Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1845-05-23
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THE LONELY BURIAL,
BY MRS. CAROLINE NJ. SAWYER.
TCOncIuded.1

pressed emotions. The moment ne hau ehueu,
Logan started from his seat, und abruptly selzlng
his hat, 'Let us go then, this moment, Edward
he exclaimed, the tears rolling down his manly
cheeks. "To think my poor Rose should be lylhg
sick and forsakcn, in Il foreign land, with no TREND
to come near her, or to cheer her hearti wieh II
was rung with the thought Of my desertion; 1t was
too, too crneI. Oh, come Edward, come now |
snail never forgive myself if l loose another min
ute. long to ask Rose if she can forgive my APP
parent desertion,'' and, g%rasping the arm of Ed
ward, he was dragging him from the room.
WStop, STOP cried Mr.. Ray, Selling his arm
md forcibIy OBTAINING him, " you do not yet know
where to find her; and if you did, remember how
sick she is, and how long she has been so. In her
present weak and nervous state, the agitation oc-
casiOned by the sudden surprise might prove her
death warrant. You must not burst in upon her
without some previous preparation. The old gen.
tleman, too, is unable to bear the least abruptness.
No, it will not DO. MIR. Grant and myself were
Just on our way to visit them, when we acciden-
tally learned your arrival. And | think, nay, |
am sure, Edward is reasonable enough to agree
with me, that the better way Will be to tulhl that
intention, and break The matter to them by degrees,
for too great 10y can kill as well rs too great grief.
You must both be satisfied to remain here until
my return, which shall be as soon as possible.
:" suppose you are right, :" said Edward, pac-
ing the room with quick and agltatcd steps, tho
how shall | BE- able to submits? Good God! to
think what dreadful calamities may result from
the smallest accident! Who would have believed
that the miscarriage of u single letter, would &C.
casion such accumulated niseries to a whole fam
ily! My poor, poor mother!' and his voice grew
husky and ~choaked, &" my dear old father! my
dear, sweet little Rose!'
Mr.. Grant and the merchant waited until the
first PASSIONATE emotion of their friends had some
what subsidized, and then, after a few adnonltions
on the virtue of patience, which were, as admoni-
tons at such times usually are, on Logan particu-
larry, thrown away, they departed. They soon
reached the humble dwelling Of the poor family,
and gently as they broke the joyful intelligence OF
the arrival Of the long sought friends, it was al
most too much for them. The poor old father
was entirely overcome. For Il long time he could
only rock himself backward aud forward in his
chair, and grieve and sob like a heart burdened
child. "Thank God" said he, at last, in Il brok-
en- voice, " my son is not Il heartless migrate!
could have sooner borne to lay him in the grave,
than 10 have known him capable of f~orsaking his
father and mother in their old age, and in a for
eign land. Thank God, he is not an migrate ~
The mothers JOY was expressed only by silent
but blissful tears, while Rose, after the first bliss
full moment of surprise was over, slid softly and
unobserved from her bed, and raising herself with
difficulty on her knees, poured out her grateful
JOY In tears and thanksgiving to God.
The careful mother soon lifted the o~verjoyed
girl once more into her bed, and gently kissing hel
smiling and bIushing cheek, "Dear girl, if you
were only well" said she, " our cup of happiness
would be too full, !" and with Il sigh, half pleasure
and half pain, she turned away.
Mr.. Grant went for the physician and shortly
had him at Roses bedside. After Il careful inves-
tigation of the patient, his decision, for which all
were anxiouSly waiting, was pronounced,
THE disease" said he, "under which thi'
poor girl has been so long suffering is, though al
uncommon, a plain, and by no means a very diff
cult one. 1t is a local affection of the spine, which
acting upon the nerves in its vicinity, has derang
ged the whole nervous system, and occasions the
spasmodic tremors under which she labors. will
undertake to cure her in two months"
"Thank God for he is merciful!" exclaimed
the father, c%Iasping his hands with a long draw
and deep Inspiration, "the night is passing away
and the morning begins to shine forth !' and sink
ing back in his chair, he lifted up his eyes ant
seemed lost in silent devotion.
But the l~ong-tried and almost worn out mother
eagerly snatching the hand of the physician, wrunl
it convulsively, then throwing her arms arounc
her suffering daughter, wept with all the abandon
ment of h~ySterical emotion.
Mother" said the pool girl, vainly endravor
ing to throw her own shaking arm around her pa
rents neck; " think of all the happiness in stort
for US! Edward and Maurice come back, my owl
health and strength restored, and all The comfort
Of plentiful home once more. Let us forget tn
SOTTOW6 vi tL6 puSI, aUu tnlnh OUly Oh lHe JOYS U
the future. Our heavenly father is smiling upOl
. usnow; let us thank him aud be grateful"
6" do, do, my child !" sobbed out The wcepin,
mother, " it is His goodness which occasions thes
tears. have borne all the sorrows which wer
laid upon me without a murmer, but | feel nov
as fjoy were breaking my heart..'
The good physician then dashed away the drop
that were gathering in his eyes, and l~iftingthe sob
bing mother from the bed, "C0me, come, - sal
he, =" cannot permit this any longer. We mus
think of the health of my patient, which this agita
ton is by no means calculated TO improver'
The thought of her child was enough for tn
mother, and, with a strong effort at self-contro
she instantly subdued her emotion, and in a fey
minutes was composed and calm rs ever. Ih
physician gave his attention to Rose; giving sur
directions as were necessary, and kindly blddln
the now happy family farewell, took his leave.
CHAPTER V.
Hardly had the physician left the humble dwell
ing of Mr.. Campbell, when Mr.. Ray and his tw
young friends entered: but to describe the meetin
of the long separated family, is beyond the pow
ers'o my feeble pen. Those who have, in Il fol
eisn land. experienced all the varied misfortune
which it had been The lot of this devoted family t
pass through, aud who have withered under al
that "heart- sick hope deferred,' p which, worS
than the darkest certainty, had SO long weighe
down the souls of the almost desponding parents
dna sultrIHS IoSe, can alone IhaSHS lIs lniH
gled Joy and pain.
"My son!'' "fatherr' " mother!" dearest!
were the brief but expressive CALCULATIONS whic
burst simultaneously from the lips of all.
"Let me look at bim!" exclaimed the poor oil
father, rs with a weak and trembling hand h
grasped the shoulder of his long sought son; an
holding him at arms length, long and earnestly hi
dim eye wandered over his rudy and handsom
features. " Let me see what changes these thre
long, weary years have wrought in him. Let III
see if the fatal hand which has been so u~nsparin9
ly at work with my other children, has passed hir
by unscathed. Ah,' continued he, his voice sof
ening into tenderness, while the strong working
of his countenance betrayed the inward striving
of his heart, " here is The same soft blue eyes an
bright cheek, the same tender smile. Time an
fortune have dealt more gently with you, my sor
than with us. But blessed be God! we shall Sc
happier days. Misfortune, | trust, has expende
hor cruelest shafts"
LET me, too, see him!" exclaimed the fon
mother, impatiently throwing her arms around tn
neck of her son, " let me but 6nd hin ~unchange
in heart and health, and ! will murmur at Il