nor
height nor s depth, nor any other creature
tol w When I 4 IN STs leans Ia mon or Lara ,SsS y
Our God Is not a summer God oply.
lint a winter Cod NJ vol Cad Il tbe
same ali tkeiyear yo,lnl-aacbanq ea.
bio 'alidst changing seasons. Go ipto
yondcr rroyo sfter n sipgls nisbt ol
rain and frost. Sec Ia bare bfancl,cs
oeaaspt vi,b ;po, SEQ how lsafIssa 4,
.Iis-,tis n nerfoct tvnp Of All thai / have
saba typo Of uucllaupipn wisdom
aud loyc midst cbauniuc soasons.
ILLsr SrRiso. Il was very BEAUTIFUL be
meath lis load Of bud aud blossom. |.
And as wo sassd upon It's soft yernnl
1 alories-its innppierablo objects ofucw
.Iiitc-its surprising trausfsrma,iops.
and heard lilo recall of winter as he
sounded his trumpet and called his
storms away, We said how very beauti.
ful is sptiuS.
LAST svNMEnrlotbsd in royal robes.
liz proudly held above our heads It's
dense aud heavy foliage. asi waved H.
green aud purple plumcs in tie passing
| breeze. As we gazcd upon ID noon.
day spIendors We heard os il from the
under. tones Of q choir, whisperiugs Of
tho "sappner land" oyersprtsdiug oil
death, all pain, all time, all tears, and
We said. more beautiful than spring is
Summer.
LAsr AUTUMN, came over lakes and
rivers, across mouutains aud plaius,
with tito splendor oil its blazing ban.
ners like the march Of some grand ori.
entail army In olden story, aud dccketl
it with crimson, scarlet aud gold. As
VIC gazcd upon its sunset gIurics, We
breatAei a prayer that the evening Of
our autumual day, may put on such
aurorial tints, when we stand on the
cold beach that ffinges the eternal yea.
aud fado into tho golden light Of etcr.
NIFTY. Again we laid more beautiful
than ito fresh gtcon spring or summer
prime, is autumn.
And nOa, when 1t is scre cold WIs-
ter. and there is neither lrui. or foil.
age upon its bare branches, it tell, us