The herald and news. [volume] (Newberry S.C.) 1903-1937, 1905-08-22
THE NEWBERRY OF
DAYS THAT ARE PAST
THE SWEET MEMORIES OF
THE LONG AGO.
An Interesting Letter From For
mer Newberrian, Now Living
in the Lone Star State.

Don't you feel you'd like to wander,
down some winding country lane,
Don't you feel you'd like to ramble
in your childhoods ways again,
Like to drink the way you used to,
from a time worn drinking gourd
Like to hunt for wave worn pebbles,
and to skip the mdown the stream,
Like to put aside all troubles, and go
away back then and dream
Those old dreams, whose very dream
mig used 70 give your soul delight,
Such as even their full fruition cannot
bring 70 YOU tonight,
The frost that shows of mornings
white on fences, roof and grass
May melt into crystal globules, as
the morning moments. pass,
But the frost about your temples, it
will never melt away
And the bars are up forever, between
you and yesterday.
You will never, never, / ever be that
little boy again;
You will never, never, never dream
the dreams you joyed in then,
You will never feel the pleasure, Of
the splashing in the pond,
Never draught shall hold the sweet
ness Of the nectar in the gourd.
The recollections of my early life,
have left upon my mind, checkered
and varied feeling of pleasure and pain,
mingled I trust with gratitude to the
great Father, who guided my life Of
more than eighty years, through so
much trouble. that the ease with
which he has blessed nay long life
might seem softer from remem-
berances and content Scott.
A. D. y4-How still the morning:
'Tis a bright, beautiful Sabbath morn,
smiling with glory and love. The
good people are vending their way to
the new Methodist church. AS we
enter we see the women on one side,
the men on the other.
Among those there we see the
pleasant practical joker Phil Schop-
pert, a class leader. Dr.. P. B. Ruff,
noble Christian gentleman; that
good lady Mrs. Sarah Cheshire; that
amiable woman Mrs Sarah Lorick)
Pope and her mother, that good old
pious soul, Aunt Pattie Turner. They
were a pure, true intelligent, God
fearing people.
That venerable old Christian Dun
woody rises and says, Let us sing
TO the praise OF God" The charm OF
music dwells not in the tones, but in
: the echos OF the heart; so it was with
them. Though their voice had never
been chased through vocal gymnastics
they had a depth or sincerity and
fervor, that made up in volume what
they lacked in symphony.
Notices like this were not to be
found, Mile. Sayrah Browne, lately
escaped from a Conservatory OF Mu,
sic, will sing the Holy City" twice
on next Sunday. Come early anc
avoid tie rush" How I long &c
hear the good old Ebenezer Camp
Meeting rousing songs and to see
Dr.. Kilgore and other pious people
praising God. Ii was good time tc
contract a good case of heartfelt
religion, The good old time religion
Where now have these good old folks
gone?
TO the land of the leal. they have
gone with their song
Where the choir and chorus belong
Oh! be lifted ye gates! let us hea
them again
Blessed song! Blessed singers forever
Amen!
And such is human life so gliding OF
1t glinlmerS like a meteor and l.
gone
The ideals Of these people wer
love to God, and its corollary, love te