Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1838-02-02

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How differently that soft planet rises on
different eycsl The child looks on its beau
ty like epluything, and claps his honds in
Joy; the young girl cherishes its sweet.
mysterious rays, and images, deerer and
more tender, pour their light on her roman
tic spirit; the traveller blesses it on his way,
and thinks of eyes softer and brighter than
its beams at home the h~usbandman prophe-
sizes in its silver radiance sunshine for the
morrow the lover, like the Pythagorcan,
fixes his earnest eye on the elittering orb,
longing TO trace there the thought OF a dear
one and inscribe his own and the astro-
homer gazes on The beautiful glory in scien.
ti6c pride; but alas, FOR me, on that night it
rose like u separate ball Of FIRE, without
blending or harmony. There was no light
on earth; nature was chaotic. | saw but
one object, the dear form OF any boy, stiff
and cold, unsmiling. unanswering.
My kind woman looked at me pnyingly,
and were eloquent with their simple religi-
Gus consolation. They were idle words to
ne. God had struck the rock TO my soul,
but the blow had hardened it. The waters
gushed not fo,lh. Arthur still slept men
can sleep. | went huJridly and sought the
materials for a shroud, and sat down by my
boy, and some wild association mode me
bind the white ribands from my bridal dress
on his last garment.
could not look at him, and yet his i'm
age was indefinitely multiplied wherever
| turned then, and for weeks after, amid
sunshine or darkness, by the social hearth
or in the solitude of my chamber, all was
darkness, except where luminous points
shone a dead child.
We carried our hoy 10 Roselund, and de-
posted his precious remains at Cedar Mound.
Il storined that night after he was laid in his
cold bed. | shuddered the change was
too horrible between my loving arms and
that pelting rain. | asked why God could
not have translated his cherub for TO heaven?
| could have borne his happy, upward flight,
and waved my hand 10 him as in an earthly
parting, when the white clouds opened to
lake him in; and | would have fancied that
young mellifuous voice chanting its new
borne tones, and the sweet surprise Of his
enclosing gaze but TO leave him therel-
Father in Heaven thou has, pardoned the
rebellion of a heart, in its first gush o.
grief
The sympathy Of my parents was %consol
ing; but | missed my boy on his grandIath
er's knee, and his prattle by his grandlath
er's side. In the restlessness of my soul
returned 10 Bellevue. Everything had beer
removed that could remind me of him. Hi:
little hat and cloak hung no more in the pas
sage; his barrow and whip were gone from
The garden-path; his carved alphabet nc
longer strewed the floor, nor did his dis
figured toy-books meet my eye; all wa'
dreary order and decorum; but, with al
their care, could they prevent his graceful
image from haunting these familiar scenes
How often did | hear his footstep on tn
stairs, his shout in the courtyard How
often fancy his arms about my neck, an
feel his eager kisses on my cheek! How
often did | press my struggling heart an
cry, "My son my sonl would to God
had died for theei'
Arthur Watched my feelings tenderly.-
: He sat by me hour by hour, silently, but wit
/, looks that said, "My poor stricken onel-
The storm has dealt hardly with thee, BIT
flowers will not grow unless water an
!. winds descend as well as sunshine. | wi
. be very patient, and hold my heart all read
for thee, when thy love and hope shall as
, for their accustomed nest"
What an education poor humanity II
uuires 10 train it for Heavenl had thougl
: myself religious, and yet, when God too
back the gift he had bestowed, a gift tn
had Frightened my being for three hapr
: wears, | could not bless him for the pnst 10.
! My rebellious spirit charged even Heavs
with injustice.
Arthur's unwenried love, my litte Anna
4 caresses, and the softening hand of tim
o. slowly wrought their sweet and natural !
Auence. began not 10 look exclusively.
IS the grave; | listened as the buds OF sprlr
v told their beautiful story Of a new.clolh'
/. soul | loved to think that the chill feel
earth was giving place TO the flowers tn
began TO gem my darling's distant bed an
as time passed on, | forgot the flowers
: earth, and thought only of heavens garde
where my boy was waiting for me to con
o. Death, since my first bereavement, has ne
,n er borne the same aspect. have lost a ge
4 lie girl, and let her pass quietly, with scar
u tear on her grave my thoughts went 4
" ward 10 my growing family above. cou
-. bear TO look on the soft curl that had la
on her brow, and fold the garments that h
n clothed her living form. f,
NV mother followed | fancied the me
Is ing between her and my chernb childr'
and did not ask her back to a world wh'
II. she could die again. closed Richar
eyes of love, and my heart said, Gods "
d. be done" aqg.
q Long and refreshing, when my mind
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