Holly Springs gazette., 1844-03-09
From the sTTue Wesleyan"
TILE ROSE BU 5 Ii.

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Il ,vas on delightful morning in June.
,.1q, III a beautiful country village in one Of
ny New England States surrounded by the
,5-g5bery peculiar to New England towns,
I.i,e Susan came running IN from the front
yard cyclaipIng, Mother, mother, our
I,,. bush has three beautiful roses on it
They have all blown out since yesterday
..Yes dear" said Mrs Hanson, "our rose
bush mas 5loomed again, and | trust will
c9ntinue 10 flourish the rest Of my days; and
o., she said this, the tears gushed from her
ewes and she turned away 10 hide her E.
motions. But i. was in vain the keen eyes
Of fliule Susan were quick 20 detect moth
crs tears. and her heart was sympathetic
10 innuire the cause What is the matter,
mother l'r she iuquirtd with voice so soft
and touching that it woLld have melted the
heart ofthe parent had il not been already
laid under the heaviest contribution TO ten.
dprpst feelings. "What IS the matter, moth
erl what makes you cry 2" and a tear star
ted in her own eye. though she knew not
what called IL fOIth, more than that she felt
ike weeping. bfcause she saw her mother
weep. Mrs Hanson replied. striving to
suppress her feelings, There Is nothing the
mstler. dear You shall! have one Of those
Dre,tv roses when you 60 TO Sunday school.
90 morrow morning." for il was Saturday
But twas I'D vain that Mrs Hanson thought
todivir the attention of ittle b-ight-eyed
Susan in this attempt to change the drlft OF
her thoughts by the promise OF rose TO car
rs 10 Sunday school She was more anx.
i1us ab1ut her molher's tears than she wss
,rbout the rose. "Alother,h said Susan. 81
have not seen you weep Tor great while,
and am sure you would not weep, VI
something did not trouble you. You have
always required mc to tell the truth, and
never dissem bic. and vet YOU weep, and say
nothinristhe matter" This appeal 10 a
mothers honesty. by the unsophistica.ed
mind ofa child not yet twelve years old.
was more than she could endure and, clas-
ping her liule daughter IN her arms, she
SAID. you are more lovely than those pret-
~ roses. come dear, let Us be seated, and
will explain the secrets of my tears a
bright glow kindIed upon the countenance
ofliuVr Susan. and her very eyes smiled
through the pearly drops that had ga'hared
N them They were soon seated in the
nel, liuIe parlor, and Mrs Hanson com
men-ed her story as follows -
My dear, | did no, tell fllsehcod wh en-
| said nothing was the mater. My tears
were not tears Of anguish, but of pleasure,
though. mingled with painful recollections
ol drpatled sorrows 1t was your mention
ing that the rose bush had bloOmed, that
brought u nv mind such a view Of the past
embracing both Joys and sorrows which be
ing contrasted with our present condition.
produced such feelings as have no external,
70 know the cause, will now make you ac-
quiuied with the whole subject, by giving
you the history OF that rose bush.
You are young. and know but little of
oEr pas. history, vet YOU may recollect some
Of The circumstances [ am about 70 narrate.
That rose bush was planted BY your faith
er on our bridal day. Your grandfather
was then living You remember when he
dI-d, and was buried in the ground back of
Iae old church. resided at home, and we
were al happy Your father was a young
mechanic industrious, intelligent, and come
lT Tie was Is he now is, a house carpen-
lsr. and before we were married. his hands !
had reared this liule cottage, which was
.aen new and every way pleasant-Y our |
Nher was then thought to be one of the |
most likely young men in town and when |
we were married, we were pronounced the /
most happy and promising couple that had |
Oetn Joined BY the parish minister for a
lumber Of years
We were married in the spring Of 1880. |
lniT'een years ago last spring. On the
%oFnLg Of cur wedding day. your father
planted that rose bush. and called it "our
or'aal rose bashf' The house and yard |
we're all then in repair. and ready for our
'ssep'o on and though we we're not rich, |
we We're happy. This house. and the
,''s ;auu on which it stands. was all that your
a,aeT owned beside his tools had receiv- |
\. gnoueh from my fathers resources to fur |
.au ~, our ule cottage. and make us comfor-
sue Those were brigh; DAYS, for We
-. re not only happy IN our present condi-
sou sou' Out hope promised la, gely for time to
,..a s.Ae nor did we dream that DAYS Of dark
'''s we're 50 near.