The farmer and mechanic. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1877-1885, 1883-10-17

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The deaths of Wm.H Dorr1t aud hi.
brother. In e@Liuic Dorrit, are heanti
tailx described wm, Durrit had s,.eni
,hsny years Of hts life in Marshsfsra
Frissan tie received a large furtune
~iif.e. there.H wss released and went
sbroAa as gentleman Of wealth ard
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en down sud imagined that be was again
"a The Msrshaiscs. He continued uuder
this Illusion until as Dickens says
uG rQuletly, quietly, all the lines of th,
plan of the great castle mslted. one after
another Quietly, quietly, the ruled
aud crossrued countenance on witch
tbev were traced became fair aud blank
Quietly. quietly, the reflected marks OF
the prison bars and Of the zig-zag lrou
% the wall faded away. Quietly. quietly.
the face sutsided into far Younger like
ness OF her own than she had ever seen
cen under the gray hair aud sank tu
rest.
Il was moonlight night but the
moon rose late, being long past the full.
When II was high in the peaceful irms
uient, it shone through half closed blinds
INTO the solemn room where the slumb-
lings and wanderings Of a life had 50
lately ended Two quiet figures were
within the room two figures equally still
and impasslve, equally removed by an
untravrrsable distance from the teening
earth ard all th.t it contains. tboueh i
soon to lie in it. Oac figure reposed
upon The bed The other. kLeeling on
the tlodr, dropped over it the arm,
easily and peacefully resting on the GOV
eriet the face bowed down so that th.
lips touched the hand over which It's last
breath 1t had bent The two brother,
were with their Father far beyond the
twilight judgements OF this world high
above it, mi It's and obscurities. a"
In The Long Voyage one Of his
short sketches there is very striking
piece on dying: Thoughts of voyaper
Unexpectedly summoned from home, Who
travelled vast distance, and could now
return Thoughts Of this unhappy way-
farer in the deplhs Of his sorrow, in the
bitterness of his anguish, I'm tn, heln
lessness OF his self reproach, in the des
,eratlon ot his desire to set right what
he had left wrong, and do what he had
left undone For there were man, ,many
things he had neglected Little matter.
while be was at home and surrounded by
them, but things Of mighty moment
when he was al an lmmea surable distance.
There were many many blessings that he
had ina equately felt there were many
trivial injuries that he had not forgiven.
there Was love that had been poorly re
turned, there was friendship that he had
too lightly priced there was a million
kind words that he might have spoken.
a milIioo kind looks that he mlght have
given, unccuntable slight easy deeds IN
which he might have been most truly
great and good. Oh, for day (he
would exclaiml, for but one day to max e
amends But the Gun never shone upon
that happy day. aud out of his remote
captivity he never came Why was THU
travellers fate oh-suring on New Years
Eve, the other histories of travellers with
which my mind was filled but now, and
cast a shadow over me
Must | one day make this journey ?
Even 80 Who Shall say that | may not
then be tortured by such late regret.
that | may rot then look from my exile
on my empty place and undone work. |
stand upon a sea shore, where the wave,
are years. They break and fall, and /
may little heed them, but with every
wave the sea i. rising, and | know that
it will fioat me on this travellers yoyage
at last.
There are many a. pretty III his other
works, but longer, and fear have al
ready written too much.
JrDIrH.