Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1845-05-16

grief and abstraction, by my sobs, arose and drew
near u.s. He gently raised poor Rose from the
floor, and with the first touch of natural feeling
and tenderness, he had yet discovered through
all that melancholy day, kindly and patiently
supported the dear girl while she gazed upon
the dead face of the dear boy, who had been so
cherished by us all.
'F'It is the Lords will, and lot US submit ? he
exclaimed, the tears rolling down his cheeks, g.
taking the weeping and helpless Rose in his arms
tenderly laid her once more upon the bed The
little James, with bewildered air, that was pit
eous to behold, and keeping fast hold of her
frock, followed close behind, and, creeping into
bed by her side, nestled his face close to hers,
and lay perfectly still and SILENT and, for sever
al hours, no inducement could prevail upon him
to turn his eyes toward that part of the room
where lay his dead brother.
81 softly covered up the little motionless form
and waiting until our daughter was composed &
quiet my husband took up his hat, and left the
house. He soon returned, accompanied by an
undertaken, who resided in the neighborhood =
arrangements for the burial, that same afternoon,
were soon made and the undertaken left us to
make the necessary preparations. In about two
hours he came back once more; the sad duty of
deposting our little one in its narrow house was
reverenty performed, the weeping Rose had ta-
ken her last, long look, and we departed. The
undertaken lifted the precious burden under his
arm, and, walking on before us, we took our re-
naming grandchd by the hand, and slowly fol-
lowed leaving Rose to all the mournful solitude
and frendliness of her sick ROOM
"Never shall forget that melancholy walk !!
Even the meanest laborer, paused in his employ
ment, to gaze at and pity the unfiended mourn
ers of that little procession. Many an open
window was filled with wondering and gympa-
thizing group, and many riotous boy suddenly
checked his mirth, and stood respectfully aside,
as we passed him in our mournful way.
" At last we reached the graveyard, and while
my heart was swelling with bitter anguish at the
thought that we were burying as we had buried
its mother, without the sacred services Of religion,
the orphan child Of that loved daughter, who
sleeps beneath the waves of the wide Atlantic, my
husband assisted by the undertaken, lowered the
coffin into its narrow receptacle. Then slowly
uncovering his head he clasped his hands togeth-
er and poured out prayer to God, more accep-
table, believe, in the sight Of that holy being,
than many one which has fallen from the lips
of the proud and titled divine The grave was
then filled up, and after marking the spot, and
bidding silent farewell to its little tenant we
left it, and returned once more to our suffering
daughter and melancholy home.
"Our days since that period have been pass
ed in sad and wearisome monotony. No lntelli-
gence of our absent son or Logan has yet reach
ed US, and we have almost ceased to expect it.
Even Rose no longer endeavors to cheer our
hearts by an encouraging word, while her own
situation, so far from improving, seems to grow
more and more helpless. My husband sunk in
utter dependency, spends the greater portion Of
his time, as you now see, too distracted and
gloomy to heed any thing that is passing around
him. The yearning he feels for our early home,
the loss Of our property, the death Of our daugh-
ter and her orphan child, together with the
strange absence of our son, have been too much
for him, and | sometimes fear his senses are ia
tally impaired.
"What will become of us, God only knows
for our money is almost entirely gone. If poor
Rose should ever recover, which hardly dare to
hope, we may yet live without appealing to public
charity Otherwise there can be but one fate for
US"