Liberty advocate. [volume] (Liberty, Miss.) 1835-1866, 1844-03-16

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10 her father sho was ever dutilul and nt.
Denliyc, aud he knew how to appreciate
her excellence. Her neighbots continu.
ed to call in occasionally for u while; but
seeing as they said TIM they were not
needed, at length ced&d altogether to
think about them. Thus the sisters grew
up, alone and friendless, and all the world
to each other. Margaret had learned TO
read before her mother died, she became
her sisters teacher, and though their edu.
cation extended no farther, still as they
read much, or rather as Mary read much
aloud while her sister was engaged with
her work, they became well informed
young women, and the Holy Book in
which they especially delighted, was al
most text by text imprinted on their mem
cries. Margaret possessed soul which
with proper culture might have won fame
or glory 1t was full OF tenderness, hero.
ism, and poetry. But they were sweet
fountains which fed and soolhed her spirit,
although they never shed their waters
Upon the world around Her home was a
little paradise, perfectly clean within,
and - ilhout beautIied by clustering roses
and sweet vines, trained neatly along the
humble walls, and over the uncurtained
windows. The traces of Margaret's busy
hands were every where about that re.
treat of fond affection, and her loving
heart chung to every objec: o. her care
with a silent worship. Her home her
place Of rest, and within it sat her help.
less sister, whose very life depended upon
her care, and whose eye followed her
with grateful love.
At length her father. whose daily la
bour procured their bread, began 10 droop.
Margaret was alarmed from the first, but
he cheered her with hope, aud strug-
gled with disease, until exhausted nature
fell PROSTATE, to rise no more. Many a
weary day he fingered, and many long,
dark night, did Margaret weep and pray
beside his pillow. Care and watching,
rendered her unable to labour, and debts
were daily accommodating, which she saw
no prospect of being able to discharge
Still she stood firm, the support and com
fort Of her dependents.
At last the hour came, the poor father
blest his friendless orphans, and died
They were desoIate indeed then, and Ma.
nv, whose mind was weak like her poor
body, chung still closer TO the sister, who
strove to bear her burden meekly for her
sake. At this time, a young man Of good
standing in society, saw Margaret,
and loved her, She was one formed
to be beloved: light and airy as a sylph,
with hair like threads Of gold, curling
prolusey around her face aud neck, her
brow like ivory, and her clear cheek shew-
ing every flush of her young blood, while
her light blue eyes, beneath the modest
shading Of their long brown lashes, were
Mountains of pure aud beautiful feeling.
How think you did the voice Of love aud
aduaton sound in her ears? She had
read no romance of affection; such as
hackney to the hearts Of young girls now,
and rob love Of its sweet freshness. She
never had friend, except her sorrowlul
father, and dependent sister. She knew
not that she was beautiful. Love came TO
her spirit like the angel that was wont to
bathe in Belhesda's fountain troubling the
still waters, but filling them with a d.
vine Influence. No woman accustomed
to the language of gallantry, could have
loved as she loved.--tIew and beautiful
emotions sPrdng up al the voice of affec-
ton, as the young wild flower awake at
the breath of spring, and fill the bosom
Of nature with balm and beauty. But she
was not therefore happy, for care lay
heavily upon her. Creditors were pres
sing for the little sums, which if added to
their boards, would have been but as
handfu full of sand on noun tain, but which
she must dig through rock of adamant
to procure She could not pay, and an
execution was levied on her beloved home.
Poor Mary heard the ann ouncement with
agony, but Margaret thought of her low
er, and felt that her soul had refuge
from the gathering storm
"Oh, sister," cried the helpless one,
show can ever bear to leave this quiet
home, which your dear hands have made
so beautiful"
"The same hands can beautIfy another
spot, dear Mary, if it please God that we
shall leave our fathers house," replied
Margaret, quietly.
"lfit please God, sister! Can such do
ings be pleasing to God!"
at may be his will, Mary, toprove our
submission. lie will not lay more on US
than we are able to bear"
"Oh, Margaret, | am utterly unable to
bear, you are obliged 10 bear your own
burden, and mine also. How should
live divided from you"
81 trust, Mary, that God will spare me
to you, as long as you shall need my
love-" replied he gentle Margaret, and
betook her to her toll.
: Shortly after, her beloved ono called