The Vermont watchman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1883-1911, 1894-11-21
Sabbath Day Reveries.

1 AM in the city of Montpelier, SO full OF
primitive as well as ate history. From its
capitoline hill l see it stretching an arm up
towar the robust form of its brother Barre,
which so suddenly sprang up like an over
night work of fairies, and yet whose perma.
men, prosperity is as firm as granite. To
the left you see the city pushed by central
enterprise Up that romantic ravine, while
directly in front the citylis climbing the hill
sides from which stretches the long land.
scape down TO where the "forelatlers OF
the hamlet sleep so still and peacefully.
Here was the home of the gifted Eastman,
of Redfeld, the model lawyer and judge,
the elegant Colby, the statistical Re sd, the
kind, good Father Wing, who knew so well
the cience of the law and last, but not
least, the Titanic Peck, Near by here, too,
was the home of Dillingham;, the Grand
Master Hiram of the craft in the fine arts of
advocacy. Oil those were halcyon days
when you and /, Thompsol, 4, almost forty
years ago, went in the perturbation OF our
hearts before the examining committee and
then stepped within the charmed circle OF
bar then living in its golden age. Lille then
was fresh and hope was young as we walked
in the gray of its morning. But there we
met and parted,-I to grand yet rustic hab'
itations, ID you, alasi | know not where.
l love 10 think of other days, and in tle
stiffness of tlis Sabbath day they come
back TO me, " like doves in quiet neighbor-
hoods" Thank God for this and all the
sacred pauses in our tolls. Pleasant and
restful in the morning it is to h Jar the
preachers voice, and then, among the
friends of childhood's happy days, listen to
the cheerful voices Of the past; and II a
cloud comes over any pleasant view of life
an we are tempted to say,
There are things OF which we may not speak;
There dreams that cannot die;
There are thoughts that make the strong heart
weak,
And bring pallor to the cheek,
And mist before the eye"
we let the CHEEKY fire of hope light up
the sha les or wipe with gentle hand the
shade y from our souls. s do we place in
the calendar of our lives another beautiful
reminiscent day. We did not talk with
pessimstic words Of that which might
have been, but of that which has been
in our lives, and as is yet and shall be.
But in all this day of quiet talk and restful
con yerse We do not forget the brave good
| that he could not rest. Let kind good
| Portia now advise the Brutus in our coun-
sells how much this freiful ugly WORK "hath
prevailed on his condition and may this
little cloud but hide from us the sun that's
shining ON his home" With deepest graft
tude 10 heaven and n .tuTe, l look rehec-
lively on this day 80 full OF kind good
words
THE art Of using words is simple, but the
philosophy of what they represent is deeper
than we know. some imagine that words
are made in sound to resemble the correla-
tive i'd eas expressed by them; and that as
the sound of the word +" lightning 4" Is sharp,
| der" sonorously bass to resemble deep
toned thunder itself. From such sources |
! do not get the highest conceptions of Ian
guage. The tender, beautiful word girl "
| does not owe its charms to its harmonious
sounds, but rather to the fact that II calls