The Centre reporter. [volume] (Centre Hall, Pa.) 1871-1940, 1877-03-15
VOLUME Y.

some one of the ohoir remarked behind
me in tome of deep sympathy
" Poor little May Auderly' Is Il not
sad that one So young and beautiful
should lie dying tins sunht sorug morn
ing T."
stopped 70 hear no more hut, stun
nrd and bewilierei. sought my shabhy
rom and locking out the cold uuiecl}ng
world tainted upon tho haay. When
consciousness returned, | thought how
,lrear my future life must hrncriouh be-
believed then i'm thr first great shock
that death had thus a,ll ct~i me. because
l, the plrhe an musician, hal mo- right
10 louk upon the purple aud golden
hauglugs et "youug luVvs dream.
That was only for the rich ani high,
Since then, wears with their better
cooler Judgment have taught me where
to look tor the silver Inning 90 the thun-
der cloud and tonight ! smile upon
even this shadow. knowing that in the
bright " ~ come al, wall lie clear as the
sun IN mid heaven.
Stealing softly oUt and down the tree
larkeuei streets Ia Dr, Auierly's ma,s-
sion, | entered the iron gate borlered
with tall dark eyrrErryus. and sat upon
the marble base OF the pretty fountain
sending ny SPRAYS If CRYSTAL water in the
silver moonlight as II there we're No such
thing in all the world rs sorrow or death
By the sound of passionate weeping cum-
ing through the half closed parlor blinds,
/ knew all Was over, and my darling
would sleep TIL Christ should come 10
gather mp his Jewels; and. kneeling there
amid the flowers, | watched with the
3eai inside until the first faint blush uf
morning painted the eastern SKY.
Beng neither friend nor associate of
the Auderlvs. / knew not how r. gam
one more look At my frozen darling and
sitting down upon the little hard bed,
the chief attraction of INV Attc room,
| vept as only Young, lonely man can
weep when he gives up, IN the fun tide
Of life his last hold of love uu earth 4
knock nj my door aroused me. aud ser
want handed In a card with the written
request that ! should play the funeral
dir-e ~ Miss Auierly, at her late resi-
deuce. Thankful for even this chance, |
bowed assent, determining music should
tell the lowering angel spirit, my deep,
Wild luye-loye that IN life | dared not
breathe, bat which III death became
slorlhel
Softly entering the dark room. fast
6lliug with weeping friends, | stood Tor IA
moment, before taking ms seat Nt the
organ, by the side Of the handsome rose
wood casket and gael for the last time
upon al tAGt was mortal of my idol The
little figure lav stiff and cold in It's bill
lowy robe Of white Tie waxen fingers
held - the silent breast pure white flow
ers. AMI lily slept IN the dark brown
curlS. Bending over her, | caught sigh;
Of mislaiu ringlet and gently replaced
i, allowing my hand t9 rest for an instant
on the pale, cold brow. That WAS my
farewell for earth.
feel tonight the separation cannot be
long, BOW. for | have grown old IN years
and the graSshopper Is become bur
then and often in the quiet II twilight
think hear the dip II the buatmaus
oars rs he crosses the river uf death,
and the cool, damp mist from IL, banks
arises and vets the old mans brow.
Al. Bell Seymour the hideous old
musician 50 worthless IN your merry
sight has q turned down leaf IN his folde,i
life all your beauty and wealth could
never bay. A white finger has pointei
10 me a country where no fa ling or part
NJ comes a country whose maker and
builder is God and | know some day.
pcrchance in the gathering twilight.
shall pass quietly away and take my
e chamber in the silent halls of death. "
Till then feel
Fg
That follows me ever aud near.
With soft. sweet ewes and with raven hair,
With yo.ee,ess bps. vet with breath % prayer
! feel but cannot hear