The Ohio Democrat. [volume] (Canal Dover, Ohio) 1840-1900, 1841-01-08
III. MlTCHENER.-EDrroR & PROrNrErOR.
CANAL DovERTUscARAwAs COUNTY (ono) JANUARY s. 1871

But am old enough, Rachel. shall be
seven next month. Perhaps, sister, you were
tempted to tell stOryl'
NO.
''Io wear tight shoes at the dancins lesson
mol
Togo into the garden and gatIer cherries
without eavei'
No.
'To ride tho kicking pony9'
"Indeed, my Kate, you need not attempt 10
find out. Listen to me; if it pleases God that
live until you have completed your seventeenth
year, will relate to You my temptation; it. lis
Ten to me, Katharine-I am taken from you in
to the world ofsPirits before you attain the beau
ty and incur the dangers of womanhood. will
leave written testimony that may warn you
how to avoid the sorrows which have planted
and watered the willows tina. are already grow
ing over my early grave"
Kate did not quite understand what her sis.
Ter meant, but she saw that her eyes were filled
with tears, and so she crept silently 10 her side,
and looked up into her face, and felt her heart
sad within her. A little time and the sbarp
winds ofan unusually cold spring sent (the ply
sic!an said) poor Rachel Morrison to an earIy
grave. There was one who knew otherwise,
who knew that the iron had entered her soul.
and fastened in its core, and thath body was
too delicate to withstand the struggles of her
mind. Her mother closed her eyes. and sorrow
ed over her bier, but not as one having no hope,
Tor her last blessed words wero, ~ know that
my Redeemer llvethP There was much mour-
ming in the bcreaved dwelling. Kate was able
10 feel and to tell how truly she missed
'Fhe glancing of her sisters eye,
The waving other hair,
The footsteps lightly gliding by,
The hand SO small and fair
But little Miriam soon forgot her troubles in the
excitement of black frocks and a Grape bonnet.
Years pass as well as months and when we
revicw them, we think they pass quickly. The
retrospect of both is nearly the same; but the
prospect, how different Katherine Morrison
had completed her seventeenth year, and was al
ready arrived a. the dangerous distinction of be-
ing belle and beauty. She had almos t
ceased to remember that her sister, whose once
beautiful form was now part and parcel of the
earth wherein it lay, left n written testimony
of her trials that she laid open her hearts feel
ings, hopes and disappointments for her advan-
tage that. to prevent her sisters tears, she had
| reshed her own-for she haG torn afresh wounds
which time had comparatively healed, and had
again counted the drops of blood distilled from
her lacera:ed heart. My blessed child p said
her mother, 'have you forgotten poor Rachel:
legacyl bow she bequeathed you the knowl.
adge of her temptation that your fate nigh
not be as hersl
She laid few leaves ofpaper upon her table
fairly and plainly written; and Kate rstrimmec
her lamp, and flung the garland from her brow
that she might read the story of her dead sister
"a woman, Kate, a young unmarried wo
man trials-are generally orhe affectons:-
trials Of temper-trials of judgment-trials o
power come afterwards; but young girls trial
are of the heart.
II hope you have not yet understood what il
is to love, unless, indeed you love what is love
Iy.-lovely not only for time, but for eternity
The impression made en- young heart may bt
considered light: and yet, Katherine, ii is Ion.
oh how long i before it wears out; foun'
tso, You know The pains my dear mother ev
ar took to impress upon us our religious duties
to teach us Christ all .in-all sufficient and t.
nldnlIeSt our ihltn DY our "0rKs. L teHr m
that trusted too much to my own strength
that thought TOO much ofmy own acquire
Tlcnts. The pains bestowed on my eJucato
made me superior TO myself The rene
brance oiyour slstor-of The once living realit
of her who pens these lines-wiIl, before yo
read them, have faded 10 an outlined vision
You will remember thin, pale girl, who love
flowers and music, aud for whom you gathere
the fines, grapes; and the thought of her wi
bring back her last kiss-her white brow; he
dead hand, the never-to-be- forgotten touch
death the tears, mothers precious tears
and then the funeral. Ay, my beloved sise
all will be visioni but we may learn wisdol
from such.
81 did think too lightly ofmy requirement.
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