The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1843-06-29

The eldsF. h'isd aiIh ne sacred warmth
Of sislrIly sfsclioa. sl.rr ll.e lir.l psI.s
ss@s 81 srsi. emed 10 fnrEei hsEssll. and
folding he hlds one ID her ssms. raekse
her siih . grnils movement, soothing
aud flashing her Ike nnuI,ng.
'Donter,; q daa'i esy %. dsarssl, ssy
Jour Prsyrfs. and lrar ~ill Or sssy.'
Hos can knesl 6oEn here ID he
dark soads. or say my prayers. whrn
moihsT 70 MOI b. u hear me-! I Ihink I
s's large solf with sharp sars. sne q
mouth side eprn. and hear nnlsss a. Uf
many hsree l,nns gropllng.'
Dear lIllls Jane. do say Oar Father
shn 81 in Hssssh.' BE good slrl. aud
when ne have rested here awhile. per-
haps he may be pleased 10 send sone ons
10 hnd 10. and lelch us home
HHrowine Was The an1Ieiy 10 The low.
" hn, Of The emigrsni. when The day
drew inwards iis close. and the children
came moi. A bov. their sole asslslsn, in
ihe tolls Of agriculture. st hrs return from
labor, was sent in search OF them. but IN
vain. As e,.ning drew on. the inmates
ofihe neighbouring house, and those cl .
small hamlet Of = considerable disisree,
weIe alarmed. and sssocis,sd in the pur.
suit. The agony Of the invalid parents.
through thai night. wss unrOnuollatls ;
startling 81 every fooisiep; shaping Out al
esery breeze accents of The lost ones re-.
turning. or their rriss OF misery. While
the morning was vet gray, the father no
longer 10 lie resuslned. aud armed with
supernatural suerg'h, went lorih. amid
The rasinas oflhe lever, TO take psrl in the
pursuit. With fiery ehseks. hrs ihrob,
bing head bound with q handkerchief, he
was seen in The most dangerous aud in.
accessible spots. ca,erRs. fasines beet
ling clh.-lrsdIng the nav To every poin,
Of peril. 10 the lIenzy of grief and dis.
ease.
The second night drew on. with one
Of those sudden slurms Of slsei and snow,
which sometimes chill The hopes Of The
young Spring. Then vas ssdJer sight
"a woman viii stlenuaied form, aying
she knew mt whilher, and continually
fxclaiming, Ny children! my rhildren!'
II was feaIfai b see a creature so deadly
pale, with the darkness Of midnight abou,
her. She needed M advice &, Jake care
If herself. no persuasion to return 10 her
hone. -. -...
They call m0. lie, me go! will lay
Ihem in their bed myself. How cold
the feet are. What, is Jane singing her
nightly hymn without mel Nal No!
She cries. Some evil srrpen, has s,ung
her! aud shrieking wildly, the poor moth.
sr disappeared like hunted deer, in the
depths OF the forest
OH might she bu, have wrapped them
in her arms, as they ssivered in ,heir dis
nal recess. under The roots Of . tree. up.
torn By some WinTy lempes,! Yet how
could she imagine the spot where they
Law. or believe ltai their lillle wesr,ed
limbs had borne them, through bog nnd
brsmble. more than six miles from The
paternal door, In the niche which We
have mentioned, a faint niosnirg sounC
nigh, still be heard.
Sister. do NOT II mP that We shall ne
yer ser the baby any m"re. see it now
End Thomas. too! dear Thomas! Why do
they say he died, and was buried! lie il
clu:e by me-, just above nv head. There
are many mo,e babies with him--a hos,
They glide BY the as il they had wing'
They look warm end happy. | shoult
be glad to be with them. ard Join ,hei
beautiful plays. But o, how cold | am
Cover me closer, Mary. Take my h.a
iuto yoUr bosom.
Pray do not 60 to sleep quite yet, dea
little Jane. I want 10 hear your voice
and TO talk with YOU. |, is so very sat
to be waking here alone. Ill could bu
see your lace when yon are asleep.
would be comfort. But il is so dark
so dark
Rousiug herself with difficulty. she un
ties her apron. aud spreads it over thu
head OF the child. 10 protect it from ,h,
driving snow; she p,lIows The cold cheel
on her breast. and srssps more firmly ,h,
benumbed hand, by which she so faith
fully led her. through all their terrible pil
grimage. There they are! One m"Ve
not. tie other keeps vigil. feebIy piV'n,
utersnce, at in,erv ais. Ia low sutfncaiiu,
spasm. from ,hrna, dried with hunger
Once more she leans upon her elbow l.
look on the face of The lil;le one, for whom
as mother abe has cared. Wnh low
strong as death, she comforts herself tina
her sister slumbers very calmly, because
the stroke Of the destroyer has silence'
her sobbngs.
All! why came ye not hi'her, torche
that CLEAN through the wilderness. ant
men who shout 10 each other! why cam
ye not this way! See they plunge int
mo, asses, they Gu, their path through tan
gled thicke,s, they ford waters. they as
cend mountains. they explore forests. bu
The LOST are not found.
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