The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1838-03-27

OF The sell innlOlatIOn OF TIE young "'h' p'""''
| fat Girl sent i'm their testimonials OF interest.
When friends entered and bestowed their part
inc kiss on her sister, Rosalies 'pretty eyes filled
with tears; but the gifts, the hustle, ana noVeHy
of preparation soon dried them up again. a
doubling cast of care was on the iaillers prov
but he babe God speed and blcs his ENID. Ellen
went mechanically through her duties. II she
was sar,ler and paler than her wont, was It not
for Isabel, her dear friend and cousin? AND
how Jared it with the mother Of the young exile?
She busted herself, for she dared not TO be
de.-She checked the struggling sigh, and wiped
off the the gathering tear, and her short eJacula-
tory prayer for patience and submission went up
when none could hear. Time sped, chow soon
| he flies with moments counted by parting friends!)
and the bridal was TO take place Oh the morrow,
the departure the succeeding day. One by one
the family retired, the mother last, for troubled
and restless emotion made her wakefu. As she
sat alone, the ticking Of the tilnepiece seemed
almost shrill to her excited err. She reca ed the
childish Joy OF Isabel, when, raised to that old
clock, she clasped her hands at the revolving
moon, whose round face looked upon her ; there
was The little chair, now Rosue's, in which Isa-
bel had sought ambitiously, but in vain, to rest
her dimpled reet on the floor. That room could
almost tell her history. There was the framed
and faded sampler, Knocked 10y the changing
fashions Of the day; the more elaborate and
tasteful decorations of the pencil the piano
forte which had soothed and frightened her
VARYING hours Was it possible that those dear
:. hands should touch its chords no more for years
perhaps for ever? There was the work box, the
quiet but precious instrument over which a wo-
mans heart pours out its home emotions in most
unconscious freedom. She opened it with u
trembling hand. How tasteful, how judcious
Character was visible in all its combinations; il
spoke ofeconomy, Just arrangement,Ia land fancy
while little touches OF the affections peeped forth
| tS vs. 10 uoZpt
i these things tears gushed forth, and she heard
not lsabels light tootstep, until her arms were
thrown around her.
Il would that you had not witnessed these
emotions, said her mother, almost coldly. you
have chosen your path, and leave me to go down
coldly to mine. Strangers are to occupy the
heart which have trained for eighteen years.
But go. Console yourself as you will, midnight
and tears are my portion.
Isabel clung to her mother beseechingly, the
lofty look of heroism almost driven from her
brow. Mother, your parents dotted on yon,' she
said fulteringly, ''s you on me, yet you left their
arms for an earthly love- How much greater is
the duty that calls me from you to give salvation
to the lost, life to the dying. Oh mother she
continued, graspng her hand with kindng eye
and solemn gestures, should die in this enter
prise, 90 boldly to the court of heaven and ask
for your child. How proud will be your JOY to
see the weak and humble girl you nurtured in
| your nOSOnI, SulIOuIlueu Wy lllB WHltc-IoDeu
souls she has rescued through Christs mercy,
perchance leading their hymns in heaven, It's she
has done on earlh2 Oh, mother, will they not
greet you earth with Il ne " song OF JOY, wei
come thou whose child has opened unto us the
book Of life =
| The mother was awed, silenced. She took
the dear enthusiast TO her arms, stroked the fall
ing hair from per glistening eyes, and pressing
that soft cheek to her bosom said, Il will resign
thee beloved, Gods will he done
| THE PARTING.
The bridal was over, the few guests had gone,
and silence settled on that little group soon
to he severed by rolling seas Isabel touched II
few chords on her piano-furte. At first her hand
IT. embed, and Rosae who stood by looking
wis.IIv wiped her sisters cheek with her little
handkerchief Gradually her fingers became
firm us her thoughts possessed themselves OF her
great mission, and her voice full and deep us in
her freeest moments, while she sang 10 the tune
OF the Brides Farewell, the touching verses OF u
Southern poeess.
THE MISSIONARIES FAREWELL.
BY MISS MARY PALMER.
FAREWELL Mother-Jesus calls me
Far away from home and thee
Earthly love no more enthrals me,
When bleeding Cross see.
Farewell, Motker-do not pain me
BY thine agonizng woe
These fond arms cannot detaln me,
Dearest Mother-l must go.
Farewell, Father-Oh how tender
Are the cords that bind me here;
Jesus! hel me to surrender
All love, without a tear.
No--my Saviour! vert Mou fearless,
Leaning o er the buried dead.
At this hour, so sad and cheeress,
Shall not burning tears be shed
Farewell, Sis,er-do not press me
TO thy Young and throbbng heart;
OH no longer now distress me,
Sister-Sister--we must part.
Farewel-pale and silent Brother
How grieve to pain thee so:
Father-Mother- Observation-Disclosures
Jesus caMS-Oh ! let me go!
Every heart throbbing, every eye gushing
with tears except that OF the rapt singer, who sat
with upward looks like bird preparing to wing
it's homeward way to warmer skies.
Rosalie had been Graded in her arms for three
years that night her first punishment, and
the child had sobbed herself to sleep i'll the lit
tie crib assigned to her by her mothers bedside
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