The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1881-10-08
A Message From the Dead.

A singular discovery was made in Paris one
day last week during the alterations which
are now being carried out mt the q General Post
office. In panel, near one of the boxes, was
found letter, which had been posted exactly
nifty years ago. and which, by some mschance,
had rot stuck in the panel instead of finding
its way into the box The letter was duly for
wapied to the person TO whom IL was ad-
dressed VINO. still more strangely, was alive.
and who received It snfely. The writer, how
ever, had been dead many years.-LOnd0h
Times.
Twas two and seventy years ago,
When "Farmer George" was King,
And all his land a Tareeshow,
With blossom Of the spring
The time when lovers counting 20,
And little birds do sing
They say that folks are wiser now,
And life has grown cOmpleter.
The old days were as sweet, troW,
Pcrcbance alittle sweeter.
The birds upon the cherry Dough
Have never changed their meter.
As eager we're the hopes OF men,
Their Joys. alasl as ieetnE,
And lovers VOWS rs potent then
To set girls hearts a-beattnR.
As tohdcr was the spring-t'me, when
The newborn lambs were beating.
Some things thank God. are lingering yet,
And never out of fashion;
The laws of stately etiquette
Have spared the tender passion,
And sometimes human eyes are wet
With tears of soft compassion.
So down Times vista, faint and far,
Two lovers we descry;
Apart they stand some sudden Jar
Disturbs their harmony:
A cloud hath passed DER Loves sweet star,
And darkened all the sky.
The youth he watched his true loves face
With angry. scOrnful glance;
"Adeu,' he cried, 'disdainful Grace,
sail tonight for France,
Some happier man may have my place,
And please you more, perchance."
'"Adeu, sirv said the naughty maid
"lour fancy chimes with mine;
pray thai when the anchors weighed
The weather may be fine;
Too long methinks you have delayed
To taste the claret wine!'
And so they part. these silly souls,
With bitter words and sore
And Times vast ocean moaning rolls
BetwiXt them evermore,
And they must StarYe on niggard dolcS,
Who feasted heretofore.
Awhile she said: ale loves me we'll
I'll die but never doubt him,
Tomorrow he will break the spell;
He knows | could not tlout him"
Then blank, eternal silence fell,
She sighed-and lived without him.
The days passed slowly into years,
The bloom of youth departed;
No eye behcld her secret tears,
Or saw the wound that smarted;
Hers was the patient love that cheers
The sad and broken-hearted.
When fifty years had passed away,
LIES pains no more beset her;
This woman, faded, old and gray,
Waits for the Life that's better;
Her maid trips in with silver tray:
MADAM, foreign letter!'
She took it with wondering smile,
Into her wriukled hand, ....
She gaZed at It a little WHILE ..
She could not un ierstand.
Twas folded in an ancient style,
The ink was pale and tanned.
What ghost arises from the past
To scare that faithful brcast2
A dead mans message come at last,
By cruel Fate suppressed
"Dear Cod she cried, while tears fell fast
I'm ready for my rest" tg
30 love, forgive" the letter said,
81 can not leave you so,
Write but q word, ere fate be sped,
Whether you will or nos"
And then the dnte the woman read
Twas fifty years agol
She threw the easement open wide,
This lady most fOrlorn,
A robin whistled sweet outside,
Upon a leaHeSs thorn,
And lang of Love that never died,
And the Resurrection morn.