Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1921-03-16

| give it a place in the column. Fifty
years ago | had the song, in col
| lection of sheet music, and | could
play it to you to-day, P. M. F., and l
doubt not many of the older readers
| will also remember it. The words
and music were especially well
adapted, there being a pathetic tone
in the music, minor strain being
introduced in the fourth and fifth
lines of each stanza.
LORENA.
(This was favorite sentimental
song during the war period with the
soldiers of the South.)
The years creep slowly by, Lorena;
The snow is on the grass again;
The suns low down the sky, Lorena;
The frost CLEANS where the flowers
have been.
But the heart throbs on as warmly now
AS when the summer days were nigh;
Oh, the sun can never dip so low
Adown affections cloudless sky.
A hundred months have passed, Lorena,
Since last l held that hand in mine,
And felt the pulse beat fast, Lorena
Though mine beat faster far than
thine.
A hundred months-'twas flowery May,
When up the hilly slope we climbed,
To watch the dying of the day
And hear the distant church bells
chimed.
We loved each other then, Lorena,
More than we ever dared to tell;
And what we might have been, Lorena,
Had but our loving prospered well,
But then. tbs past, the years have
gone,
III not call up their shadowy forms;
III say to them, Lost years, sleep on,
Sleep on nor heed life's pelting
storms
The story of the past Lorena,
Alas! l care not to repeat;
The hopes that could not last, Lorena,
They lived, but only lived to cheat.
l would not cause cen one regret
To rankle in your bosom now
For if we try, we may forget"
Were words of thine long years ago.
Lorena--
They are within my memory yet
They touched some tender chords,
Lorena,
Which thrill and tremble with regret.
Twas not thy woman's heart which
Thy heart was always true to me;
duty stern and piercing broke
The tie which linked my soul with
thee,
1t matters little now. Lorena,
The past is in the eternal past:
Our hearts will soon lie low. Lorena,
life's tide is ebbing out so fast.
There is a future. oh, thank God!
OF life this is so small a part
'Tis dust to dust beneath the sod
But there, up there, it's heart to
heart.
A souvenir of fine views of Elk
celsior Springs, Mo-, received from
Aunt Sue and her John, shows what
beautiful scenery and charming sur
roundings they are enjoying this
season. Now comes welcome letter
from Aunt Maria.
Dear Aunt Madge and the NJ. BIS:
Good morning! Tis February H.,
and a lovely day, and I'm alone, so
thought 'twould be a fine time to write
up our Christmas. as Sadie requested,
for l think it fine idea. Perhaps the
Christmas stories may last all through
house cleaning time.
We had the usual amount of book
| let's and cards, some very exciting
| boxes that came through the mail, and
| for the very day, we We're invited over
| to our daughter s-Alice Maud X en-
ney, and, if you remember, twas a
very cold day. We got up early and
| began to make ready-hustled the
| chores, and so on. Our sons house
| keeper was to go with us, and we We're
| to go over to his home and take her
| aboard So we clothed ourselves
| warmly. took hot rock and started
| over We saw her through the win
| dow, sweeping, and we drove to the
| door and out came Mrs c. with a
| wee hat on the very top of her head,
| one arm in the sleeve of her coat.
| Well, we said, IT'S awful cold and the
| VIVA is Il scream ana us IL very cOlu
road, Aren't you going to rig up
warm?" Oh no." she said, I'll be
plenty warm" But had my grandson
bring out her shoulder shawl and she
put that on, got in between us, and we
started out. Mrs. G. putting on her
gloves so calm. Why" she says, you
must be spleeny," and she rode the two
miles and came out toasty warm and
was cold to my marraw. and the robe
kept blowing up and NJ. w. said things
about the wind that should have made
the wind be still.
When we got to Kenneys' and saw
the glad faces, heard the shouts o.
welcome, got inside and saw the Stan
ley boys Christmas tree he'd kept, 81
we could see it, smelled the goot
things cooking-well, we were Yer!
glad to be there. We had such fui
with Stanley's games, so enjoyed thu
perfect dinner of roast chicken, roas