The daily national Whig. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1847-1849, 1847-09-08

and she guided his uncertain steps, and list
aned earnestly to the words OF wisdom which
he spoke, Then marked that often ano-
Their joined the group, youth who had been
her companion years agone, when she was
very child. Now they did not stray as
hen, with arms entwined, and hand linked
in hand /; but the youth supported the grand
ire, and she walked beside him, looking
,imidly upon the ground, and if by chance
he spoke to, her, a bright glow would arise
to her lips and forehead. IS
" Never did my voice ring out for mer-
fier bridal than on the morn when they,
we're united, before the altar Of this very
church All the village reioiccd with them,
Tor the gentle girl was loved as sister, and
a daughter all said that the youth TO whom
he had pligh,ed hertroth was well worthy
Of the jewel he had gained. The old praised,
and the young admired as the bridal party
turned toward their home, simple, vine
haded cottage, not stones throw from
| where thou art lying They did not forget
the God who had bestowed SO much ofhap-
1piness upon them even in the midst OF
pleasure, and often they would come in the
hush of twilight, and, ,kneeling by the alter
give thanks for all the mercies they had
| received. '.'. ... 49,. Sd
"Two years-long as the period may
seem 10 youlh-gldes swiftly past when the
heart is not at rest. Then once more chime
aoaled from the be!fry. 1t was at early
dawn, when the mist was lying on the
mountains side, and the dew hid trembling
in the flower bell, frightcd by the first beams
Of the rising day.-A son had been given
TO thea a bright healthful babe with eyes
blue as the mothers who clasred him to
her breast and dedicated him with the first
breath to the parent who had watched over
her orphan youth, and had given this treas
ure to her keeping. ........
"That bright day faded, and even came
sadly upon the face of nature. Deep and
mournlul was the tone which flung upon
the passing wind; and the fir trees Of the
forest sent back a moan from their swaying
as flor very sympathy. Life was that day
given, but another had been recalled. The
young mothers deep sleep was not broken
even by the waling voice OF her first born,
for it was the repoSe Of death.
"They laid her beside the very spot
where she had passed SO many hours; and
then knew it was the grave Of her parents
which she had so loved 10 visit
''The son lived and the fathers grief
abated When he saw the boy growing in
the image Of his mother; and when the
child, with uncertain footsteps, had dared
to tread upon the velvet grass, the father
brought him to the church-yard, and clasp
10, al, nl, bo Ia.
taught the babe that he had also Father in
Heaven. .
"I have lain since that time almost by
her side, for my pride was BUNDLED when
they removed me from the station had SO
long occupied. My voice has been hush
ed from that sorrowful night even till now,
but am compelled to speak to thee. :.
"Boy boy il is Thy mother of whom ]
have told thee Two lives were given for
thine: thy mother who brought thee into
the world-thy Saviour who would give
thee a second-they have died that thou
might live; and for SO great sacrifice how
much will be required OF thee! See to it
that thou art not found wanting when a
reckoning is required of thee"
Suddenly as it had been borne TO his ears
the voice became silent. The boy started
as if from deep sleep, and put his hand to
his brow. The dew lay damply upon ii,
the shades of evening had crept over the
church yard; and he could scarce discern
the white slab that marked the resting place
Of his mother. 1t may have been dream
but when he searched about him for the
old bell, it was lying with its lip very near
to the fragrant pillow upon which he had
reposed. ."..
| Thoughtiully and slowly the boy went
toward his home, but though he told none,
not even his father, what had be.allen him,
the story Of the old bell was never forgotten,
and his future life was influenced by its re-
membrance.
o. Mrs. Catherine But,erworth died a, Du-