Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1876-01-14

side ever lulling the senses into reposc,
the Goodness of Fortune all the time law
ishing her rarest gifts with a wild and
reckless hand, whilst to others, who
though possessing all the attributes of
true manhood every step is moistened
with tears or with blood
Other days-drcamy days, days of
love-how softly as an angels footballs
do the silver Innings of those rosy hours
break in upon us. like the shades of eve
ming slowly creeping down the mountain
side come the memories Of their primitive
influence How gently every cord of
the heart vibrates under the melody of
their touch ! Into what dreamy and
rich parterres of thought they lead us
How they recall the castles, in all their
classic and poetic architecture, which our
fancy delighted to build, and the little
deity which we placed therein. Oh how
that image looks out from the Aowery bow
ers Of the past, and causes us again to
dream of Heaven; days of love, days in
which eyes met eyes
t. And the beating of two fond hearts
Was the only music that we heard"
Other days-days of marriage-gold-
en- ripples on the sea; days when woman
stoops to gather hopes to blossom, but
which, alas sometimes withor on the
heart
Other days-days that were clark and
dreary"-days in which death invaded
the family circle and left it's dark shadow
np ho MI,
had been the unbroken altar of every
earthly affection; when weeping hearts
told of a vacancy that could never be
filled, and the paraphaEalia of mourning
sadly proclaimed that the "silvcr cord
was loosed' or the golden bowl was bro
ken" Perhaps it was some pious old
father, who in the richness of years and
the fulncss of time, after long, event
full and useful life, had at last yielded to
the ravage of time ; or could it he that
some hayward boy, once the pride of his
heart but now a stray leaf floating down
the waters of forgctfulncss, had caused
his hair to be silvered and dragged him
to an untimely and premature grave. -
Was it that some fond mother had closed
her eyes upon all that was dear to her
upon earth with what an anxious heart
she had watched all our wanderings. an
tlcipated every want, nursed us in sick
ness, caressed us in health. and remem-
bered us in her prayers even as her soul
ebbed into that shoreless eternity; it may
have been that the sobbing heart of some
young and loving wife, once blushing
happy girl, had at at last broken and
found rest in the grave-what more pro-
bable? She had watched all the day
long, she had prayed all through the long
dreary hours of the night for the coming
of his NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS. that once were
music to her ears-footstcps that seldom
came now, but coming told too plainly
that the soul bad been sullied with an
other nights debauchery; the beacon of
the grogshop Shining on through the
mist and the darkness Of the night, tell
ing that the way to perdition still was
open, and the eyes Of the rumscler were
ever on the watch) had Iurcd him from
his happy home, and now he returns to
behold the wreck which his own hands
had wrought; too late for reparaton, the
long, patient, agonizing struggle was
over the spirit had Acd-the little hand
which she gave with her heart was cold
and still in death In some neglected
corner in the graveyard a small stone slab,
with no inscription, can be seen, above
which the tall rank grass mods and rus
ties in the evening air the woodland
songsters never 90 there to MARBLE their
melodiesthe voice Of prayer is never
heard around this lonely and blighted
spot. Fiendish wretch you penned a
libel upon yourself when you told that
confding girl you loved her; you uttered
falsebood when you promised to honor
and to protect; if there be hell blacSer
than your miserable soul, man hath not
dreamed nor language painted it. Hearts
do break under such trials, they do worse,
they fall piece-meal into the grave; such
days Unjust be dark and dreary"
Other days-days of winter at the
heart-days in which some terrific re-
verse of fortune swept away luxuries and
wealth, after years of labor and toll, and
left the once proud possessor the object
Of want; when friends. one by one, for
sake him, and cold and heartIess world
passes by without look Of kindness or
word Of sympathy.
But here we will close. Why dwell
in contemplation upon so gloomy pic
ture The great breathing, moving can
vas Of life has quite enough of such dark
and sad scenes Let us, whilst we can,
turn 70 tho ,rood aud beautiful and ca I
live that when we come to the "sere leaf |
that soft and sunny days may be ours
such days as when the splendor Of the
ripened leaf and fruit CLOVIS in the rich, /
hazy sunlight Of an Indian Summer, and !
all is peace and beauty.
REVERE.
ALenandria, W, IAN. II, 1876.