The weekly sentinel. [volume] (Winston-Salem, N.C.) 1886-1887, 1886-12-16

father, whose decease was to place nae
in his adopting care.
The clear blue eyes of my German
music-teacher, and his sympathetic
tones of sweet encouragement together
with his warm afectionate nature will
always remain with me, as loving to-
kens of one, whose place in my heart
will be hallowed by the sweet memo
ries which fill it, memories of true
earnest friend, whose loss, I so sincere
ly deplore. Conrad caused my other
perturbation of mind, for hearing in
some unaccountable manner, of my
approaching change of name, he wrote
to me, letter of such reproachful
tendency, as to make me almost feel,
as if I had wilfully trifed with his
affections, and thus succeeded in
blighting his life. In VAIN do Leonard,
Belle, and in fact all the family try
to convince me of the unjustness of
any such reproach, as my manner to-
wards my persistent admirer savored
more of rudeness than encouragement,
still am beset with vague misgivings
as to my conduct towards him, yet
cannot see how my treatment could
have produced such an erroneous i'm
preston, except that his dizziness was
unable to comprehend my meaning.
Fathers health improves, away
from the spot, now rendered so direful
in his memory, by the performance of
that horrible deed, inhaling the invig-
Grating air of the ocean, laden with
the smell of salt, as it comes in the re-
freshing breeze, and fans our heated
brows.
To me also the grand study Of the
mighty deep brings calm restfulness,
even in the contemplation of its stor-
my nature.
1 love to look upon it in its fitful
moods, ever changing, never at any
moment just quite the same. Now
slightly ruffled by some passing storm
it manifests its anger, in the lowering
from which gathers upon its counte-
nance, and the muttered growing,
with which the turbulent waves
threaten danger, and destruction to
those who lie in its path.
Again, when the furiousness of its
passion augments the frowns, into the
frightful contortions of an Infatuated
mind, and the threats Of the waves
give full meaning of their power, as
with the force of giants, they raise
their being arms, hurting with de-
struction in their grip, the mammoth
dwellings of the ocean, filled with
their shrieking, prayerful, imploring
victims, and finging them aside as
feathers, to meet their fate, demands
in its laundering tones, which resound
with tempestuous wrath, for more,
still more, ere its insatiate thirst for
mischief is quenched.
There is yet one more expression of
this glorious waste of waters, which
charms me to its side. It is when its
storm tossed, tempestuous character is
laid aside, and in tender gentleness,
humming some musical lay, it smiles
in its sweet serenity, unto the blue
dome over-hanging, whose own re-
splendent smile of sunshine is reflect
ed in its placid face, as they hold
their loving converse, in the beauti-
full language of nature.
In the fall, our family scatters, as
Jack and Oscar again repair to their
difficult task Of ascending the rock
hewn mountain, which leads to knowl-
| edge, father, mother, Belle, Spencer,
James and the children return to our
old deserted home, while accompany
Leonard to Philadelphia, where his
final course of lectures awaits him.
The old scenes are revived, and yet
in an unnatural way. Bellies former
home frowns as dismally upon me, as
in those other days, yet while stand
gazing upon it, in wondering contem
plation Of its new occupants, the door
opens, and troop of laughing, dane
ing children float out upon the scene
TRANSPORTING the gloomy surround
ings, int a vision of light-heartee
merriment.
The old school mansion is re- visited
Madam sits in the dignifed possession
of the past, but new faces supplant thu
old ones, whose feet are treading othe
paths than those of learning, anc
some are resting, like our kind Profes
sor's, all earthly journeying being over
To his grave, | frequently resort, t
place thereon, my only outward trib
ute of remembrance, and as the flora
designs rest above him, whose far-ol
German home holds not his form,
gaze in sad reflection upon the moun'
which rises above the noble heart @
one of earth's best and noblest tn
heart that had beat its last in this tn
land of his adoption, thus soundin
perchance its farewell longing for tn
home of its youth, around which man
fondest memories clustered.
The heart in which, as he had tel
me, there was no living relative I
dwell enshrined. A heart so true
it's loyalty, so earnest in its purpose
so steadfast in its seal, as to win TO