The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1880-06-18
Shy and By.s
BY MISS MATTE LEE CORNISH.

BY MISS MATTE LEE CORNISH.
There is sad sw ct melody in these few
Words--a music that sinks to the very deep
est recesses OF the heart, and casts DER it a
dreamy, indefnable spell. Rest cometh "by
and BY" rest and perfect peace; rest when
the tired hands are folded forever and the
heart has felt its last pangs of agony. For
some the "by and by is fraught with much
sweetness; for others the coming years con-
tain naught but shad w. Youthful minds
look up the corridors of time and find every
niche filled with sunshine. Enormous air.
castles are built, but it only requires time to
make them fal pictures are painted in the
dying embers brilliant, glowing pictures
with MT even dark back ground-yet a.
the days roll on, they are proved to be only
pictures, with no reality in them. 1t ia pleas.
ant to float thus down the smoothest part of
the stream. Surging pillows will be reached
all too soon; then our frail bark will be
tossed by the rough waves of humanity.
There ia such in life that is ANYTHING but
pleasant, yet youth is rarely ever clouded by
heavy shadows.
Old age looks on the ''by and BY" as time
OF rest. When the race is nearly run, the
approach of the goal is most gladly well
The life beyond is looked upon as being
more pleasant than that which lies on this
side. 'A'7
Those who have passed over the path know
It's roughness; but we who have lust begun
the journey think all is pleas ant. tn lesson
OF life is the most difficult of all to learn.
and one tn tpresents some new phase every
gay. The task is not completed till the tired
lids close forever over the sightless ewes. The
young look upon the future as containing !
.heir all; the pleasure and pains lie mostly
IN the "by and BY" and it is sweet to dream |
OF what is to come.
=, The hshermans fair daughter will sit on
me Deacn and watch the waves as
.ney roii ceaselessly up to caress
she white sands; will sit thus for
hours dreaming OF the time when the snow
capped waves will bear on their bosom 7t Tho
absent sailor lover.
Many vine-covered cottages contain dark.
eyed maidens who gaze wistfully ont nm tho
dusty road, strainng their ewes to catch the
first glimpse of familiar figure.
Some look forward to the time when loving
friends, who have "gons before,D will he
clasped in warm embrace--whep tinv dim
pied arms will again twine lovingly around /
the throat and baby tongues lisp that sweet.
est Of sweet words, "mama."
When the "by-and.by" holds an ANGEL !
baby II is looked forward to with rather i'm. !
patient feelings. Where the treasure is there
wili the heart be-; and If Heaven holds one 4
Lhat Is dear, will there not be chord that i.
'tili binds the hearts together--a golden chord
That even death cannot sever? \
Az eventide the sun sinks to rest behind =,
mountains of purple, gold.tipped clouds. a
eaving many strange thoughts and feelinos N
some are watching it for the last time as Il n,
passes slowly from view; the flame flickers al
Or moment, then is gone, leaving only a "
ifeless mass of clay. : " N,
George William Curtis, in one Of his OK. -
uisite sketches, most faithfully and truly O,
i.cusses this Of ment of hope and longing. II,
his hungoring of the soul--as no other writer W. We
as done. Some stern, stoical philosopher of
lay smile sneeringly and call us idle dream an an
y, properly idealists; but the richest pos. ~