Rutland herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1823-1847, 1843-12-21

Oh, no replied Mrs Osborne, she 4 ver flush
on her cheeks dcepcns every moment Idc wish
we could find some spo, where wc nigisrsst she
cannot bear the motion Of the carriagc'
We mua 80 on until we con End wsser. D, any I
ra'c' replied her husband, and Il | am Dot dccciv.
Cd the soil indicates il to be near nj hand
Lei James and | nlight father, and 70 Cor
ward said handsome, active boy efthirieen,
and see il we can't find some 4k
His father asscn,cd, and alghling, DC boys
bounded along the road, which now bega3 10 en-.
ter deep forest Leaving the road on ne left
they soon emerged into the open country pnd as
c,uding spot Of ground somewhat clcyatsi. they
TO their great delight, bel,,d al little disssssce
stream Of water sparkling brightly 10 S;v< 10
beams, The shout f ias which ,t-;s~ ikss'ln~-
lf asst5scfy, rose shriI aud clear on The air, aud
was waited back 10 those left behind Mr. os-
borne cheerod The horses into quicker pace, aud
in few moments they had arrived at the point
where the eldest boy whose name was Robert
had stationed himself, thst be nigh, direct his faith.
er which way TO proceed 1t was with considera-
ble difficulty though the distance was short, that
Mr. Osborne led the horse through the intricacios
OF the forest the incIlacing houghs Of The uxuri-
ant vine frequently checking all further progress,
ill cut or torn away
There, father said Robert, when they had a,
las, arrived at the foot ofthe cmincnce, you see
where James stands in the shade Of those large
trees. Well, the water, though we cannot see ii
here, is not more than half 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 we'll There are no such
smooth pebbles at the bottom, though, he added
with sigh.
II was not long before they halted in the shade
Of cluster of maple trees, the same which had
been indicated by Robert, Here it was their first
care TO arrange bed for Rosa.
4 1t was lonely and quiet spot The ruslling
of the foliage, and occasionally a gush of sweet
wild music from some bird alone breaking the
Sabbath stiffness. The air, soft and clear and la
den with the breath Of many brilliant flowers gem
ming the green sward as il famed the brow Of
the fair girl for n moment appeared to alleviate
5 her sufierings. From the place where she lay
. she could behold the sparkling stream, and she
/ thought of the clear brook on whose pebbly bed
r she had in childhood SO often stood and watched
q its waters, like stream Of liquid amber, gurglc
over her small bare feet, and listened to It's masi
: cal voice that seemed whispering 10 her Of days Of
r Joy TO come. There was living form, too, shat
a rose amid the scene, and hallowed and endeared
s the memories of her late home The spot where
e Edgar Ashton had told her of his love, and com
municated 10 her the place he had formed of join
C ing her in the west as soon as he had accumulat
> cd sum that would make the little homc stead
d comfortable for his widowed mother and his two
C that she held her breath to listen, expecting Il
1t hear his voice. The loud carol of bird, such
l. she had never before heard dssipaed the illusion
is and covering her face with her hands, she wep
IS as she became conscious that her mind yield
at ing TO the bewiIlering influence of the disease.
IN The noone tide hour had long been past an
rs Mr. Osborne and bis sons had completed Sigh
Of structure, formed ofthe limbs and boughs oftree
b as shelter from the heavy night dcws RIOS,
" as she turned her eyes towards the cast, behel
d one lone star beginning to shine family near tn
Of horizon, and she imagined that its ligh, migl
n. beam on him who was now far away. Perhap
e. even then his eyes like hers, might be directe
i, towards it,
in is 1t no, ThnrsdayF she inquired Of her mott
its or, who now drew near her bedside
n She replied that it was.
ch Thursday evening" she resumed, is as yo
as may remember, the last we ever spent in OF
no home. Edgar Ashton was with US, and before "
90 parted, we all sang our fiyorite evening hymn
MS Let me listen 10 now for the last Tune
in Many persons have heard the Evening Hymn
Dr. commencing with the line
The day is past and gone,'
beautiful Tor its simplicity, and which, in form
years, might have been heard by New Englar
ireside, sung By the united voices Of a househol
before retiring 10 rest. Now for the first time,
music rose on the sill air OF the lonely and 81
emn wilderness. The clear and deep voice Of
Osborne trembled not, even when the voice OF II
sa was heard joining in the hymn in accei
sweet, yet low and breken-for The iron nerves
a strong man are not easily shaken even wh
the heart is bleeding with anguish but tho 70
r. Is Of the mother and brothers were unsteady, q
sometimes almost ceased for they knew that
II. was the last time that Rosa would ever sing "
o.lihem She had, before they commenced th
h., hymn, been removed to the sheler Of bow
rJ bu, so near the entrance, which had, By her
a. quest, been made 70 looi towards the home Of
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