The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1880-08-11

MRS. n. Is. Larson, Princlpal.
There Is q touch of sadness expressed in
the words, never more" With what
spirit of melancholy the genius Of Poe tinged
these words when he wrote the Raven"
chat embodiment of despair, the reading
of which makes one feel depressed.
i How cast down must the lonely disciples
have felt, when they thought of their depart
ed Lord and knew that they would never
more hold sweet intercourse with him.
What painful throb of sadness we feel
when we realize that we shall never more look
upon some scene which has grown dear to u.s.
The minister, who has preached his last SER
mon to people whom he loves the teach
or, who has taught for the last time the
student, who has spent his last day in school /;
these, all know the bitterness of those two
words, Never more.'
with feeling of regret when life's work is
awaiting him.
AS our birthdays come, each one bearing
us always nearer and nearer to the very end,
the end which il universal, how the pathos of
never more is borne into our souls. Perhaps
we never feel more keenly the force of these
words than when looking upon the face of
one from whom the spirit has flown. How
many thoughts arise in our minds never
more to participate in lifes joys or sorrows !
Never more to meet in the family circle =
Never more to bow at the family altar but
gone forever from this world.
How apt one is to look back at the close of
the year and remember the friends whose
spirits have departed and whose bodies are
resting meath the snow.
Time is swiftly passing away, to-day win
soon be numbered with the past whether we
have redeemed the time or not, it will soon
be gone never more to return. My school,
mates, as we look back over the pleasant
school days spent together, we may see, that
we have not always improved these golden
opportunities, yet we trust that the faithful
instruction we have received win not be fruit
less.
As the Glass of 80 leaves you, never more
to return, there fingers in our hearts tender
memories Of yon all. There's something in
the parting hour, that chiIls the warmest
heart, but kindred, comrades, school-mates,
friendsare fated all to part,
Let us strive so to live that when We have
finished our voyage, never more to be tossed
to and fsopn HES stormy sea, we may hear
the never more gladly that it may fall upon
our ears with no mournful cadence, but with
that blessed peal of gladness with which the
solitary family floating on worldwide sea,
heard the promise, !" Never more shall the
waters cover the earth" With. that joyful
tone of release, with which the bondman
hears that forever more he is free. With that
ringing sound of victory, which announces
the conflict is ended Never more the strife
and tumdlt of battle, but the captains well
come words, well done, good and faithful
soldier /" .fe ~ e.-
When all the regrets, all the disappoint-
ments, all the ,unsatisfed Iongings,. all the
sorrow of earth 81 Never more q shall have
passed away with death, and the e Forevers y
of eternal life shall begin, may one and all
gathered here to-day, live their forever with
the Lord. -.,5. i. 81 sss,,..,
LIZZIE M. READING.