The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1882-03-05
a MESSAGE FROM THE
DEAD.

a blnRuIhf discovery was n a0o
Paris one day last week, during the alter
atoms which are now being carried on
at the general postoffice. In q panel
near one OF the boxes, was found lei
ter which had been posted exactly fit.
years ago, and which, by some mis-
chance. had got stuck in the panel, in
stead of finding its way into the boz
The letter was DULY forwarded to tb
person to whom it was addressed, who
still more strangely, WAS alive, and VIII
received it safely. The writer, however
had been dead many years.-Londo'
Times.
Twas two and seventy years ago.
When Farmer George" was King,
And all his land rareethow,
With blossoms Of the spring
The time when lovers counting 60,
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 sweeter.
The BIRDS upon the CHEEKY bongh
Have never changed their meter.
As eager were the hopes of men.
! Their joys, alas! as heetlng,
| And lovers vows ss potent then
To net girls hearts beating.
AS tender WIS The spring time, when
The newborn lambs were bleatiDg.
Some things, thank God, Sre lingering
yet,
And never out of fashion;
The laws Of ktAtaly aLinuptte
Have sLsred the tender passion,
And sometimes human eyes are wet
With tears of soft compassion.
s. down Times vista. faint and far,
Two lovers we desc7y;
Apsrt they stand some sudden jar
Disturbs their harmony;
A cloud hath passed o',r Loves sweet
star,
And dArkened all the sky.
The youth be watched his true loves face
With angry, scornful glance:
".Adie," he cried "disdainful Grace,
sail tonight for France.
Some happier man may have my place,
And please you more, perChance."
"Adieu, sis! said the naughty maid,
Your fancy chimes with mine;
! pray that when the anchors weighed
he weather may be fue;
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 eveImore,
and they must stalvs on niggard doles.
Who Toasted heretofore.
Awhile she SAID: she loves me we'll,
III die but never doub: him,
Tomorrow be will break the spell;
He knows l could not fout him."
Then blank, eternal silerce fell,
Size sighed-and lived without him.
The days passed slowly into years,
The bloom If youth departed;
No ey 9 beheid her secret tears,
Or raw The wound that smarted;
Hers YVES the patient love that cheers
The sad snd brOken-Aearted.
Wien ffty years had passed away,
Life's pains no more beset her;
This woman faded, old and gray,
Waits ioT the Life that's better;
He; maid trips in with silver tray:
Madam, foreign letter." |
She took it with a wondering smile.
I0to her wrinkled hand.
She gezad al it little while,
She could not understand.
Twas folded in an ancient style,
Tie ink was pale and tanned.
" hat ghost arises from the past
To scare that faithful breast?
4 dead mans message came al last,
BY cruel Fate suppressed
Dear God" she cried, while tears fell
fast,
"I'm ready for my rest"
oh love, forgive" the letter said,
Il can not leave you so,
Write but word, ere fate be sped,
Whether you will or no."
then the date the woman read
Twas fifty years agol
She threw the easement open wide,
This lady most torlorn;
A robin whistled sweet outside,
Upon lesAess thorn,
And sang the Love that never died,
And the Resurrection morn.