Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1842-10-21


"Mother I"
V. They entered the drawing room, Just
as the setting sun was shedding his golden
light over the landscape and so6ening every
object with his parting beams.
"hly dear Grace God be thanked that
you are returned to me again. You are
pale my love-" said Mrs. Fleming, as she as
sisted her daughter in dsrobing her delicate
form of her outer garments 1t is only the |
fatigue of long journey my dear mother,
that will soon pass away"-she exclaimed, |
as she pointed TO the decayed moss-rosc
stalk on the mantle,
eff IShc--the Sainted Sybil-the Loved |
and Lost-could but be with us and smile |
upon US, to night as she was wont Oh |
mother if the music of her voice could be
heard in this room again." continued the |
poor girl, as her lip quivered and the tear
started to her eye.
"Grace, she is happier where she is, and
would you recall blessed spirit from her
! blissiul home to earth again? No, no, my
daughter That which is pure has no SYM
pathles with the impurities of the world
Let us cherish her memory in our heart of
hearts--let us initiate her virtues, and toc shall
go INTO her, H0ugh she come not into as a.
gain" 81 feel that do wrong, very wrong,
my dear mother, to wish even dear Sybil
back again. But how often when away.
have dreamed of her-how often have
seen her buoyant step, her angelic smile,
and her slender form as she glided about the
house. Every thing see-the little work
box upon the table, the prayer book, the
flower rose, and the old Bible-have her i'm
age so impressed upon them, that it almost
seems she could not have gone, but must
still be with us True, true, mother, she
will not come back to us, but shall 90 TO
her"
The emphatic and agitated manner in
which Grace uttered the closing words-"I
shall go unto her"-aarmed her mother, aud
: as her eyes encountered those of her daugh-
ter, the poor girl sank almost exhausted into
a chair. Her face was coloress and white
as snow save only hectic spot in the center
of her cheeks. Was she too marked as a
victim of consumption Did the DEATH
worm lay concealed in the bud, stealing away
its life and its beauty ere it expanded into
the full bloom flower Was she soon to fol-
low her sister, and were the TwIN-BoRN to
sleep together in one and the same gravel
"She shall not come unto me, but | shall
90 unto her" Were the words so feelingly
uttered prophetic of her own doom!
, Mrs. Fleming was alarmed at the extreme
y delicate state of her daughters health, and
: at the very marked change that had come
E over her, since her sojourn in a Southern
e cline, The feeble frame-the uncertain
5 step-the pallid and sicky hue, and the
2 crimson flush on her cheek-like a rose leaf
| M in ba Af oh,
e were symptoms that could not fail to create
e painful apprehensions in her BOSOM The
f sigh would escape her lips, and the tear start
$ unbidden to her eye as she beheld the frail
D figure before her, and strove to conceal from
0 herself as well as her daughter, the painful
4 mlsgivings that crowded upon her mind, and
e made her heart bleed, at the thought of los
d ing her only remaining jewel.
Il For moment Grace seemed to recover.
d and her spirit once more to possess buoy
Il ancy and animation which held out tran
n slent CLEAN OF returning health. 1t was but
: the Ticker OF the expiring taper Her soul
was attuned to all the kindly sympathies of
d lite-but the casket in which lay embedded
1t the priceless gem, was but as the gossamer
which floats on the air, and awaits only the
!, chill blast to dissipate its filmy thread and
;, cause it to disappear forever.
q Grace, as | said, seemed for moment to
# have regained the elasticity of her spirits
n and she moved lightly about the room and
r. placed her fingers on every little article that
. stood in the accustomed nook as she left
" them when she departed from her home
% now uttering an exclamation of Joy or oil
= passionate grief, as the image of Sybil seemed
9 to be fitting before her ROBBED in her vest
ts ments-her celestial countenance beaming
70 with angelic smiles she seemed creature OF
n heaven rather than of earth. Her LIGHT
4 fawn-lke step, her graceful and beautifully
~ moulded figure, the sweet expression of hel
L. CONFERENCE.-The sadness and paleness re,
y lieved by the dark ringlets that hung in clus
70 tiers over her face-her gracefully archec
10 and swan-like neck, her bright and ustrou;
~ eyes-surely, surely, she must have faller
4. from higher sphere, and awaits but the
"a breath of Heaven to bear her sprit-likeforn
N to its native home.
IN AS she was about passing from the draw
ing-room to her own chamber, she suddenly
. stopped as if she had forgotten to look a
~ some favorite spot, that was dear to tn,
81 heart of her departed sister Quick as ligh
- -. she rushed to the Piano, which had not beer
. "a, touched since Sybil sung with her few
Nv nights before her death, and opening it
." swept her fingers hurriedly over the keys
= not whittier than her own fair hand
wv "Grace my love, you are too exhausted t.
ne play tonight beseech you to be careful
ad of your health, and not endanger it by sue
no excitement. You are at home once more
Va my dear, and have leisure to amuse yoursel
or again with your former recreations. | wou