Burlington free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1827-1865, 1847-05-21
Che 4flcrtbant's Dauobtcr.

FROM "rALrs OF woMANs TRIALS" by MRS. s. C. HALL.
Poor, little thing, how it limps Hush ]
declare it has gone through the hedge into the
church-yard. Wait one, only one moment. dear
sister, and | shall certainly catch it and over
the church-yard ste bounded Rose Sunderland
as lightly as a sunbeam. or, should rather say
to be in keeping with the time and place, as
lightly as a moonbeam; for that tavorile orb OF
love and ladies had risen. even while the golden
hue of an autumnal sun fingered in the sky. and
it, pale. uncertain beams silvered the early dew
drops, which the gay and thoughtess girl shook
from their verdant beds in her rapid movements.
But Rose cared little about disturbing dew-drops
or indeed any thing else that interlered with the
pursuit which occupied her for the moment
With the cagerness of sixteen she had pursued
IA young leveret among the silent tombS a.
! thoughtessy as if she trod only on the sweet
wild thyme, or humble daisy, and when she had
nearly weared out the object of her anxiety. she
saw il take shelter under the worn arch of an
ancient monument with evident satisfaction.
convinced that now she could secure her prize
! if Margaret would come to her assistance.
| "Sister, sister, repeated she, eagerly, come
| if we do not take it, it will surely become the
prey of some weasel or cub-ioX before MORN
ing
Margaret slowly passed the stile.
"One would think Won were passing to fu-
neral, >" said Rose, pettshly. If you will dc
nothing else. stand there at least, and-now
have it - exclaimed she, ioyously; its little
heart pants-poor thing! | wonder how 1t got
injured"
Stop" replied her sister, in low, agita'ed
voice YOU fnrret-vet how can You forget
who it is thai rests here; who" She
placed hcr hand upon a plain stone pedestal,
bat strong and increasing emotion prevented
her finishing the sentence.
:" My dear Margaret, forgive me! II is ever
thus ! an lated to be your misery. am sure
never thought"
Think now, then. Rose, if it be but for a
moment; think--thnk that only one little year
has passed since he was with us; since his
voice, so wise. and yet 50 sweet. was the music
of our cottage: his kindness the oil and honey
of our existence. Though the arrow had en-
tered into his soul, it fastered not, for no corrup-
ton was there When he was reviled, he re-
vicd not again; and though his heart was bro
ken, his last words were, Lord. thy will not
mnc, be donen My dear. dear tather!" she
continued, sinking at the same moment upon
her knees, and claspng her hands in devout
agony, teach me to be like thee -
Say me-, rather" calculated the sobbing
Rose whose grief became as vivid as had been
her eXnltatioD say. teach Rose to be like thee.
lon are like our father: but | am nothing =
any thing. o, Margaret can you forgive me
There; I'll let the hare 90 this moment. III
DO any thing you wish; indeed will"
DO let il TO- replied Margaret Sunderland
who had quickly recovered her self possession
1t would be i'll done TO permit any Suffering
rear his grave"
After brief pause, she rose from her knees,
md placing her arm through that of her sister
cit the charch-yard TO lis moonlight solitude.
The Widow Sunderland dwell d on the banks
# the river Whitman. aud the path the sister,
rad taken led for sometime along the picturesque
meadows that sloped 20 the very waters cdre
As they pursued their way an opening amid the
rccs discovered the beautiful window in Lincoln
cathedral-at once the pride and boast of tina
venerable city; the beams Of the moon were full
,pon it, and its varied panes gliltered like many
tinted silver in the placid yet wavering light
" How beautiful - exclaimed Rose. Alargare
sighed SIS it not beautiful p Intercepted Tia,
gay-hearicd girl. "ies, Rose; but meihnks
more admire these lofty towers, standing on
against the clear night-sky: and looking, no
like relics, but giants of the olden days. w,
have no right to upbraid Time in this instance
for he,
4 al. IL.