The Newtown bee., 1893-04-28
ALoOK BACKWARD.

As we take up our copy of THE BEE from week to week, we are carried in memory, back to the days and scenes of the 'slong ago;'' the years of the now far-eff past the days of our childhood and youth in the old home on Booth Hill never to fade from memory, are fresh and vivid before us as we write these lines.
 'How sweet to my heart are the scenes of my
 childhood;
 When fond recollections present them to
 view"
 From the canvass of memory, those scenes can never fade away. The boys and girls, the dear playmates and school mates of those early years, how dear and precious their names to us, to-day !, Some of that number sleep in the quiet church yard to-day, while the spring sun shines upon their last resting place i; others are amid the busy, active scenes of earth growing old, and will soon sit in the west window of life. Coming down to the margin of the river, that little brown school house, the large con- pany of merry, happy scholars; and those loved and dear teachers of those olden times, how all these come before us to-day as we take up THE BEE, and read this familiar name Huntington !'' How the memories thick and fast, crowd in upon us. We look in another column md al Trr1ra hnl lI-'f and then we think of the old church at the Center, and now, with father, moth- CT and brother, we used to go~there in the years now so far away. How the familiar faces in the congregation of those olden years, come before us, as we read THE BEE. The surroundings of that old church, how well we remember them, We look over in another column of the paper, and we see the name "White Hills,' and here in the days of the ''long ago." in the Baptist church, we preach ed our first sermon. How eagerly we scan those items, but now, how many new names we find. The names of many whom we knew and loved in that place, are found, to-day, on the marble in the cemetery! Oh, the changes since, as a young man, we stood in that pulpit in that pleasant church on the Hill" i" Never will those days pass from mem- ory precious names these, never to be forgotten! So the years have come and passed on, and, to us, each copy of THE BEE is very suggestive! We find it in many familiar names, and by reading its pages, the fount of memory is often stirred As one name after another is thus brought before us and we again visit, in imagination, those by-gone scenes, we are also reminded that we are not as young as we once were! The years are swiftly passing! Oh, how many whom we knew in those days, have passed "beyond the river" We hope to meet them in ''the land that is fairel than day." We have had the blessed privilege of preaching the "glorious gospel'' for many, many years, and it is to-day our hope and joy. How many with whom we have taken sweet counsel have gone to the ssbetter land.'' We expect to meet them over there, 'son tho shining shore" Let us all live for tha blessed home in Heaven. So as we reaG THE BEE in the days to come, wei touch in thought, the hands and lives O those who yet remain amid the scenes O our much loved childhood. We are glat the sbusy BEE" gathers up the news st we'll, and we also rejoice in the nobl, and firm stand it takes on the subject O religion and temperance, and all mora questions. Long may it continue tt buzz .-T Rev c. N. Nichols.