The Newtown bee., 1891-03-06

backs. Where we used to sit and swing
ourselves in or out, as occasion required;
of the dear, faithful mother, now sainted
in glory, who used to prepare our din
ner to 'scarry to SCHOOL, of the loved
brother, now gone forever, who used to
be at our side; of the scholars all along
the street, who used to join us as we
went trudging on to the old school house.
How we used to spell and Ego above
each other. With what anxiety did we
look forward to the last day of school,
and to that present that we expected to
come.
When that flag raising took place,
few months since, by that old school
house, we did want to be there. We
wanted to stand upon the same rocks
which our childish feet used to press
we were anxious to see the old school
house again, fragrant with so many
pleasant memories; we wished to take
by the hand the dear schoolmates of
those now far-away years! One of the
little boys who went to school with us
then is now successful physician, an
have been in the ministry, we have
preached once in that same, choice place,
that old school house. How the memoir
les of the past crowded upon US We re-
member prayer meeting, there, when IL
boy, and the old fashioned hymns they,
sung, My home is over Jordan" and
such like. ''We've been thinking" all
this over. What changes there since
those childhood days! How many have
crossed the river to the "other shorer'
Then "we've been thinking, too, how we
used to 60 and visit our uncles and aunts
at Daniels Farms and Isinglass. How
their faces and forms come before US, as
we write these lines. How gladly they
welcomed our comiug. We have "been
thinking more especially, just now,
about our dear cousins then at Isinglass,
Henry and Stephen. Oh, how we loved
them. Their names are fragrant in our
heart to-day. They are well remember
ed, no doubt, by some who will read this
article. Henry became a Methodist
preacher, and then Congregational
minister at Minneapolis, Mimi. He, his
wife and one child were drowned in that
State, July 5, 1860. One little boy,
''Willie," was the only child left. 'iWe
have been thinking" it all over. The
other day we received a letter from 'sWil-
lie,' and this will be of interest to some
of the Huntington and Trumbull readers
of the BEE.
Willie is now married and they have
two children. He graduated at Amherst
college, and is now Il teacher at Holyoke,
Mass. He has recently been West. He
visited his two aunts, Harriet and Fan
ME. He says, 81 went to Minneapolis
and visited fathers church. 1t is the
largest and richest church in the city. 1t
has beautiful memorial window in
memory of my father. Lake Calhoun is
a beautiful sheet of water, about a mile
long and half mile wide. / rowed out,
in boat, over the spot where the drown
ing of my parents and brother occurred.
/ cannot describe the feeling that came
over me. as | stood by the grave of my
parents"
Those of the readers of the BEE who
knew the father, and he has relatives
both in Huntington and Trumbull, will
be glad to read this extract. So the
years go by, from the old brown school
house at Booths Hill, in the, far-away
past, down to February, 1891
We've been thinking" the end is COM
ing to US all, ere long. The years are
flying. Let us be true in the great and
grand work of life. Let us do all we can
to honor God, and save our fellow men.
Let US be true in all the walks and work
of life; SO that, as from the other world
we think of our life here, it may be we'll
with us-6C.N. Nichols Andoyer Conn