The Democrat. (Scotland Neck, Halifax Co., N.C.) 1884-1896, 1890-02-13

10 1886:
NEW YEARS Eve.
It. is now Ner Ico,'S Fee! What
visions of departed glory loom up.
from mcnory's corridor at the very
words years gone by, when oni
hearts were young, what gay times
we would have. Wien the old year
was slowly declining and the ne"
risiDr from the asLc3 e the pas'
then Joy reigncd supreme IN oar
hearts. The remembrance OF New
Years Eve is ever an oasis IN the
great desert Of life hack to which
even how, my thoughts delight to
wander. New Years Eve then and
now is, alas, so different it makes
the heart ache at the comparison.
Those who formed our unbroken
household band are now scattered
and the links which formed our chain
Of happiness are broken, never again
to be united. Upon the careless
brow Of some, the spell Of thought
has been laid; the caution and dis
trust of the world is plainly visible
and those guileless hearts are no
longer ours, Wild flowers have
hlossomed and faded for many
year upon tie graves of some Of the
dearest companions Of former New
Years Ewes and a new made grave
received the blessed remains Of what
made it all it was. Nelr Yeu1''S Ere!
What a sad night! Whist time for
reflection upon the last year. To
night the winds shrek requium for
the departed year gone from The
earth forever and seem to whisper
into our ears solemn words Of war:
ing. Oh the changes which have
swept over our paths since this time
one little year ago. Its shade is on
each brow its shadow in each heart.
We may look upon the faces Of those
whose hearts one year ago beat high
with bounding hope, but now are
laid forever from our view by the
cruel turf Of the graveyard. Through
the telescope Of the past the New
Year would indeed be 8 dreaCy pros
pect, did not hope birth her brilliant
cOlOrs, pencil the canvass OF the past
and giId With bewildering loveliness
the unwriltcn pages Of the f1ure.
BY her radiant beams those loved
forms now asleep forever In deaths
embrace, are beheld and Thought Of
as in faircr cline where pain and
parting arc unknown and unOn whose
Peaceful shore the storms which
cloud our sky never burst and naught
save beauty. OTdt / and peace reign
forever. Did no tborns pierce our
feet uIon the dusty highway Of life,
VIC could never fully appreciate the
flowers which at every step spring
up, and gladden. Us with their en-
liVenlDg presence. Bulwer has truly
sad, nope is q plaat which can
never be rooted Oat Of q noble heart
till The last heart strlny crack as it
is pulled away"
As Mr.. Henry Blount, the gifted
md oetjc genius who so gracefully
Wells the Fater over the columns
oF he Wilson Mirror, has so touch>
ingly aud beautifully said:
"Chri>tnas is here and while many
are joyous AMI happy. there are
others who are in the DEF tbs Of a
rs! LESS gloom aud WHO will look up~
on this blessed anniversary as the
sadlest one OF all their lives. When
the fires are sparkling and merry
making Is on the grand rounds and
all shall seem bright and buoyant,
the thought will steal over one like
the memory Of a dreadful dream.
Where is the other? Calmly and
forever reposing amid the silent land
y Of the slcepers. II tic Christmas
season could only be yelled, we
might forget that thee are dear
little stockings never again to hang
sround the chimney corpers and
over the fire place. But Christmas
will come, with all its conviviality
AMI carousul, while thousands of
Borrowing hlce ling hearts are Feat
ing Ike mUtiled drums, the dead
march over blighted hopes, skaters
cd affections and falling tears. what
shadows we arei What shadows we
pArsuc '"--G. E. u. on tile deqth Of
his ~ ttLn.