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

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T%S5H ,daess Of the inevitable hour. these are the
v"' oG the Christian faith; the grand and pecu-
n~ " ;nperisIal,lc evidences Of its power"
aOu PROFESSOR GODDARD
.oontrv solitude was made glad by
I y, i' Of a son, and my parents were with
10 hcighten my JOY and eJat;'nde. On
I,Ser occasion does a woman's heart open
|swee,ly 10 sympathy as when, claspir,s
first infant TO her breast, she feels that
has added, with ircmour and suffering,
|brr link to that human chain which de.
|,Jinc from heaven, will reach TO heaven
n, There is something still inexpressi-
1 affecting to me in infancy, in its earliest
l. before miH has put forth It's imperii-
R lille f~eelers. Ilove 10 take the iinny
M which almost melts in its fragility, in
n. and press the unconscious cheek, and
The pulses OF the protecting lid that Gov
| the still unopened eye. Papa was in
kares. His natural hilarity burst forth
almost boyish frolic. He thrust n ram
between the fingers of the fraii little
hc. threw a powder horn round his neck,
! sang hunting choruses until | was oblig-
10 stop my ears.
M other state Of society a show a cen
4 lba, which was presented at Bellevue
lbe third Sabbath after the birth of our
Il All the negroes, dressed in their best,
he to welcome their young massa, bring,
! offerings of eggs and chickens, and pro-
|uncing prayers and blessings as the un-
tsious sleeper, decorated, too, in his lit
! fnery, las in his nurses arms.
|The child grew, and called up in Arthur
myself "a new fount of affection for him
for each other. Why should detail
hat millions have felt and described and
! | may, for infancy, ike flowers, is al
kys fresh. may tell how, as he rested in
h arms, before expression began 10 mou ID
i features, Imagination traced the mind
bl would come and light it as a torch, the
Ise, which owes its chief beauty TO the
|me within. may tell how Arthur left
j late and returned early, while the ro-
lance of first love seemed renewed; how
L hung together over the boys little crib,
bd LAID our ears near the sleeper's mouth
bring in his soft stiffness that he breatheo
E; | may tell, at least TO mothers, how
bzed at his first smile. listened TO his frs
ugh, supported his first footstep, and mad,
m repeat again and again his first word
bd how his being shone like a new plane
/ Arhur's life and mine.
Our little Arthur was a miniature like
Fss of his father on that full brow, il
Jose dark eyes, | loved 10 trace my hus
fnds image For the first two years Of hi
\, until the birth Of a little girl, thought
/ is the case with most American mothers
little else but him and even after tina
Eenl' the child's companionship was ever,
ping to me. He was precisesly musical
pa | taught him many nursery songs. A
Pc age of three years, secluded as we wer
the country in winter, | felt il a %privileg
let him fall asleep in my arms. Whe
became %drowsy, he ran instinctively tc
ards me, sprang into my lap, and bega
sing The notes gradually grew fainte'
Kettle voices Of birds in twilight forest
Fn, starting up afresh, he smiled and san
pull his lids closed over his dark eyes lik
Uoontlnged cloud on the night sky; an
Jus 1t was, with song and smile, that SOM
mes IN the midst of a word. consciousne:
f'Gok him, and the mantle of sleep folde
: 'l!Ile spirit. One night he was reposin
JUS IN my arms when Arthur came HON
Enelt down before us, clasped his arn
Pound US, laid his lips against the ros
aFek Of the boy, and sighed in the very FL
Fss oil his love.
ihal night we were awoke with the strui
lOg sound Of the Group, which has so c
sent a death-chill 10 a mothers heart
ne night passed in wild and fearful stru
rsO on his part, and desperate yet u%nceasir
p0i!s on ours; medical aid arrived early {
OIIowlng day, but the boy was dying
Knew me not his glazed eye was u
"a and away from mine; his hand, no
sHOg and restless, and then, as life quivt
eeole and helpless, returned not my pre-
VIE mat sought for life and feeling wi
FI1dened cagerness.
ne died | caught the last hutter Of
iep'n' ielt the GOODNESS of death gather
nand, still full and beautiful as the I
%s dream of a cherub.
was borne to my room, and Arthur I
Eseu 10 comfort me, himself despairing,
'Snl drew on rapidly. Oh, that first mig
Ge'eavement how coldly and darkly s
Us shades over breaking hearts
aarnur slept, and at midnight | arose
'I my boy.
ne was laid on his little couch, and I
go Watchers were singing hymns o'
,r'ed to touch his deathly brow a
Sui could not he seemed no Ions
ne moon shone with strange brightn
The window, almost obscuring the s