Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1886-09-28
THE OLD HOME.
.r.or,es from the 'sDays that are
no More.o
From tAs London Globe.

NO More"
From the London Globe.
1.trolI along q country lane on peace
g., summers evening towards the old
raurts OF my childhood days. The con-
.ontsd low of cattle, the buzz OF the late
.~i,,rg bee resting on every bright flower
torsgsIe itself before the petals close, the
t,nS1e ~ some distant bell, with other
sounSs Joining in natures evensong to
,volcome the coming night, are borne to
.ne now and again by the cool, fragrant,
taoantsd breeze, That wind Is sigh
! nay Continually up in the ancient oaks,
InSs,inding me OF days when, "creeping
Le.,iIIingiv to school," fingered beneath
. w. shade. throwing stones up tor aoorEs,
Snv MA in their topmost branches, imagiL.
DC mvselfa second King Charles little
ha.o If no small order. 1t 10 thirty years
s;noe | last passed this way. wen 90
saroember that morning. MY father held
sr psnd. giving me advice as we drove
.ay,ha nearest citation; and John, the gard
Lar wore his cinnamon colored, time
,"..nr1 yfvery. only sported on rare occas-
80 Fut that was a rare occasion, and
So every since remained the event OF my
S.fs For stMaster LoneP' was taking bis
,danarture for q trip around tne worlu,
mile dreaming that the WINDS OF rate
would keep him for thirty years away
~ %hings nave changed since then
pha ratherP He is dead now many years
have even lost his miniature, And
ri INV old schoolmatesf Some are dead,
400 and others beyond the sea. And my
S,tis swsetbeartP She has probably for
cotten me. Still 1t is my duty, for old ao-
Suaintanoe sake, to visit these scenes
ssaip-a sort of sad pleasure. Here am
once more on the village green. Inere 10
INV old seat beneath the lime tree. l
~order II those initials are there which
Carved in that last walk with little May,
Srhen we sat beneath its shade and made
tbose loyers' vows which were never kept,
~ has time obliterated those tokens tooY
She would scarcely know me now. what
has become of her? She must be woman
and married. Yes, here are the letters
i. r., N. 7.
What numbers Of young lovers seem to
have sat here since my day. telling one
smother. no doubt, the same old story
What q profusion OF names and dates
What different tales they could relate
now-of unreuuited love, of unhappy
quarrel, of forlOrn hope, Of life misspentl
PERHAPS NAV sometimes came during my
absence, and thought Of our walks and
confidential talk. will rest here awhile
and dwell on the past. seem to remem-
Der that large quaint stable over there:
Yes. that was the village smtthy. Old
Daniel is dead, suppose. have often
stood open mouthed gaping in at the door,
watching the huge bellows blowing the
furnace into fiery glow, and scattering
sparks far and near; and we'll remember
how one morning he let me In ana showed
me around because l was cold, having
lust returned from walk with May
through the snow from school. Ali and
there is where she used to live. We often
sat together beneath that porch, eating
bread and honey making acorn necklaces,
reading fairy tales, or sucking the honey
suckle which grew above the doorway.
There stands the we'll. Old Hannah many
time blessed me for tying the handle up
or hiding the bucket. The poor thing must
have missed me every time she hobbled
there to draw mater. And now, listen
Ihear the same church bell ringing that
used to call US children to morning and
afternoon service. She and i used to sit
side by side and hear the rector preach
ing. have not entered a church now for
twenty-three years. Shall attend SER
vice this lovely summer evening, or sit
here and think on? Those bells have a
charming, pleading tone that awakens
conscience and memory.
My eyes are dim with childish tears,
Ny heart is idly stirred.
For the came sound 10 in my ears
Which in those days heard.
have some few minutes still. The
tustics are lolling about the door just as
they did thirty years ago-and they seem
TO have just as little to say to one another
as they had before the days of general
franchise. They, at least, are not much
changed. l will take a stroll in the
churchyard before service. ALL that
rusty bell which Is now inviting me has
tolled muf1ed requiem for many who
long ago have found safe anchorage in the
aayen OF death, and lie here peacefully,
aheir moss.cOvered tombstones standing
Is the milestones of life's pilgrimage on
The high road to eternity. Here ie one
small stone, heading little for.
saken grave. wonder IL l can read the
name.
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