Bloomington herald. [volume] (Bloomington, I. T. [Iowa]) 1840-1849, 1841-11-19

Ely MISS DE FOREST.

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girl whose brow wore yet the innocence, of
childhood; and in her SIMPLIFY she answered,
II will love this little flower. 1t is very beau
tiful. will shelter it from the rude winds,
lest they rutTle its leaves. will shield ii from
the burning heat Of noon, and it will bloom on
year after year, to repay me for my care."-
The rosebud fourished, as well II might, and
each day beheld the maiden at her pleasant Ia
Dor.
Well she did redeem her pledge; and a
mong the flowers of the arbor, Helen's rose
tree exceeded in all beauty. There came a
summer morn, when the clustering dew-drops
mlrrored forth the g lowing grace which breath
ed around them; but why was Helen sad g.
why elis,ened the tear-drop in her eye? The
rose mad wi!hered, and never more would its
life be renewed. But the silent monitor with
in, reproving, said, WHY do you weep! Is
there nothing else for you to cherish? There
are some who have claim upon your afiec-
lions, and whom you had forgotten In your de-
volion to this fair favorte. Yes, your sister,
lanlhe is seeking a substitute for he. accus-
toned playmate among her dolls. But they
answer not her questions, and she meets with
no returning smile" Helen brushed away
her tears, and turned to her neglected sister;
and she thought, in mingled penitence aud
hope, II will no more love an inanlmate OBJ
ject; will smile on those who can smile in
return" So, bound in the firm bouds Of sis
,erIy affection, Helen and lanlhe passed over
the hours of childhood. But like the blush Of
the rose-ree, the beautiful Ianthe began TO
fade; and ere she had numbered fifteen sum-
ners, Helen stood by the grave OF her sister,
and said, in the agony of her heart, IL will
never love again.
Months rolled on, and the saddened brow of
the maiden gave place to cheeriuness; for ID
gain she had learned to love-most iondy-
most devotediy; and he whom she trusted
seemed deserving. Who could look upon that
noble brow and suspect deceit Helen could
not. SO with confidence she pledged her hand
aud heart to one who estimated not their val
ue. Then came there a change upon his coun-
teuance and the gloom Of discomfort seemed
impressed upon his spirit. Yet he had a
smile for each and for all but her, his uncom-
planning Helen. She saw that one more beau
tltul than she had stolen the heart OF her be-
troihed and with ilrmness she released him
from his vow, and torbore reproach. Then
were the warm affections Of her bosom again
flung forth, as if to seek resting place; and
when, like the famed dove OF olden time, they
found it hot on earth, they came back TO their
own desoate home. In the ruin Of her dear
esl hopes, Helen felt that there was nolhn.
more Tor her To love on earth; for depressed
mind had clad all things in It's own sombre hue.
Then again whispered the monitor OF con-
science. - You have erred In that you have
ldolized the things of earh-you have leaned
upon a broken reed. Look beyond this world
Of vanIly--look upward, aud there you Will
find home where death and sin have no adj
mittance-'where the weary are at rest and
where love changeth not Love your God SUI
premeIy, and you will be happy" With tears
of penItence, the errlng one received the ad-
monitor. She sent forth to heaven those
burning aspirations which she had vainly ihot
TO satisfy below and they returned not emp
ty, for they brough, with them The olive branch
OF peace. She threw herself OH the mercy OF
a pardoning God, and through faith III his a
tenement beheld her name written IN the book
of life. She remembered her past life as
wayward dream, in which her eyes had been
closed to her true happiness. and she saw why
it had been scene of disappointment. The
rose had withered in her grasp-her beautiful
sister had been torn from her embrace-and
that last cup of bitter sorrow been poured out
unto her, ere she had learned that all below Is
vanity. But now look OF sweet con'entment
animated her CONFERENCE.-The love which
- eadurelh all things" adorned her character,
and she said no more, 81 will never love a.
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