The Northern galaxy, and Middlebury people's press. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1843-1844, 1843-12-06
MISCELLANEOUS.

MISCELLANEOUS.
Cir CsraGe in thu gg'IIuerness.
BY MISS CAROLINE oRNE.
The O-irI sang OIL the pendant Dough,
Uy the home Of her lowly rest,
Art DER il the star Of evening sIone,
Like the smile of an angel best"
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It twas on a bright morning in the month
Of Nav. that the wagon of an emigrant might
have been seen slowly moving along the
rough grass covered road, family traced
tbrou-h the heart of the southwestern wilder
ness. II is seldom that the sun looks upon a
scene Of richer beauty. and yet the hearts of
hose who behcld it, pinned for the home they
hal left beyond the mountains.
Rosa. how do YOU feel now = said Mr..
GSlone, with an expression of great anxiety
boxing hack into the wagon from the scat
where he sat guiding the horses. This was
addressed TO his daughter, girl of seventeen,
Who lay on bed placed in the bottom of the
wagon with her head supported in her moth
c'slap.
\ little better she replied in a faint
voice.
Oh no said Mrs. Osborne. 'the fever
flush on her cheeks deepens every moment.
do wish We could find some spot where we
might rest: she cannot bear the motion of
the carriage
We must 90 on till we can find water, at
any rate replied her husband, and if am
moi deceived the soil indicates it to be near at
hand
Let James and alight, father, and 90
frward, said handsome, active boy of
ihhtcen, and see if we can't find some
His father asscnted, and alishling, the boys
bounded along the road, which now began 90
eat2ra deep forest Leaving the road on
The left, they soon emerged into the open
couatry, and ascending a spot of ground
somewhat elevated, they, to their great de-
Eight, hehcd at a little distance, a stream of
water sparkling brightly in the sunbeams.-
The shout of joy which they uttered at the
d;-eaverr, rose shrill and clear on the air, and
WIS waited back TO those left behind Mr..
Osborne cheered the horses into Il quicker
p7ce. and in a few moments they had arrived
al the point where the eldest boy, whose
name was Robert had stationed himself, that
be might direct his father which way to pro-
c2ed. 1t was with considerable difficulty
though the distance was short that Mr.. Os-
borne led the horses through the intricacies of
the forest, the interlacing boughs or the lux
uriant vine, frequently checking all father pro-
sre>s. till cut or torn away
There father said Robert when they had
Il last arrived at the foot of the cminence,
'you see where James stands in the shade of
those large trees. Well the water, though
We cannot see it here, is not more than half Il
rod from that spot, and looks almost as bright
and sparkling as the brook that used to run
back of our house, which Rosa used to love
so well. There are no such smooth pebbles
at the bottom, though he added with a
sigh.
TWAS not long before they halted in the
shade of cluster of maple trees, the same
which had been indicated by Robert. Here
II was their first care to arrange bed for
Rosa.
1t was lonely and quiet spot; the rustling
OF the foliage, and occasionally gush Of
sweet wild music, from some bird alone
breaking the Sabbath stiffness. The air,
SOFT and clear, and laden with the breath of
The many brilliant flowers gemming the green
sWard. as if famed the brow of the fair girl
Tor moment appeared to alleviate her suf-
ierInes. From the place where she lay, she
could behold the sparkling stream, and she
thought Of the clear brook on whose pebblv
ned she had in childhood, so often stood and
watched Its waters, like Il stream of liquid
amber, gmgle over her small bare feet, and
listened to Its musical voice that seemed
Whispering TO her of days of JOY to come
There was living form, too, that rose amid
sle scene, and hallOwed and endeared the
memories of her late home. The spot where
Edgar Ashton had told her Of his love, and
communicated to her the place he had formed
oiJoning her in the far west, as soon as he
mad accumulated a sum that would make the
ilttle homestead for his widowed mother and
MS two younger brothers, rose up so palpably
before her that she had held her breath to lis
'ea, expecting to hear his voice. The loud
carol OF bird, such as she had never before
heard dissipated the allusion and covering
Ier lace with her hands, she wept as she be-
zane conscious that her mind was yielding to
uif newilierins influence of the disease.
me noon tide hour had long been past,
ana Mr. Osborne and his two sons had COM
lieIed slight structure, formed of the limbs
Iid boughs Of trees, as shelter from the
heavy night dews. Rosa, as she turned her
yes towards the east, beheld one lone star
oesinnmg to shine family near the horizon,
o ond sne imagined that its light might beam
vi nm who was now far away. Perhaps
s ,a then his eyes, like hers's might be direc-
ted towards it.
nj = 1t not Thursdayl' she inquired of her
'''o.ner who drew near her bedside.
She replied that it was.
thursday evening" she resumed, is as
3 3nu may remember, the last we ever spent in
Tur home. Edgar Ashton was with US. and
'eiore We parted, we all sang our favorite