San Marcos free press. [volume] (San Marcos, Tex.) 1877-1892, 1882-07-20

gathered in the sky, and the Wind'
howled around your pathway. The sur
gave 10 light, and you CROPPED about II
the darkness. How hard TO find tho
way! One by one your friends flee
from you or fell by the way side' anc
alone and unaided You travelled on ~
your uneven pathway. Your wife, VINO
had assisted you to walk Ill the right
way, was taken from You, and the ligh'
failed, the sky grew darker, and the
clouds seemed TO come down and rest
upon you. Business troubles followed
one upon another, and now you are
weary and disheartened and ready and
willing to go at the Masters call to that
home where the wicked cease from
troubling and the weary are at rest"
A bright fame leaps up in the CRATE
and carries you back to the time when
you spent your days in the little brown
school house under the hill. You see
the masters green chair, you see the
long row of dinner baskets" and in
the corner near the crcaking door, you
see the old dinted bucket which held
the sparkling water from the deep crys'
tai spring in the meadow. Down near
the second window You see the little
low seat which was occupied by you and
Harry Ray. And then you glance across
and your. heart sinks in sadness rs you
think of the little girl with sunny face
and golden curls who sat opposite. That
little girl became your wife and assist
ed vol, nobly in your life work. But,
at last she passed away, and left you
alone.
You go again, in Imagination, to the
cool sparkling spring out in the mead
ow. You can hear the water as it gush-
es out OF the rock and comes FLASHING
down, believing the "silver leaves" the
tender vines and the wild roses with it's
sparkling drops. When you VERIFYING
upon battlefield wounded and nigh
unto death, your mind ran back to the
days spent in the old brown school
house. You thought of the refreshing
shade under the mulberry tree, and you
longed, oh so much, to have drop of
water from that cool, sparkling meadow
spring. As if to make your thirst more
you could sec the water as
it gushed out of the rock-you could
see the "silver leaves" floating in the
spring, and you could hear the purling
sound of the water as it wandered on
aownsthrough the green, quiet meadow.
You see again the. little white church
in the valley, and as you come down
that long hill;you see the people gath
ering in for the morning Sabbath
school, just as they did in the days
gone by. The bell peals outS its call,
md again. with your books under your
arm, you take up your walk across the
avn, under the cool maple trees, into
he church, and down the broad aisle,
o your accustomed place. You see
gain your kind and faithful teacher,
With her smiling face and gentle voice.
Ter words of counsel and advice sank
leep into your heart, and were often
ernembered in the storms and strug-
lies of your after life. She, too, has
zone to the golden shore"
You remember the minister in the
Ugh pulpit, and how earnest he seemed
g he brought to the people the glad
idings OF great JOY" The earnest and
minister many yeas ago
eft his little flock and passed over to
eceive his reward from the Great Shop
lerd on high.
You are old, worn aud weary, aud
,ou ore now only waiting for "the
weet by and by" Your faithful and
owing life companion has gone before"
nd you look forward to the time when
he cares and trials and vexations of
his life shall end and you shall meet
Ter on the other aide, in the jasper
walls of heaven, where no farewells are
aid and where all is peace and Joy and
owe.