Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1899-06-02
Spring-Part 2.



the future. Following two of the primary
laws of Neutrality-suspicious. and con
trast-the mind instinctively associates what
is beautiful in the material with what is
beautiful in the spiritual; hence it is that
we cannot dissociate the idea OF peace and
tranquility observed in the natural world
from the idea of like state of mind; and
the war OF the elements is Intuitively com
pared to the disquiet Of the soul. Media
ton at time when all nature appears to be
at rest, will therefore prompt the question,
What is the state of mind with reference to
the immortal interests of which nature 81
lently teaches Are we in harmony with
those eternal principles of order aud beauty
which are Swallowed forth in a perfect crea
ton Where unison of the spirit exists with
the will and works of God, the approval OF
his providence, the suggestions of the spring
time will excite at once humility and graft
tude; and the soul will say to itself, This
God who made all things so beautiful, is
my God; the Father of all whose care is
over all his works is my Fatherl Every dis
cernible object in the universe has Ian.
guage OF its own which approves the con
sonance of mans spiritual state with the
harmony and faultlessness observed in the
physical creation; or u tongue to condemn
the dissonance between q malevolent dis.
position and the Astounding evidence OF di
vine benevolence The mind and conscience
are addressed IN a speech 80 plain and un
mlstakaoIe rs 70 make IL Impossible not 10
iecoSnlAo Ono NUlle' - u VIC looA up'
waru 70 !ne sta' ,pesPIluNleu nIulluiehe' DC
yonu "hlch lhe haAei UWeIletl i0reVerhoie,
IL answers Ihe CAIN peace ana nope Oh the
trusting near|i OF IL we go uoWn W Ine
shore' anu contemplate Tue oceah' IhaC
"a
Glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form
Glasses Itself In tempests,
dark prophecies rise out of its restless waves
concerning those who are like the troubled
sea in that they know not peace.
IL is a time Tor memories. Borne along
on their mysterious current, years reduce TO
moments, and the scenes of long, long ago,
start out upon the canvass of the mind with
a distinctveness which makes It difficult to
disbeleve that we are living in the lar away
past Now we are back again at the dear,
dear old home. There stands the house, as
it stood in the olden time, the ivy clad porch,
the moss covered root, the familiar interior,
the sitting room IN which an unbroken band
once held the sweet converse of sympathy
and love There's the warm corner where
grandpa sat before the fire; there's mother
with her foot upon the rocker, chanting in
a low, sweet tone the anthem of maternal
love. while baby brother reposes in the pure,
sweet sleep of infant innocence. There we
90, down by the stream, over the hills,
through the woodland, in the meadows,
gathering wild flowers, piercing the air with
shouts OF 10y; or sitting apart from our
companions, under the Old oak planning
arial castles, and wondering what we are
to bel
Now the scene changes. By our side
stands a lair young girl, her soft, tender
hand in ours, her ewes ilauid with love look
ing INTO our ewes that answer love again,
"Dost thou promise till death shall part ?"
The word is spoken We learn to speak a
new wOrd-soif9. We are a sovereign now,
the lord of loving heart We ask no king.
dom; we rule supreme in an entirely sur
rendered souIl And the little cottage, sim
Die enough. and vet grand enough, too;
for heaven is under the roof. Out on the
lawn happy children romp and shout, their
gleeful voices filling all the house; and we
thank God for this his blessing upOn con.
iugal affection. On, we are happy, very
happy
But ali mel we have been only dream.
ing. The old house is in ruins, or held by
stranger, who knows not nor cares for all
its melting history: mother is in the skies,
and the children, where are they? Wife and
YOU went out TO the cemetery last Spring. |
1t is very beautiful, this shady pavilion of |
the departed, this solemn city of the dead. |
Some reverently pass the house where
dwells all that once was mortal, and read
with profit the history of mans fleeting
earthly stay. You heed them not You
lake a path which leads-where? You have
stopped You cannot read the writing on
the stones: tears shut out your vision.
L. 81, |
sleeps his little sister. STAY there little
while: weep on; it will do you good. Now
plant the immortelles YOU have brought, and
urn away, saving over and over again.
rhcy'll soon be more than ever all our own
There are three graves now. The dear
wife, who so faithfully fulfilled her VOW,
who loved. and watched. and tended, has
eioined the children, and YOU are alone.
bod help youl YOU are aLOnei Now call on
memory to bear YOU up. Think of what
las been. and live in the hone of what is to
vel This the recital of human history. This
yhy the humane heart does not wish TO
estrain its tears. If it does not touch an
Individual in nil details. SoDleJ0tLy's precious
wife lies bnred from his sight: s01aeJodys
arling child sleens sweetly under the green.
v qrnwIng mnnnd s0meJ0,Iy's sDeecbless
widow moirns mntelv nj the grave of her
ead iov and strength. and evervthing that
, good in man rises with reverence, and
lands by to comfort with great silence
The snringtime testiIies the promise full.
lied and ntlers n invInl nrediction The
yorld was made 10 be the Temporary home
f The insL. lis adantations ali refer To their
onion Seedtime and harvest still recnr
ecauan thew ara va, alive mon the cnrtb.
his hri0ht SEASON ia the rainbow of God 10
.Il them thew are not forgotlen For them
he tree mia inrth its tender shoot. for them
he rine Iruir cInsters Ior them The flowers