Richmond Christian Advocate.!
There had been a longing to see again J
the grove and grounds of an academy on
the thither side of the lloanoke, noted in,'
bygone tiuir's and better days, "J'luhroi
rmntiile.' A third of a Century and more
had passed since 1 was a pupil there. It i
was in the county of Warren, of .North Car-1
olina, and hard by a little hamlet, Iiidge- !
way. In the early days of this mouth I j
gratified my wish for a "pilgrimage to the
ppot where the boys plodded along the
"parasaugs" of Xeno)hon, and balked at j
the bridge of Caesar, with its bothering!
Abutment of "tirjmt hina xt-xfiuprduliti."
Tliere remained of the village, as I had i
seen it, only a vestige the country store. !
The Academy had been burned, j
and the ashes scattered long ago by the j
plowshare. Fortunately, a schoolmate le- j
hided near by. Captain Collins, a courtly :
gentleman and brave Confederate. We !
slowly wended our way through the
grounds, calling up the memories of "the
days that are no more," tinged with the
mellow hue of distant yea is. The war
made havoc among our youthful comrades.
The Master had met sudden death. We
traced the winding path through the woods
to the mossy spring under great o&s. 1
bent down and drank of its sweet waters.
