Tween You and Me (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1879 edition. Excerpt: ... to come home. But he has gone to a school where there are no vacations, no glad coming home to get ready for the next term; and I can only await, like many another tired soul, the time when I too shall be borne over the " swift river;" and I think that--"One of the joys of our heaven shall be The little boy that died." Farewell. "A word that hath been and must be, A sound that makes us linger--yet farewell " THE fiat has gone forth Fate has decreed that our lines are to be cast in strange places, and the places that once knew us shall know us no more. For months we have been striving to familiarize ourselves with the thought of change. While shut in by winter's " tumultuous privacy," we felt secure, and the cloud on our horizon was a mere speck in the distance--but lo the spring days are upon us, and we can no longer close our eyes dreamily in the early dawn and sigh, as oppressive thoughts intrude upon our matutinal nap. "Let the morrow take care of the morrow, Leave things of the future to fate--" Alas and alas the old home is beginning to have a strange look, like the change on the face of a dear friend who is passing forever away from our clinging embrace. We wander aimlessly from room to room recalling visions of the past. In this one is gathered again a circle of friends and kinsfolk around the hospitable board; no chair is vacant, lost faces have come back, voices that have long been silent speak again, forms that we have missed " enter at the open door," and smilingly join the festival." We open another door. It is Christmas eve, cold and stormy without, brilliant within, with fire and light and radiant faces, and the stately hemlock, fresh and fragrant from the neighboring wood, bravely bears its unaccustomed burden, and...