Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1845-09-17
Volume l.

ers and sisters who idollzed her, but
there was something more precious to
her in the love which was all her own.
'How lovely she isl" exclaimed Hugh,
peering through the parting branches
Of a peach-tree till the last futter Of
her white dress had disappeared from
view.
sand as good as she is lovely" said
uncle Ross, as he came down the steps;
'.she is my best treasure, Hugh, good
daughter. and she will be good wife.
We shall miss her, but you must cher
lish her as we have done; remember
that the dear girl has lived all her short
life the very idol Of fond hearts; and
fneeds love and Kindness asmuch as the
parched flowers needs the dew.drop.
Poor little Lily! she believes every be.
ing in this world so pure as her own
pure sell; she ought not to leave this
quiet country dwelling for a city home;
but she prefers you to all of US. How
we shall miss her, but I'll trust her to
you; take her, Hugh, and God bless
you and herl" and inspite of himself
1.-The good father could not speak two
sentences without sob.
Meanwhile Lily visited the little rill
lby the wall where she had played in
Iher childhood, and stood there thinking
Of the past days till the tears dropped
lone by one Unto the water, then she
Ipeeped over the pen to look at the pet
rabbits, and talked to them as reason
ably as though they could understand
every word she spoke; finally she took
a parting look at the kfower plants
which had been her care, and bounded
through the garden door, to tell the
young brother and sister for the fifth
elh time, to water the lilies and take
(good care of them for her sake.
"How | wish there was no such
thing as parting, mother, how dreadful
it will be to say farewell to home and
all, and know that never shall be with
you so much again, though Hugh will
come often, | know he will. But
will not think of it ,now;' so Lily
brushed her hand across her eyes on
the wandering group, who wept, be-
cause she seemed unhappy.
"Now, mother, just one thing more,'
she said, as the mothers careful fingers
Iooped up the sleeves Of her dress with
a pale ribbon, and adjusted the curls
that had become disarranged in the run
through the shrubbery; II must have
one fower-one of those blue violets
that bloom so late, you know, in the
dell of the brook. Don't say no, mother.
for havn't another wish in the world.
It will be so lovely by the side of this
bud" she added, touching halfopened
white rose, placed by the hand of Hugh
in the parted folds of snowy muslin
that rested on neck almost rivalling
Its whiteness. The mother could not
say no to the eager face raised inquir.
ingly to hers, and with kiss on the
dimpled cheek, away sped Lily, while
that kind, matroniy face looked after
her through the window, with shade
Of sadness at the thought Of parting,
blended with the flush Of maternal love
and pride. e
"Where is Lily?" asked Temming.
ham short time after. Mrs. Ross
mentioned the wish she had expressed,
and he started through the garden to
meet her. The walk was a short and
pleasant, very pleasant to him, foreve.
ry spring when he and Lily were chill.
dren, they had rambied there in quest
of wild flowers aud Strawberries that
grew along the path. The bright ber-
ries were peeping out now in great
profusion from the clustering leaves on
The knobs. for the little hands at the
house had been so busy for few days
in making preparations for the wedding,
that they had been permitted, though
over ripe, to remain undisturbed on the
vines. Every thing looked as beauti-
full as it had thousand times before,
and perhaps not more SO; but to the
J eyes Of the young lover, skies never
smiled so softly nor green felas wore
so bright hue as on that day; even
the gold robin, which yearly wove its
, pendant nest on branch ofthe old elm
tree by the water side, seemed to feel
an unusual happiness, for he thrilled out
his clear notes SO loudly that Hugh
! paused amoment to listen.
u 1t was not strange that Lily wished
| to see those beautiful haunts once more,
, and gather again some Of the blue VIC.
let's which bloomed in a cool, quiet
) place, so shaded by tuft oftaII flags
and an overarching bank, that they
I never reared their heads from the bed
]; of moss, till long, after their earlier sis.
. ters were faded and gone. Hughhad
] twined them in her hair many time
! land then peeped up to see which was
. the brighter blue. the laughing eye or the
j, flower that rested in the curl above II
ri But that was wears ago when bott