The Caucasian. (Clinton, N.C.) 188?-1913, 1899-03-30
1. /. .h. on. brixh, memory no earth


For sweet bells chime Of that dear time
Wien Bill aud were boysl
81 was there when Bill was married,
In the pleasant PARKWAY.
To the fair aud noble woman
W bonn be wsds again today.
Ills goiden-raa-ria2e time 1t Is. All,
time no oye destroys!
For they love each other better ihaa
When Bill and were boys.
well, here's . greeting to you, Bill.
And blessings Gu your life,
And love aud JOY forever
To your jewel Of . wifel
10 me you're both memory
No earth dross allows,
Thank God we're still rs happy a.
When Bill aud were boys!
"You need no staff to Ieaa on. Bill,
For loves your staff and guide.
And love has led you safe thus far,
And love is by your side:
But take this staff, old comrade.
With your golden wedding joys
And lean upon it for those days
When Bill and 1 were boys.
JAMES 4. ALEXANDER.
march :, 1895"
Oh the dear memories that these lines
crowded en- me-the branches where
we fished for minnows and perch and
horny heads, the shoal creek where we
seined and the mill pond where we
jumped from the springboard and the
water seemed o mile deep, and the
trees we climbed for chestnuts that
seemed nile high. What fine coon
dog was Rover, and what good rabbit
dog was Tag. But the long red hills
have shrunk and the mill pond is but
little pool and the trees have been GU
down and the dogs we hunted with All
dead. Alas! how cruel is time.
And here before me are some tender
lines from old Colonel Gibbons, who
has passed his four score years. He
adds another verse to "John Anderson.
My Jo." So does my dear old partner
Judge Branham, and he says that DIR.
Deems wrote it. And an old lady frou
Washington, d. c., sends still another
verse and says it was written by man
in Ohio. Here are three different ad
ditions to the poem and oil are beauti
full. And here are several loving verses
from our cherished friend, Captain Cal.
noun, who. is no spring bird or bard,
but Is old enough to write poetry.
There is man who always brings sun.
shine. His life is a struggle and strain.
but like the sun of Alknomok, he
never complains.
Then there is the double hearted gem
from our unknown friend, ''Dunne
Brown" with its graphic illustrations.
Nothing prettier or more appropriate
was ever written or designed. He is
both poet and an artist, and the gem
is to be encased IN golden frame and
placed upon the golden papered wall.
And dear, good Charlie Hubner never
forgets or neglects to write the right
thing in the right way aud Of the right
time. And then there were the golden
weddings golden bells that were rune
to sweet music by Colonel and Mrs.
Roy Mason, of Richmond. Va.
Besides all these there were beautiful
prose poems by Uncle Remus, Frank
Stanton, Wallace Reed and Frank Rich
ardson, and Mr.. Knott, of The Home
and Farm. and Mr.. Einstein, of The
New York Press, and Albert Shaw. OF
The Review of Reviews, that have been
placed carefully among our wedding
treasures. What shall we render tc
| our friends for all their benefits and
| benedictions? Why, here is massive
wedding ring that DR.. Benham, the old
| est and noblest Roman of them all. sen,
| to my wife to be placed by me upon he.
wedding finger as renewed the prom.
| ises made her so years ago. And here is
another that our dear good friend. Joe
| Brown, sends. It is exquisitely yraye6
Golden Years, Golden Hearts. ;
and his letter is another gem-a prose
poem that is worth more than the rine
to mo, for am not q woman. Anc
here is Klondike nugget sent from ,
friend who lives IN the far oft state O.
| Washington and is now mining il
Alaska. And here, hanging on tn.
parlor wall, is a beautiful picture O
John Anderson my Joe, and his LOVING
spouse. It is encased in an exquisit
golden frame, and nothing can be NOR
tendcrly pathetic than this sketch
where the good old matro1 is smooth
ing the thin and silvery hair of he
lifelong companion as she sings. ono,
we must totter down, Johu, but han,
in hand we'll CO." This came fror
Mrs. Ward, of Birming CHAM, dear oil
family friend, who was a school girl i
pantalettes when we moved to Rome i,
'51. She, too, had to fee from the fou
invader in'64. the same night NV wifi
and children, did ard when thew tw
get together tell you they make tn
Yankee fur fly and the yankees ear
bum when those who wear Their
are talked about. Did you ever try t
drive an old hen with brood OF RICH
young chickens out of the garden
Well. that's the way these two mother
fed and lodged and raised their feath
ers, and pranced around all over til
country trying in vain to find som
place where the foul invader could nc
come. But let that pass. After fit
years, let all sad memories be smoth
cred, and all resentments buried. w
have many dear friends among thos
yankees and on this glad even
they have all been kind; very kind
The lawyers tell US of q statut
OF the limitations which is called
statute OF repose, and which uuiet
title to land and cuts of punishmer
for crime. The Jews made q jubilee {
every tiftieth year and proclaimed libe]
ty throughout the land and CANCEL q
all debts and gave the land and ia
cattle rest. Aud SO now let us have res
and peace both in body and in mind
That Is all very sweet and very prett,
says my wife, bat we must work OF
She made up her bed this mornisg a
usual, and Is now sewing new button
on my old vest-* But can't help see
ing the new rings on her fingers an,
the golden hiar pin that Major McCol
!um gave her in her hair As for me
have my orders. for it has long bee
my habit when I get q new suit {
clothes, to keep them on as lonp a
she will let me, and sometimes VIII.
she IS not looking. I work in them
Already she has put my weddin, sui
away, and | will not get it again unit
Sunday morning. The truth is, I don
see much difference between now an
then between tho past and the presen,
am still the boy. She wants me t
orlng IN some coal right now.
There is no sign of rest for me
In this our year of jubilee.