Martinsburg gazette. [volume] (Martinsburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1833-1855, 1847-10-28


Where beauty fingers in the thought.
! HAVE seen the rose bud in its beauty.
Sweet was its blush when the morning light
kissed the silver dew drops from its cheek aud
the gay smile of innocence played through its
leaves as the fond beams dallIed in lis charms
10 the gentle breeze, that sighed its pensive
numbers IN soitest murmers, as IL fioated past
the bending beauty gave rich fragrance TO waft
oil on its wings while fleeing away
away to its far-off home!n
But it faded, and the rude winds scattered
its pale leaves over the ground, needing not
that II was the wreck OF beauty they were de.
vourIng. IT'S gone! But is there no hope
that 1t viii return again2 Yes, there is. BY
the mysterious laws of Providence il will be
reproduced, and renewed, and. in some lovely
| form, live again TO deck the earth. Though
now Il is wthered and wasting, and must
molder back TO its mother-dust. vet, will il not
be destroyed or bloued from the book of exist
ence. II is the handiwork OF God, who has
appointed the time for its redemption, when il
shall come forth IN newness of life, revived in
beauty, and clothed in the hablllnents OF re-
joiclng. No particle will be lost. Such is the
protecting goodness and the wa,chiul care OF
our Father in heaven over all his works Not
flower of the field fadeth but he knows it,
Not sparrow falls TO the ground but he sees
| IT. 0, may we not trust in himl May we
not take shelter
''Beneath his royal wing!''
! Yes, this is our high privilege and to him,
who is ever merciful and kind, we may APP
proach, calm in the assurance that he viii up
hold us for with him ''even the hairs Of our
head are all numbered"
! 0, what consoling thought TO the way
worn and weary Bufleted BY the storms Of
adversely, and tossed upon the waves of LIES
troubled ocean, how the tempest driven wan
derer, solled and distressed, turns from the duh
scenes OF his conflicts, TO drink at the peace
running nyer which flows from the fount OF
God! There in the calm Of devotion,
Rest, weary pilgrim, rest from thy tolls.
/ Again, have seen the little infant, tender
and beautiful, rest upon its mothers bosom,
and smile in the fresh Joys of existence. The
light of innocence bearned in its eve; the
bloom of loneliness rested on its cheek. As
the unblemished bud opens with promise of a
rich blossom, so it, bud Of Immortality,
though mortal, gave promise TO be one OF
earth's brightest flowers, in youth and age,
alike, an ornament to humanity. o, how that
mother watched over and prayed for her
child How her ford heart beat with emo
ton as she gazed on the lovely treasure! And
what hopes filed her bosom! How oft, when
that sunny face was lit with smile, OF rest
1 ing IN slumber, did she imprint holy kiss
Alas, Tor thy hopes, mother thy doating heart
must soon be rlven! o, what a world is this,
albf light and shade, of hope and sorrow!
Scarcely had that infant begun its pleasing
pratte--scarcey learned its little song and
evening prayer, or TO sport on its fathers
knee, or throw its arms round its mothers
neck, when fell disease attacked the golden
cord OF life! What can thy care avail, kind
mother? Pale andyet palergrows a,cheek /;
the last and lingering tint that glowed so light
! ly there has fled. All, death has marked il
for his prey But weep not, mother; weep
not, father. Your child has gone from scenes
of woe TO scenes of Joy. Your Savior gave
the precious gift Twas yours: twas his :
he took it back again. IT'S now jewel in
/ his crown. Would you call it back? o.,
! look beyond the cloud! Twas hard TO give
it up; but think how many snares, laid TO
catch Its unsuspecting feet. it has escaped
how many sorrows, pains, and grieis Hap
! ply now, and free from pain, il basks in Joys
immortal beams, and tunes its golden harp,
hard by the Sayiour's side, and floats in all
the ethereal bliss that ransomed spirits know
in heaven.
''Butt then its little tomb, dreary, dark and
cold! know your thoughts, mother but be
not sad. Shall He, who never lets one flow
er waste, nor bird nor beast know want, not
guard thy infantthere? Strew, then, its grave
with flowers, for they are emblems OF thy
hope; and cease 10 mourn. The flowers will
bloom in spring so thy child will bloom in i'm
mortal youth, when Gabriel wakes il up, and
Jesus plants its feet in yon bright heavenly
climes, "where blossoms never fade" and
deaths grim visage never frights the mind.
Hope, then, mother hope in sadness,
Cheer thy dropping spirits up
Sorrow soon will change TO gladness,
Cheer up, mother; cheer thee up
Who. that ever spoke the name OF mother.
can hear that name unmoyed? Mother! Sis
ter! What sweeier words can language hold,
or tongues Of earth embrace.
have seen mother train up her daughter
10 the paths OF virtue, honor, and usefulness.
Mother and daughter Many were their joys
and few their sorrows. Bright We're their
hopes and sweet their union. Calm and
peaceful was their souls communion. Hap
ny mother happy daughler But, alas,
earh's Joys are fieeting No ties SO sacred
pus DiSnShs A(futu bhocC ttlttt iifOlllcf LOT
his victm Many long and weary nights
and days that lovely daughter watched beside
the mothers bed. Oft had the bitter tears be-
dewed her cheeks as on the palid face and
wasted form she gazed But death regarded
not her tears. The spark of life grew DIM;
the burning taper fiiekered faint and low.
The thought oil separation pelced her tender
heart with sadest grief. 20, mother, how can
live without iheel How dark will be The
world What void the loss of thee will
make! How gloomy life viii be! o. mother.
what VIII do when thou art eone!" envy
child, my child; be calm: still thy restless
fears. Think not so VAN Of life: il is pre-
clous gift. Think Of Thy laithfulfa,he think
OF has distress, and ever comfort him. Thou
All ms only hope: on thee, will he place his
affections. Make him happy; aud thou too
VIII be happy. commit my trusts into thy
care. O, my child, be faithful and may God
bless and strengthen theel"
The daughter promised so to do, and the
mother continued, "Erom thee, I must soon
be taken; and thou wilt feel my loss, aud feel
II deeply; but lei not grief prey on thy spirits
ever look up TO the great Fountain of ioy and
consolation. do not ask thee not to weep al
thy loss il is natural thou should'st weep
but be not excessive in thy sorrow. Remem.
Der thy sorrow will not be as of chose who
have no hope" Let each remembrance of
me remind thee of that bright period when we