The Charlotte journal. [volume] (Charlotte, N.C.) 1835-1851, 1843-11-24

had arrived at The poln! where the eldest
boy, whose name was Robert, had station
ed himself, that he might direct his father
which wav to proceed. Ii was with consid-
cradle difficulty, though the distance was
short, that MIR. Osborne led the horse on
through the intricaces OF the forest, the
interlacing bouehs or the luxuIiani vine
Frequently checking all further progress,
ill cut or torn away.
There father, said Robert, when they
bad at last arrived at the foot Of the emi
nrnce, you SEQ where James stands in the
shade Of those large trees. Well, the wa.
ter though we cannot see il here, is not
more than half a rod from tina. spot, and
looks almost as btigh, and sparkling as The
brook that used to run back OF our house,
which Rosa used to love so we'll. There
are no such smooth pebbles OF the bottom,
though, he added, with sigh.
|, was not long before they halted 10 the
shade OF cluster o.! maple trees, the sane
which had been Indicated by Robert. Here
it was their first care 10 arrange a led for
Rosa.
II was a lonely and quiet spot the rust
ling OF the foliage, and occasionally gush
OF sweet wild music, from some bird alone
breaking the Sabbath stiffness. The air,
so0 and clear, and laden With the breath
Of the many brilliant flowers gemming the
green sward, as it llnned the brow Of the
fair girl for moment appeared 10 alleviate
her suferings. From the place where she
lay, she could behold the sparkling stream
end she thought, of the clear brook, on
whose pcbby bed she had, in childhood, so
often stood, and watched its waters like q
stream Of liquid amber, gurgle over her
rrlal bare feet, and listened TO its musical
voice lha, seemed whispering to her OF
days OF Joy to cone. There was q living
form, TOO, that rose amid the scene, and
halloNed aud endeored the memories of her
late home. The spo, where Edgar Ashton
had told her Of his love, and communicated
10 her the place he had formed Of joining
her 10 tie Far West, as soon as he had &C.
cumulaled sum tha, would make the 1T
tie homestead comfortable for his widowed
mother and his two young brothers, rose up
so palpahly before her, that she held her
breath TO listen, expecting TO hear bis voice.
The loud carol Of bird, such as she had
never before heard. dissipated the illusion,
and covering her face with her hands. she
wept, ss she became conscious that her
mlGd was yielding to the bewildtTiug inilu.
ence Of the disease.
The n.tde hour had long been past,
and Mr.. Osborne and bis two sons had com.
pleied slight structure, formed ofthe limbs
aud boughs of trees, as shelter from the
heavy nigh; devs. Rosa, us she turned
her eyes towards the east, beheld one lone
star beginning to shine family near the
horizon, aud she imagined that lis light
might beam on him who was now far away.
Perhaps even then his eyes, like hers,
nigh, be directed towards it.
is il not Thursday 7 she inquired OF
her mother, who now drew near her bed
side.
She replied that i, was.
Thursday evening, she resumed, is as
YOU may remember, the last We ever spent
in our home, Edgar Ashton was with US,
and before We parted, we all sang our ia.
vonle evening hymn. Let NE listen to IT
now for the last time
| MANY persons have heard the Evening
| Hymn, commencing with the Inc
The day is past and gone
/ beautiful for It's simplicity, und which in
former years, nigh, have been heard by a
New. England fireside, sung by the united
voices of household, before retiring to
rest. Now for the frs, time, It's music rose
on the still air Of The lonely and solemn will
derness. The clear and deep voice Of Mr.
| Osborne trembled not, even when the voice
Of Rosa was heard joining IN the hymn, il
accents sweet, yet low and broken-ior the
iron nerves OF a strong man are no, easily
shaken, even when the heart is bleeding
with anguish bu, the voices of the mother
and the brothers were unsteady and some
times almos, ccased, for they knew IT wa;
the las, time Rosa would ever sing witt
them. She had before they commence
their hymn been removed 10 the shelter o
the bower, but so near the entrance, which
had by her request been made to look TO
wards the home of her childhood tina, She
could still behold the star which had aitrac
ted her attention when il first began to kin
die lis fire IN the heavens.
She spoke Of Edgar Ashton, and holdln:
up her hand so as TO display plain gol
ring he gave her, u, parting, requested II +
be returned 10 him when she was dead.
ooh Rosa cried Robert, sobbng rs h
spoke, surely you will get WE'LL know
, you will
No Robert, shall die, and you and ia
Their, mother, aud james, will all have TO G
away and leave mo here alone. You, mo
{ Their, must write TO Edgar Ashton, and te
. him you left me resting in a pleasant spot
near a stream Of clear water, almost q
beautiful as that which runs near the HON
0 wo left. Tell him the song of birds wi
4 aont over me nv day. and that a star, swee