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THE RE COM) OF A VANISHED LIFE. Ill
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It Is The Afternoon Of A Hotfull Summer ...
to second shine onl , flash , for bri a ghtl brief y or sweet gaze second tenderl onl y up y . on Th mine ey vanish ; but again for a
somewhere into mystery y — ; , I feel and that dark th , ness , exist and and space I . know But that they I shall are there again ,
behold them where we shall ey part , no more , where the tears are wiped from all eyesand where the weary are at rest . I am
read Soundless y to go to and them still . , like dancers before the of a deaf eyes
manthe spectres flit and , float . Old lovesold sorrowsformer
, , , mellowed ambitions , b former time disappointmen and distancean ts d , once bfadin so keen life and bitter , whirl now y g powers
through my y quiet brain in memory , ' s phantom dance . Dreaming , thus , this sunny afternoon , told my promis that e to would you , Herbert , rose do
into my mind . I had often you I , some day , record what you of a had life so which often must urged so me soon to do cease , and to jot be . down I can some beg'in hasty the
not task have to-day long . Once to stay begun and it I must would be fain pressed meet forwar your wish d , for ere I may I go .
been hence to and me be since no the more death , seen of . nay You poor , my boy dear , almost nephew as , a who son , h you ave
began have something a ri but ght , of it to th was ask at part a of theme me of my this I did life labour not which alway of was love s care passed . You to speak before have about yours heard
; , even I can to confess you , and more your freel knowled y , knowing hand ge is shall th disj at ointed be you stiff will and and not fragmentary cold read what The .
record my han will d traces I know until interest that you for my sake ; but even . apart _, from that , no sincere , memorial of a human life can be without
some value , and some lesson . There was a something meant it eve was n by my I have life . found This it narrative at times may difficult enable to you determine to discern . what
individual No . single fighting soldier , can , engaged see much in more the head of the y strugg action le than of the his
smokeand dustand conflict around him . Perhaps no man can see and , understand , fully his own life . lives My life if may this , perchance brief and ,
hurried have been record meant as tend a lesson to the for fulfilment other of : its so object , . Half in pain , half in pleasure may , do I commence lny task to awaken . I find it difficult
to begin : I have to think back so far ; feelings so long dead . "Who wide , in his is the age , can relive between in his childhood !— ? filled How
too wide with , how so very much that , obstructs great the gulf view . It is only a b gulf y glimpses , and , snatches that we can recall the vanished feelings of the long
back ago . the I can firs n t ot thoug do it hts as I and would feelings wish . that I thin I rem k , try ember ing to stirring bring
within me . Vain . OhGod ! I cannot feel again how I felt ,
when first my life was new in time !
The Re Com) Of A Vanished Life. Ill
THE RE COM ) OF A VANISHED LIFE . Ill
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), April 1, 1864, page 111, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01041864/page/39/
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