Martinsburg gazette. [volume] (Martinsburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1833-1855, 1844-03-21
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DEATH OF MY MOTHER.

DEATH OF MY MOTHER.
II is the calm, solemn, silent hour oil
midnight. The moon rides forth in her
majestic beauty. and Ilumines ine earth
with her pale b. ans and the clear, AZURE
vault Of heaven is studded with It's count
less stare; the gentle breez' S are passing
by, like the soft breathings OF the pur'
spirit OF love; and nought IS hear, save
now and then the hosrse cry Of the watch
man, as he proclaims, all is well.
AT this lone and silent hour. as | am
inediialing the past, the prrsen: and 10.
iur", my thoughts wan Ter lar over hill
aud dale, unul ttev rest IN the home o'
my youth. Yes, Home sweet Home
There Is indeed, magical influence IN
thy name and as fancy mys, Ii seated
by The old fani lar h arth, surrounded by
my kindred and friends, enjoying III l.
smiles and blessings, my mind recurs to
scenes long since past; to my lniauiil,'
years, winch we're spent in urklne tie
r ses OF Joy and gathering tie wild flow
ers Of delight. How viv,dly do thuse
halcyon days Of hsppin IS rise IN my mem
DRY! the days spout with my Juvenile
friends in hidlsh scots ami inuoc. ut
amuseuents. With our tiny fingers we
gathered the bright ell blrs from III, muir
mu log tivul, I, hat W uni its W " round
the Il iamiiIi,r sch vol bcus, W. rany-
I'd the agrani meadows tog th.rtae wild
flowers If Nay, until the vols wnulJ
h. back the SQUAD oil our m.rrv vi rs;
aud W. ch"s' tie sauiy hut fly. which
70 ftrn az S" myst rinusly ,lnd, our
grasp :, a. We would almost think il some
Or, s,iut tom onother world.
Tn, Sc we're indeed days Of bliss, cheer.
ed by bright TOPS aud expectations ol
thr future. Tn u the worl lmkcd bright
and beautiful. not cloud was seen in the
sky, but all was suns Inc and gladnrss.
Then fond aad iatntul mother watched
my steps, and with The voi,e of affection
would Call M back whenever | W. Mt as
tray. But o how suon, how suJdeEly
was the scene tn changed
We'll | DO remember one bright, beau
tiful morning IN the mouth Of July, when
| ar So With al the elastic bauyancy oil
youth. flor that day was 10 sp, nd W III a
tri'nd.) The sun had arisen IN all its
rays alike upon Il just and unjust. All
nature was dressed IN her rich, st robe Of
living green; the tall grass gracefully
Aoated 10 thu gentle breeze; the flowers
bowed their b. Is 10 the p 'ssing zephyr
aud the birds wtr- warblng their praises
to their Maker. Ii was on calm love.
Iy morn'ng like this, that made prepar-
atons 10 depart. My mother D rted my
raven locks, and imprintng a kiss on my
brow, ba ie me be good girl. All! lit.
tie did Think that il was the last kiss
should receive from her-ih4t it was the
last time her eyes would beam on me
with tenderness and low
The day was unusually warm, and we
sought a group of NAPLES that we might
inhale the salubrious air ard be secured
from the scorching sun and the time was
spent IN all the JOYOUS sports Of childhood.
The sun was fast sinking behind tine
western hills as | fastened homewar -
Tw light was throwing her sobre mantle
over the earth, as approached my ia
theirs cottage. Little dill dream Of the
scene that waited me ihe,e. AS was
entering the house, my sister, barhed N
tears. met me at the door. begged to
KIN w the cause of her grief. In broken
accents sh" exclaimed. Mother is y, all
1t came like ihundrrbnli To my oul. A
melancholy gloom p rv"drd thu house,
and nv heart seemed ready 20 burst
Ny father sal statue Of grief. He en-.
deavored to appear calm but the bIsnch-
ed cheek and quivering lip indicated tn.
agony of his s"uI, He babe me calm my
f eings and not give way to excessive
grief, for il was g in His infinite wis
dom, who had seen fit to remove our mo.
Their from world Of pain and sorrow Ia
the celestial city. He then led me to the
room where lay the remains Of my much
low, mother; but o! how changed The
scene The warm currant OF lfs had
ceased to f1nw; her mild blue eyes were
sealed bu, heavenly smile rested on
her marble features-and she was beauti-
full ever in death.
Years haver,lled their ceasrless rounds
since hpr pure spi'H qui' us cay W.
her faithful reach ngs have ever been with
me. At the rising Of the sun, and ut tns
going down ther. OF, can feel her in1u.
ence over my soul and a, III" calm mid
night hour, when all nature is hushe N
slumber, hear her gentle voice. o, nv
mother! may strive to live life as pure
and as bamress rs thine, and when
shall have don" with the things Of time,
NAV b. welcomed by thee /" that h ISIS.
ful world. WHARF "th- wicked cease from
troubling, and The weary are at rest.'
Mr.. FRUGAL's SUCCESS. What If you
have n p,lch upon your knre--it is mo-