The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1889-05-03
TO 4 pEAR OLD FRIEND.

TO A DEAR OLD TRIEND.
Time, the reaper, stays his keen-edged
Posing aloft with steady hand his glass,
Whose falling sands alike for 6rm and
hckle,
Mark our moments, days and years as
they pass.
While yet he holds in wrath lis shining
blade,
Which soon must swoop unfOiled and
bring US low,
/ hail thee ancient comrade! ere the
ready spade,
Shall dig the lowly couch TO which we all
must go.
Dost know cen now have vision clear
OF certain men and times and places
plain as day,
] see The wooden town Just as it was that
year,
When was there to see and you were
there to stay.
I see the people celebrate with torch and
squib,
The infant town which thencefOrth was
to bear
The name of one half Spanish half Carl
bic,
The famed fugacious fighter Bolivar"
A year rolled on, as years are rolling
ever,
Again came TO see and fain would stay,
For all seemed friends, which made it
hard to sever
Such ties as bound and held me day by
day.
Where doctors, lawyers, merchants and
Others
Held by some Quickening sense that
moulds communities,
As strangers met and soon became as
brothers,
From things divine does nature form her
virtues.
see the elder Collier, brave old pioneer
OF doctors FIVE each proud of his diploma,
Whose names, ere this, on marble slabs
appear,
AS Young and Snyder, Brown Cd. FL and
BOmar.
OF lawyers, see grim Fentress, acrid Joker,
Genial Roger Barton, natures better kind,
Belcher, Dunlap, Gaines (devout at poker
And deep Drained Barry, Opulent of mind
To this half dozen learned in the law,
Add honest, friendly, self-made Austin
TIL Ough in his youth he handled plane
and saw,
He had no grounds to fear the worlds
"fOOl killer"
And still I see as through magic lens
Another phalanx nearer you and me,
Such merchants and their clerks with
busy pens,
AS shrewd old Pitser, Wood and Father
Lea,
Near whom was one who shaped your
destiny)
Tuneful Billy Henderson, who drew
With equal Zest his twinkling fiddle bow
And trumps invincible at euchre or draw
too,
And certain bad concomitants that laid
him low.
Forget not Jeffries better known as Jerry,
Nor miss the cOunty's magnate, POrtly
Bills,
McNeal, Mcknight, Mexican and Bright
(Greenberry)
All now removed from earth and earthly
ills
And others came as fruits in season come
Each finding welcome where no feuds re-
pei,
Where peace abode end JOY had found a
home,
Came Atwood, shoemake, Irish, Baily
Bell,
All these are gone, leaving me one only
Bobasheely,
Friend Of my younger days, friend Nicely
All who shall trace our later Hateful
years?
The warp and wool of this our woven life
STILL dangling in the loom; full soon Gods
shears
Will cut to show, perhaps in fair relief
Some threads of gold undimmed by
worldly cares,
At least viii! hope for rest, an end OF strife
For Hope, by Cy mic often called a cheat
And star-eyed Faith point up alike to one
retreat.
Farewell old friend; our three score years
and ten
Have Iapsed. Full be thy joys and few
thine ills;
Forgive the freedom of a familiar pen.
The musings OF your lonely fellow-trav-
eler.
"This epistle is justified by his biogra-
piers admiss ion that he ran Tor his life
more than once without firing a gun
See history of Bolivar by Du Coudry-
Holstein.
1.-THE writer is in error in regard to the
death of Mr.. Green berry Bright We
are informed that he still lives at a rips
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