The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1884-06-26

sang. And with closed eyes / waited |
and knew the measurement was per- |
fected when he went on:
"a span is all that we can boast,
An inch or two of time;
Man is but vanity and dust"
A search for the drawing knife |
stopped his song. and as q cloud drifted |
over the sun and soothed all the land |
with shadow, grandma sang in the
plaintiye strains of China:
'WeIl might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut his glories in,
When Christ the mighty Maker, died
For man, the creatures sin. T"
While like a triumphant echo from
the work bench end of the choir came
ringing the glorious strains of ''St.
Martins thrilling and inspiring as a
blast of trumpets, cheering as bugle
call, grand in its tone of mistaken con-
fidence:
Beneath the shadow of Thy throne,
Thy saints have dwet secure;
Sufficient is Thine arm alone,
And our defense is sure"
But the cloud drifted away and the
sunburst of light blazed over the earth
again, and in stately measure "Dun-
dec swelled in its half note step from
the bench:
"A faith that shines more bright and clear
When tempests rage without;
That when in danger knows DO fear,
In darkness feels no doubt
1t may have been the majestic old
tune, or it may have been, / rather
think it was, the cooling wood dove,
mourning in the tall old elm down by
the horse well, that made grandma sing:
Return, oh, holy dove, return,
Sweet messenger of rest;
hate the sins that made thee mourn
Rock, rock. rock, the old straight
back rocker finished the verse without
words, and in a moment the whirling
fight of my pigeons sweeping from the
barn roof over to the cool woods changed
grandma's song to joyous "Amster-
DAM"
''Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings,
Thy better portion trace;
Rise from transitory things,
Toward Heaven thy native place.
Sun, and moon, and stars decay,
Time shall soon this earth remove,
Rise, my soul, and hasse away
But grandpa, with lusty arm and
changing hammer, beating on the iron
rings that bound the ends of the single
tree, sang aloud, with terrible voice,
that direful old revival hymn that used
to melt with sudden fear the trembling
souls of impenftent youth:
''Say, have you an arm like God,
That you His will oppose?
Fear you not that iron rod
With which He breaks His foes?'
And.like a soothing balm to his
avenging chant that seemed to echo the
dread thunders of Sinai, came the
mourning notes of the wood dove, and
dear old grandma s sweet "Aletta":
weeping soul, no longer mourn,
Jesus all thy griefs hath borne;
View Him bleeding ON the tree,
Pouring out His life for thee;
There thy every sin He bore,
/ Weeping soul, lament no more.
A distant strain of song from the men
in the field with Uncle John caught the
old mans ear, and he Strengthened him.
self q moment, to rest or to listen. He
| looked at the reapers, then down at the
mulberry trees by the spring in the
pasture, across at the long ranks of
corn, at the golden field OF oats, wait
ing impatiently for the reapers a.d
sang:
ION Jordans stormy banks I stan&
And cast wistful eye
/ TO Canaan's fair and happy land,
/ Where my possessions lie
While like benediction came chanting
into his song the mourning dove and
grandma's Zion,
HAS thy night been long and mournful2
Have thy friends .unfaithfH proved2
Have thy foes been proud and scornful,
By thy sighs and tears 1nmoyed?
/ Cease thy mourning:
Zion still is well beloved"
DoxoLoGY.
A rattle of wheels down the carriage
drive, chorus of pleasant voices and
rippling laughter, cataract of talk, of
band box and package and sample and
price list, and news of the friends in
Peoria; who is dead and who is mar
ried, who they saw and what he said
the girls have returned from town, the
service of song is over and his last
hymn mingling with the joyous laugh
ter and merry chatter of bis girls, as he
drove the horses over to the barn, ]
heard grandfather softly singing to
| aOrtonville:o
| "Why should the children of king
Go mourning all their days?'
--Robt. j. Burdette, tn Brooklyn EGdEe
--e--s---
1T is claimed that fewer men are
excused from jury duty in Philadelphia
than any other city in the country. The
Judges have entire charge of the mat
ter, and most of them are very particu-
lar. They take few excuses Deafness
and diseases that prevent sitting long
| in one position are the principal ones.
In that city even members of the bar
sit on juries.
William Hyatt and John Bush, oi
Marion, O., were eating supper alone
when thunderbolt struck their house.
They still sat erect. though both were
dead. Not q scar was found upon
them, m,~= lgevelaHd Leader,