The Newtown bee., 1893-11-03

had $50 in gold in $5 pieces. Another lc af had on it $30 in gold, a gift from their five children. Four daughters were present and seven grandchil- dren. Rev Mir Smith spoke of Mir Dixon's faithfulness as a soldier of the war in the late rebellion and his faithfulness as a soldier of the cross for 5 years, having been preacher of the gospel that length of time. Rev MT Dixon responded in his happy, good natured way thanking them for their many kindnesses, and compli- menting his beloved wife in joking way, moving she be allowed not to speak. In addition to the money was handsome silver, gold lined, bon bon basket from Newton Roberts of Ansonia. who was with him in the army. Also a handsome set of table linen from the Zoar Bridge society. The party broke up at an early hour, wishing the happy couple many more years of happiness together. The following poem was composed by Mrs F. w. Cone, daughter of MT and Mrs Dixon: We meet to-day with grateful hearts,
 After many year,
 Tho some Ot the loved faces,
 We find, are missing here;
 Some in the grave are sleeping,
 And some are far away,
 While we meet here to celebrate
 Our golden wedding day.
 Yes, fifty years have rolled away
 Since, in a far off land,
 The solemn promises were made,
 That joined them heart and hand; And then from those who loved them,
 They crossed the foaming sea,
 On earth those dear faces,
 Never again will see.
 Their hearts were brave and hopeful,
 Filled with joy and cheer,
 And the God they trusted in,
 Did not forSake them here;
 He was around them as a shield,
 From the shafts Ot sin,
 And he preserved their going out,
 And their coming in.
 Then little voices fondly called
 In accents low and sweet,
 While through the halls pattering came,
 The sound of tiny feet;
 They travelled on by your side,
 So joyous and gay,
 But ah some are missing now,
 On our golden wedding day.
 Yes, God recalled the tiny fiowers
 Which in his love he gave,
 And they were hidden from your sight
 Within the silent grave.
 Still other voices filled the home,
 With laughter and with mirth;
 It was the dearest, happiest spot,
 Anywhere on earth.
 And often now, when wearied,
 long for rest in vain;
 l sigh and say, oh that were
 But a child again!
 I'd e. eep into my mothers arms,
 And on her loving breast,
 As a child, again would she
 SOOthe my soul to rest.
 Or father wouId take me on his knee.
 And tell me about ''the flOod,"
 Or ''the old woman who lived in a shoe,"
 Or, perhaps, "Red Riding Hood" Our hearts are full and we cannot speak
 Ot the memories that come thrOnging OCT, As we see the dear loved faces,
 At home again once more.
 But with our joy there comes a pang;
 We pass into the shade; Our hearts turn to lonely grave That has not long been made;
 She sleeps, our sister tOndly loved,
 While we are met today, To celebrate with grateful hearts,
 Our golden wedding day.
 To us you have no older grown, Youth for aye endures, For hearts that so unSelhSh are, For hearts that love like yours. The world is wide, but find Where e'er our footsteps roam, No love so patient and so true, As the love we found at home. It comforts me in many an hour, W here ever may be, To know that in the dear old home Someone prayS for me. And often comes the memory Ot years, so long since fled, When said my evening prayer, kneeling by my trundle bed. | o, the memories that come trooping From the untOrgOtten past! In my heart they will live ever, Long as life tor me shall last. Father, mother, may God bless you, | May he spare you many year, For we need your presence, ever, Our lives to bless and cheer. 1 Never again, thus shall mingle, A 5 we mingle hear today, While with joy we celebrate. l Our golden wedding day. But may we all meet at home, | Laying our burdens down. And then, joyfully to clam l The golden harp and crown.