Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1846-02-04

of happiness yet in store for you. When
you regain your strength, we will no
longer remain stationary. There is so
much TO see, so much 10 learn, in this
beautiful land"
II have looked my last on its bright
SUM-" she murmured, in tone so low
that could scarcely hear the words.
Then slightly raising her voice, she
continued
my more than mother, forgive me
if have aided in deceiving you;
could not bear to witness your suffering,
for we'll, know, you will mourn for me
as q mother for her child. am getting
very, very weak. Oh, before the pow
er Of speech be taken from me, let me
acknowledge all my debt Of gratitude"
She grasped for breath, and then re-
sumed, "You, who have borne with me
for these many weary months, watched
over, tended me, with such untiring
love, will not refuse 10 grant the last
request your child will ever make
When am dead, let all resentment
against him"
l could bear no more. Kneeling be-
side the sofa on which she lay, l strain.
ed her to my bosom, and sobbed con-
vulsively. For a few moments we
mingled our tears in silence, the hearts
of both were wrung to bursting. At
length Ada spake again.
Il thought | had taught my heart to
bear this parting, but grief will have its
way"
] started as her voice fell on my ear,
so weak, so fearlully indistinct, had her
words become. gazed upon her face,
there too, an awful change had taken
place; could no longer doubt the truth
Of her assertion. The dread fla: had
gone forth. Her God had summoned
her. In a few days, perhaps a few
hours, l should be called upon to yield
her up to Him.
Slowly and with breaking heart
rose from my knees; bur with violent
effort / subdued all further emotion,
fearing lest the excitement, she had al
ready undergone would only accelerate
the dreaded event. rung for her
maid to remain with her, while in the
solitude Of my own chamber sought
to re!ieve,my oppressed heart by giving
way to the anguish which consumed ii.
One hour after, vixen ] returned to
take my accustomed place beside my
suffering charge, | found her in sweet
calm slumber.
Oh, how beautiful she looked. could
not withdraw my eyes from that sweet
face, so pure, so holy, was the expires.
sion which it wore. | felt awed as if
in the presence of an angel As bent
over her, she opened her eyes and
smiled upon me-one Of her own bright
smiles. Her whole countenance was
irradiated by it; she extended her arms
towards me, land the single word "Moth-
er" escaped her lips. bent forward,
her head fell upon my bosom. She
raised her eyes to mine, and as she con-
tinued gazing on my face, two large
drops rolled Slowly down her cheeks.
Then pressing her lips TO mine, she i'm.
printed on them one last long kiss
Without groan--without struggle
she passed into eternity. One low
and gentle sigh was al! that told the
last frail link that bound her heart was
broken.
Ihave no more to tell. We latd her
in a grave. A marble column marks
her last resting. place, and these simple
words alone are engraved thereon
"THE WEARY is AT REST"
1t is enough. They tell her life's
sad history.
For myself again I go forth in the
world an insulated being, widowed,
childless, and alone.
"What are the worst Of woes that wait on ago?
What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow'
To see each loved ono blotted from life's page.
And be alone OIL earth, as am now."