The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1878-08-14
FoR TIE HEaaID.

FoR TIE HERALD.
DEAR HERALD: Again essay TO-
write, but this quiet uneEentful VII
lage of ours affords little fuel where
with to feed the hagging fires Of in-
agiuation.
The intense drougfs. vaiich for
weeks has prevailed iu :. section IS
becoming serious, anxious eyes daily
scan the heavens in eager expectancy
for the wished for cloud, and to-day
the long watch is rewarded
clouds gather darkly and precious rain
drops are falling. The little village
of 'Prosperity,'' in your County, is
we'll represented here by Iessrs.
Moseley, Boozer aud Brown, With
their families; all of whom are enjoy
ing in the highest degree onr mineral
water, bracing atmosphere and pleas
ant society. During the last three
weeks We have had an influx Of from
thirty to thirty-fve visitors intent On
health and pleasure, to whom the
grand old oaks which adorn and glori-
fy our Park extend generous shade,
and our softly plashiog fountain yields
with lavish bounty its crystal waters.
IL the sweetly solemn cleaning ne
stand on the rustic bridge. which spans
the silver streamlet that Wends It's
glittering way through this our mod
ern auburn"
And watch the moonlight shadows creep
About the groves and quiet streets.
Standing thus we gaze into the dark
beyond and as our eye turns from
group to group we miss fair face and
lovely form, low, soft voice and gen
tie step. Death, insatiate death, has
come again and borne hence one Of
our fairest flowers, Clara Lander, be-
loved niece of Rev. S. Lander D. d.
So bright for this our earth-ggarden
she has been transplanted to bloom
above in Gods own paradise of lore.
Can this be death? this placid brow,
This heavenly smile upon the face;
Has soul from body parted now,
And does il leave no fearful trace5
Aye! this is death, so cold, SO still,
These folded hands, this pulseless breast,
This solemn hush, this fearful chill,
Tells US the loved one is at rest.
In all the bright, glad beauty Of hap
py girlbood, with the elysian fields Of
life spread out before her, the sudden
summons came, but the Rock Of
Ages was her refuge, and brayely,
fearlessly the frail bark went OUT on
the dark river of death, and, thank
God, is now safely anchored on the
shore of eternal love.
Sad hearts break not, cease thy weeping,
She has only gone beforess
And will meet you at the turning;
As you near the golden shore.
Recently it has been our privilege
to meet some old friends who knew as
in childhood, friends whose sincere
esteem time with its manifold changes
has failed to dim. Dear to the hearts
Of all the great human family aresuch
meetings. To sit down together and
compare notes and contrast trials and
dangers incident to life's voyage, for
all in some degree, more or less have
their storms and sunshine, their joys
and tears, their lights and shadows,
but clinging to the spar Of faith let us
turn cur slight PROV on the broad
ocean of life, and cheered by radiant
beams from the light house of hope
steer bravely on for that distantshore,
Where mariners furl their wind-tossed sails,
And heed no more the boisterous gales,
For life's voyage is over, danger is past,
And all are anchored safe at last.
Williamson, S. G. MAGGIE.