The Morristown gazette. [volume] (Morristown, Tenn.) 1867-1920, 1876-08-16
The Morristown Gazette.
MEMoRYS JEWELS.

Read by Miss BIoLLTE Ions at the
closing exercises of Messy Creek Female
Institute, Friday, June 10, 1876
ADDRESS TO THE AUDIENCE.
Before I begin. to read my few rhymes, -. -
There is,one important fact want to impress on
,ris Gi SIMPLY slis my nina is an uncutisated twig,
A Byron Milton, Shakespeare, you could not
expect me to be
Yes, my rhymes win be simple, because al also
agree with the poet in saying, II scorn 70 MT
On the wings Of borrowed w.t."
:
Once, when the twilight began to smile, it found
me in my chamber alone,
1t was then my mind looked back on the howery
fields that time had mown; sfL -
Thus silent sat, my mind basking in the realms
~ OF reYerie, --s--EF. -.-.at@
The bright visions before me then, suggested my
subject, "Jewels Of Memory"
Yes, fast thoughts were kissing my brow,
Such kisses bestowed by angels really believe,
At that moment was startled hush a knock,
a step at my door; no first memory arranging
her parlor, me to receive.
Yes at that moment, heaven seemed to open her
portals to me -s-F Ff
Az Miss Menory's Jewels conducted nee in her
4heF 81 4 fh5 isag s. dreams yes dreaming
=" dreaming p . ' - -
Was it my coy little room, my books around were
Or, it SOlOmon's temple, rebuilt OF rubies and
gold,
Az admiration from beauties around en-
But my deliriOus thoughts were meTowed by q
pathetic tone;
ba s9y g6 seg wh9 iEs R9fs IR6afs gR g Ans g ss
yes, built my parlor walls out Of paat time
T|aid the eorIef stone when the arst intellectual
spark left its finger prints the mind I'd -
Nor yet yet, have re-. my mansion complete, -. :
wings sweep,
Nor viii deny but what eternity may round my
mansion sing her songs, .-,-,,,,
For know by means of me, DiYies looked back on
earth and said, oh, brothers depart from
wrong.
In the paPior, beheld beautiful picture, - -5rr
FSoked as il Michael ANGELO naq tOleHed brush,
ftWss little maid, on her CHECK I'VE summers had
Eissed bltsh; 3" "a '''' - 30 =
For nern6ry had paintsd for her such Jewels a1
aqlls pictorial books and slates, ~ RI
AZ turned my bead, what else did spy
Another picture with 2 sparkling eye
saw teens bending down and kissing fair maid
~ FAN iar - the sentimental helds she wished to
To an additional number of jewels she feH heir,
And one was beauty, which on her forehead was
Another was win, was John, was Tom, was Joe,
All, indeed thing esch would make handsome
beau,
But the most prominent ones, were diamonds,
rings, and q4eenIy dress
As she tried each on, al she beheld herself in the
Now, when read this, memory give her lips
a curl,
And she said these are the jewels have set apart
Now to me She said .syou must not become indig-
1ant, as this is not applied to you girls in
gor you gre, qF shauid be- exceptions to the gener
al rule.n
But the most touching picture saw, f have not
1t "0ld Age" sitting by his grave tuning to his
Tyre the song, At viii never forget"
All yes ''the orchard, the meadow, the old oaken
bucket which hung in the weH,"
Around me now, they seemed to throw a magic
That mother, whose soul heavenwards has taken
it, Aight,
Her words, her eOtiOns, her deeds, time can never
benight.
Now if any of your souls are about to verge into
would advise You to walk into Memory's parlor,
For she is that maiden, always nigh,
With her garlands Of flowers she gathered in time
She pIucks bright flowers from their delicate stems
And places them in casket and calls them Men-
In the pSst~not the future-we wen know she
exists,
For she is always repaintng past pictures that kiss
She brings up the relics that time would steal
away,
And lavishes one look on them and makes them
see her opening that box which has the golden
clasp, 4E
And in it. one by one, she drops her treasures she
gathered in the past;
Yes, She is that angel whom all minds adore,
And hear her say when another she adds to her
and ore.
I know, imagination pleasures from the future
may CLEAN,
Che may climb to regions where mortal eye has not
seen;
She may talk of her diamonds rare, of which mans
mind has won, 4st arl
But Memory say stand back, stand back i'm
aguatiOn (; reality is my hsnd-maiden, my
heart and hers must beat In unison.
Yes when return home in my lonelisst hours,
Then VIII come Memory with her wreatAs of
flowers,
And one bright leaf win be the name of my dear
music teacher, MRS. JOHNSON, and on others
my school mates.
The storms of adversely may come, but the kind
thoughts of them will never abate,
And ask memory to retain for them,
The thoughts of me portion of their gems
And here is my dear teacher, PROF. BRowE,
His words OF instruction memory has all written
down,
He has been beacon to guide in what path to
pursue,
His landmarks memory has painted the most vivid
hue, -
And il perch ance this old INSTITUTE never
ceives a student again,
must tell you PROF. BROwN, your goodness and
kindness will be one Of Ny MEMORT's BRIGHT
Est GEMS!