Does the World Miss Anyone
Does the World Miss Any One.—Not long. The best and most useful of us will soon be forgotten. Those who to-day are filling a large place in the world's regard will pass away from the remembrance of man in a few months, or at farthest, in a few years after the grave has closed upon their remains. We are shedding tears above a new-made grave and wildly crying out in our grief that our loss is irreparable, yet in a short time the tendrils of love have entwined around other supports, and we no longer miss the one who has gone. So passes the world. But there are those to whom a loss is beyond repair. There are men from whose memories no woman's smile can chase recollections of the sweet face that has given up all its beauty at death's icy touch. There are women whose plighted faith extends beyond the grave, and drives away as profane those who would entice them from a worship of their buried lovers. Such loyalty, however, is hidden away from the public gaze. The world sweeps on beside and around them, and cares not to look in upon the unobtruding grief. It carves a line and rears a stone over the dead, and hastens away to offer homage to the living.—Sel.