The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1838-04-18

d Strangers are 10 occupy The heart which l
: have trained for eighteen years. But 60.
3 Console yourself as you will, midnight aud
tears are my portion"
S Isabel cung to her mother bcsecchingly,
5 the lofty look of heroism almost driven from
, her brow" Mother, your parents dotted on
you" she said faleriugly, sas you on me,
+ yet you left their arms for an earthly love.
How much greater is the duty that calls mo
from you to give salvation to the lost, life
10 the dying. Oh mother" she continued
i. grasping her hand with kindling eye, aud
solemn gesture, "should die in this en-
terprise, 60 boldly to the court of heaven
asd ask for ysur child. How proud will
be your JOY to see the weak and humble
, girl you nurtured in your bosom, surround
! cd by the white-robed souls sho has rescued
through Christ's mercy, perchance leading
their hymns in heaven as she has done OIL
earth! Oh, mother, will they not greet you
with new song of joy, Welcome thou
whose child has opened unto us the book
Of life Z"
|, Her mother WINS awed, silenced. She
, took the dear enthusiast to her arms, strok-
ed the falling hair from her glstening eyes,
. and pressing that soft cheek to her bosom
said, 81 will resign thee, beloved, Gods
will bo DONE"
THE PARTING.
! The bridal was over, the few guests had
gone, and sience settled OF that little group
SO soon TO be severed by rolling seas. Is
abel touched few chords on her piano
forte. At first her hand trembled, aud Ro-
sale who stood by looking wisifully, wiped
her sisters cheek with her little handker-
chief Gradually her fingers became firm
as her thoughts possessed themselves Of her
great mission aud her voice still and deep
} as in her frcesi moments, while she sang to
: the tune of the Brides Farewell, the
touching verses Of a Southern poetcss.
THE MISSIONARIES FAREWELL.
; by Miss Mary Palmer.
Farewell, Mother, Jesus calls me
Far away from home and thee;
Earthly love no more en,hrals me-
When bleeding cross see.
Farewell, Mother-do moi pain mc,
BY thy agonizing woe,
Those fond aims cannot detain me,
Dearest Mothcr--I must 60
e Farewell, rathcr-ohl how tender
r Are the chords that bind me here;
j Jesus help the 10 surrender
7 All love, without tear.
No--my Savior vert thou fearless
5 Leaning DER the burcdldcad7
At this hour, so sad and cheerless,
E Shall not burning tears be shed
Farewell, Sister-do not press me
To thy young and throbbing heart;
, Oh no longer now distress me,
Sister--Sster--we must part.
Farcwell-pae and silent brother
How grieve TO pain the sol
Father Moiher--Sister-Br
Jesus calis--Oh Yet me go
> Every heart was ilirobbing, every eye
J gushing with tears except that of the rapi
singer, who sat with upward look like a
bird preparing to wing its homeward way
to warmer skies.
Rosalie had been cradled in her sisters
arms for three years that night was her
first Punishment, and the child had sobbed
: herself to sleep in the little crib assigned 10
, her by her mothers bedside. Isabel sought
4 the sIumbcrer alone, for the first time over
powered by regrets stronger than religious
: duty. She locked the door aud trod light
iy to the bedside, The little sIseper's face
had resumed its tranquility, but there was
deeper flush than usual on her rounded
cheek, and as Isabel put softly aside the
eutanqled hair on the pillow, she found II
: wet with tears. Long and earnest aud loy-
ing was the gaze Of the Missionary's bride,
and as she looked, the chest OF the child
. stirred with prolonged and trembling sob
! like the hcoving Of biIlow when the gale
has died away. Isabel disengnged one OF
the moist curls, severed 1t from its luxuri-
!, ant companions, and placed II IN her bosom
pressing her hand moment on her own
! tbrobbing heart. The struggle passed a.
: way, and knecing by the bedside she wins
pered prayer.
:, "God and Father of innocence" sb'
!, !, said az l love the soul Of this little child
= so may love he souls Of the young be
= nghted ones who arc il the darkness o
. !. hesihenism. Let me crush every love whici
! !, would draw me away from my high calling
She rose from her knees fearless 10 Tho
might of holy resolution, and bending ovei
: the little girl kissed her hands and forehead
then looking upward said again, Coo
4 bless thee, young angel, and teach me t'
save kindred souls"
: A low knock at the door and tende
:, voice aroused her, and with light treas
she left the room.
}. THE VOYAGE.
,, The young bride at sea Who has no
h seen her gush Of parting sorrow dried slow
+ " away as one for whom she has left all
!. stands near to comfort her And she j.
!, comfor,ed. The long, long day, listlsss e
= others, is foil of though, TO her, for ~
10 watches her steps her smile, her sisb--h
V future and hers are one. She loves to se'
a the sunj,t waves. the evening stars with him