Burlington free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1827-1865, 1836-02-26

uWeIilnP Nate was aole 10 1eei anu tell
how truly she missed
"The glancing Of her sisters eye,
The waving Of her hair,
The footsteps lightly gliding by,
The hand so small and fair"
But little Miriam soon forgot her troubles
in the excitement of black frocks and
Grape bonnet.
Years pass, as well as months; and when
we review them, we think they pass AS
quickly. The retrospect of both is nearly |
the same; but the prospect, how different
Katherine MORRISON had completed her
seventeenth year, end was already arrived
at the dangerous distinction of being a I
belle and beauty. She had almost ceased
to remember that her sister, whose beau
tIfu form was now part and parcel of the
earth wherein it lay, left written testi
mony' of her trials; that she LAID open her
hearts feelings. hopes and dlsapp ointmen,s
for her advantage that TO prevent her
sisters tears she had re-shed her own, for
she had torn afresh wounds which time had
comparatively healed, and had again coun.
ed the drops Of blood distilled from her
| lacera'ed heart. My blessed child T. said
her mother, have YOU forgotten poor Ra-
chaes legacy how she bequeathed you
the knowledge of her temptation that
| &, l.
She laid few leaves of paper upon her
table, fairly and plainly written and Kate
retrlmed her lamp, and flung the garland
from her brow, that she might read the
following story Of her dead sister.
ga woman, Kate, a young unmarried
woman's trials, are generally of the affec.
tons; trials Of temper, trials Of judgment,
trials Of power, come aflerward; but a
young girls trials, are Of the heart.
81 hope you have not yet understood
what it is to love; unless indeed, you lor,
,chat is lovely, lovely not only for time, bu
for eternity. The impression made on ,
young heart may be considered light ant
yet 1t is long, oh, how long before it wear
out: found it 50. The remembrance 0
your sister, of the once living reality Of he
who pens these lines, will, before you rea,
them, have faded TO an outlined vision
You will remember tim. pale girl, wh
loved flowers and music and for whom vo
gathered the finest grapes;and the though
Of her will bring back her last kiss, he
white brow, her dead hand, the never t
be forgotten touch of death the tears,
: mothers precious tears and then the fun
eral Aye, my beloved sister, it will be
vision, but we may learn wisdom irol
o such.
81 did think too highly of my acquire
Z ments, aud practiced them more for tn
sake.of display. than desire to give plea
sure. They attracted the attention Of on
who, possessed Of much beauty, much ia
ent, and some, indeed many, amable qua
lilies, was nevertheless deficient in til
great requisites for domestic, much lie;
Is Christian happiness. For time. we wei
e as two gay butterflies sporting in the su,
c shine; learned to see with his ewes,
hear with his ears, TO feel his feelings,
n live but in his presence and yet | hard
knew it; was not that strange One
II the mysteries OF love, perpetualy denyir
r, his influence with my lips, lying to II
heart ; practlclng self:deception; but hoy
ever | might have succeeded in deceiviI
q myself, did not could not deceive hin
lie knew his power, end while he loved m
An! Kate, take my experience with y,
= into the world, and remember that viii
men talk oflove, women feel it )--oved NJ
he believed well, yet endeavored to lau!
p' at my 'amable weakness, early prejndicc
- want OF worldly knowledge Such
'e termed in honied words. woman's best a
!" surest safeguard. her refuge, her hope, h
" shield and bucker. At first | was aarl
- ed but he never wounded my feeling
&c Day by day, secure of my affections
u became more careless in his expression
u though he gave me no reason to suppc
No that he was guilty of infdeIily. | want
IL the courage and in truth, the Christi
w know le0ue TO cOmhnt his oeSortions -,
for long time ! sheltered myself under
ct hope, almos, the belief that he did but ie
es And awful as it was still it was conf.
ST. a towards comfort, truly, that has no tr,
er for its foundation. My dear mother, /
n trembled while she prayed for my hap
~ ness; but my father thought of the splc
'o' dor Of the alliance and reolced therein
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