New-York tribune., 1881-09-11

t. singular discovery was made in Paris one day las
eek, during the alterations which are now bein
rried out at the General Post Office. In pane
,ar one of the boxes, was found letter, which ma
zen posted exactly nifty years and which, by som
lschance, had got stuck in the panel instead of fnd
its way into the box The letter was duly forwarde
the party to whom il addressed who, still NOR
rangely, was alive, and who received it safely. Tn
rlter however, had been dead many years III tLondo
mes, July g, 1850.
Twas two and seventy years ago,
When Farmer George" was King,
And all his land a rarecshow,
With blossom OF the spring
The time when lovers courting go,
And little birds do sing.
They say that folks are wiser now,
And life has grown completer.
The old days were as sweet, trOw,
Perchance little swecter.
The birds upon the cherry bough
Have never changed their metro.
As eager were the hopes of men,
Their joys, alas "a fleeting,
And lovers vows rs potent then
10 set girls hearts a-beatlng,
AS tender was the springtimc, when
The newborn lambs were blcating.
Some things. thank God are lingering yet,
And never out of fashion,
1hc laws of stately etiquette
Have spared the tender passion,
Ana sometimes human eyes 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;
cloud hath passed q er Loves sweet star,
And darkened all the sky.
The youth he watched his true loves face
With angry, scornful glance;
"Adlcu,' ht cried, " "disdainlul Grace,
/ sail tonight for France.
Some happier man may have my place.
And please you more perchance.
"Adieu sirl" said the haughty maid,
Your fancy chimes with mine:
pray that when the anchors weighed,
1he weather may be fine;
100 long methlnllS you have delayed,
To taste the claret winc!"
And SO they part. these silly souls
With bitter words and sore,
And Times vast ocean moaning rolls
BctwiXt them evermore,
And they must Starvc on nlggard doles,
Who ieasted heretofore.
Awhile she said He loves me well,
III die but never doubt him,
Tomorrow he will break the spell;
He knows ] could not font him;'
Then blank, eternal silence fell,
She sighcd-and lived without him.
The days passed slowly into years,
The bloom of youth departed,
No eye bcheld her secret tears
Or saw the wound that smartcd
Hers was patient love that cheers
The sad ana broken-hcarted.
When fifty years had slipped away,
Life pains no more bcsct her:
This woman. faded. old, and gray
Her maid trips in with silver tray:
Madam, foreign letter!'
She took it with "A wondering smile,
Into her wrnklod hand.
She gazcd at il little while,
She could not understand
TWAS folded i'll an ancient style,
The ink was pale and tanned.
What ghost arises from the past
To scare that faithful breast
A dead mans message come at last
BY cruel Fate suppressed
Dear God she cried while tears fell fas
I'm ready for my rest"
40 love, forgive" the letter said.
| ,annot leave you So
Writ" but IA word, ere fate be sped
Whether you will or no: ~
And then the date the woman read.
Twas fifty years ago
She threw the easement open wide,
This lady most fOrlotn
A robin whistled sweet outside
Upon "A leailcss thorn,
And he sang of Love that had never died.
And the Resurrection morn.