Vermont telegraph. [volume] (Brandon [Vt.]) 1828-1843, 1836-07-14

. yhpd'hy dulu PItN III OHNi NOlluIN
condition there is much to harden our feel
ings; to make US distrustlul Of one anoth-
er, and cause US TO retire, with feelings
approaching to misanthropy, within our
selves. We have been so often cheated,
that even hope, with her bright penciIings,
can scarce make the future Of this state of
being appear desirable.
The constant repetition Of the divine
bounty. coming, as it does, by day and by
night at home and abroad--from the era
die hours of our being, even 70 the grave
of old age-has a tendency to make US
feel that all these things are matters of
course, and induce habit of heart far dr.
terent from that glowing gratitude which
man should feel towards his heavenly
Friend. And in our necessary intercourse
with the world, while performing these
duties upon which depends temporal sup
port we are obliged to be so careful to
guard against injustice from others, that
sel6shness finds additional occasion for
gaining strength. Therefore, We may re-
peat, 'there is much IN every worldly con-
dltIon to harden our feelings"
To the individual that has once enjoyed
the luxury of feeling heart, the means
by which that priceless treasure may be
regalned, will be deemed of no trifing
value That blessedness which filled his
bosom when in the exercise of holy SYM
paMy comes sweetly to his memory, like
breezes from the spice island of Hope and
love- He longs for that blessedness a.
gain, and no matter what his worldly rich
es may he, he at times will exclaim, "Oh !
give me back my HEART, and all its sweet
tide of better feeling. and take again your
gold, and honor, and sensual delight"
To the house of mourning and suffer-
ING it were well, then, that men should
often go--for there the object to which we
have alluded may the most readily lie
found.
But one Sabbath sun was gone down,
since the grave was closed upon one from
whom had received a salutary lesson of
The kind referred to. 1t was that of ten
der mother, with whom | had long had
the pleasure Of an intimate acquaintance
Her lot had been cast in the middIing walks
of life; but she possessed qualities that ever
throw beauty around the female charac-
ter, no matter whether they be found in
the saloon Of wealth, or in the cabin of
poverty.
A few months since she found herself
wasting away by rapid consumption and
her approach 10 the grave was marked
and certain
As she looked out upon the scared
leaves Of autumn, feelings far different
from those she had ever before experien-
ced filed her heart. Once the forest tints
were a gIaddening sight; and once the
sweeping winds that vhistIed around her
dwelling whispered of fire side comforts
and ola happy group around her winter
hearth. Now, it was far different. She
looked upon her wasting form and upon
the cheeks hectic flush, and felt within
her heart, that with those forest leaves Sht
too 1rouId fill, and that the cold winds
would sing requiem over her narrow
s}pulchrc. The graveyard was bat lit
tie distance from her chamber, and ever
this, brought the reality more scnsibly tc
her loSom 10 her, carth's times ant
seasons were nearly passed;-thc beauti
full buildings Of the spring, and the goId2r
riches Of the autumn, she should gaze up
on no more. They were all gone to her
and her spirit was abont to wing its way
to untried sccnes But what to a mcthcr'
Io0e were these considerations 10 tia
heart, which for its children's sake, eve
forgets itseIf?-For herself it would b
sweet to die;-to lose herselfin Saviour
love;-to mount up and listen to the cor
: verse Of celestial beings;-to pass within
! that followed vail, where holiness, peace
immortal youth, and CHRIST, foreve
D dwell THIS was prospect Of unutterabl
. joy. But, the iron, entered into her sou
when she thought Of her children.
Often would she gather the little grou
: around her, and press them closer an
closer to her beating bosom. "What WI
become of you, my boy, when am dead!
:, would she exclaim, when looking upo
y her first born; upon him who had fir
wakcned in her bosom a mothers pCcu "a
e Lorc. Well may that love lie called pec'
~ liar It's origin is eaFlier,is different trol
:. that Of another's love- 1t begins arlth II
y, life of the object She drinks in It's ros.
4 baby breath; its earliest kiss is her's;-
- its first smile is lit up in an answer to hi
smile, as she bends, over it in its Grad
:. hours. She g0re 1t DciHg-she is
~ mother!
Then would others Of her little foc
a gather to her side, and, as she kissed the
o. over AMI over again with her thin lips: h
:. bosom would beat with intense anxlet
~ No AMI shall we pardon her for feeling thu
;r in these her hours offeebIeneSs She nj
" markell the uncertainty which attends II
choice ofscc1n4 mothers. She knew tn
no hand would be to them as soft as he,
when their heads should be laid upon t
inflow Of sickness. and that no eve won