Herald of the times, and Rhode Islander. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1846-1849, 1848-11-30

fiher. She earnestly longed for tha,
fathers forgiveness. cruel as he had been.
She pined for her cherished mothers
smiles, and found the affection of her
darling husband, the pra,tling other noble
boy, and Growing of her infant daugh-
ter, incapable offiling the aching void.
The winter and spring glided away as
the preceding ones had done, and mid
summer found Marie worn with watching
beside the couch OF her frs,-born-her
boy. Their room was in an inferior
boarding-housc, in narrow street ofthe
mos. thckly populated portion of,he city.
With every economy, they had found i,
barely possible to live from year to year,
and they were not prepared for sickness.
Marie's heart was aimos, broken with
Ianxiety, she remembered her fathers
curse. and hardly dared to pray that ii
lmisM be averted. One morning when
the li,,!c sufferer slept, she knel, beside
him and prayed earnestly Ios life for her
llboY-for forgiveness for herself from her
heartily parents. She arose--her pleading
tones mad awoke the slumberer.
\ "Mo,her, did Doctor say mas! die !" said
the litIe fellow, and he fixed his dark, misty
;. res upon .ar. She ben. over him speech.
lies. with ener, anu the large tears fell IN
shower. upon his palid face.
\ "Dont cry 50, mother dear, it will only
make i, harder for poor Willie to leave yon.-
| shall find the way up TO God, dear mother,
| though the blue sky is 50 far off; and will
ask God to send for you and papa, and little
sister, and dear grandPapa and grandmama,
that you love 50 much"
!, His mother buried her face in the pillow,
striving 10 smother her wild sobs. while little
!, Willis stretched his thin and feeble hand, and
| pa,ted her head caresslngly. They were in
| terrup,ed by the entrance Of the physicisn.--
\ lie OWNED the cause OF Mares weeping, and
sIroye to encourage her.
\ "Change of air, Mrs. Walco,t might work
wonders suppose you try a few days sons-
/ where H. the neighborhood oflhe city,"
\ Her reply was only deep Rroan. She
! knew it could not be-,hat her husband had
! already overdrawn his salary, 10 pay his IN
creasing expenses and her heart bled airesh
! a. III, thought Of their deslitution. When
! the PHYSICIAN leit, she sat down a, her table
/, anu wrote
h "Mo,her-mother, you will not turn from
! me in this hour of terrible anguish. My boy
diving beside me for want Of alr-the pure
fresh air. which you revel in. Oh, mother
listen TO me | am almost mad with fear
with anxiety for him, my first born. tie Is
INV pride, nv darling but oh, If he can but
live, give him up willingly into your hands.
Come and take him from Inc VIII never
see him again-only save him from DEATH
| canno, see him perish for want OF
the fresh dir which ! breahed 90 wonsonly
when q child"
Thus dsconnectedly did she write. The
letter was folded and sent. Another week
passed slowly, hour by hour, to Marie. sshe
h would not leave the beds de Of her boy.
Il When late one evening Herbert retured
4 from his business, he found his wife sitting as
was her wont by the side of WiIlie's couch,
her head resting upon the same pillow, her
arms thrown lovingly about him, one little
hand clasped close in hers. Beside them, in
her wicker cradle, the baby slept. The flick
erine lamp shed feeble glare about Jhs apart
rnent He bent over his wfe-both so deadly
pale il did not look like sleep.
Thank God" he said, as he saw the
chesnu, curls of his boy wave with the breath
of the mother. "My poor pet he murmur-
ed as he stopped to kiss her Transparent, fore
head, then pressed another upon the pale, cold
cheek of his child.
! He started back, and toltcring to tho near
es, chair, sat down clasping his hands, and
rocking to aud fro in the first agony OF his
sudden bereavement.
"My boy my boyW was all that es-
capped through his closed ips,-Marie
Imoved restlessly, and opened her eyes
EMpon phe face Of her dead child. She
1 razed around wildly, then sank down
nron her knees, exclaiming, "Oh, God
the punishment Of my disodedience is
more than can bear.'
Al that weary night, the mourning
psrents watched beside that treasured
lord. Beautiful in death was the child
IDf whose glorious loveliness the father
had been so proud. Thickly the waving
|curls clustered about his broad brow, and
the long dark fringe of the eye-llds res
ted upon the marble cheeks. The ex-
preston Of the ch,selled lips was as Sc
renely sweet rs ever, and the fathers
heart yearned to hear once more the
welcome which had ever greeted hn.-I
lie twined lis arms about his wife, and
ip,Ilowed her head upon his shoulder,
miugling their tears and slghs, though
the hearts Of both were too foil for
words.
How gently fell the first rays Of morn
ing light upon the sweet face of the de.
parted how transpa' emily pure and beau
| iitul he looked in his drcamless repose
1t was no, strange that the parents should
% mourn and grieve over their blighled
bud.
The little one in the cradle awoke and
called loudly for its mamma. Marie lift
ed the child, and strained it wildly to
her Who can tell how blter-how
agonsng were the thoughts which crowd
ed to that mothers breast, as she repeat
ed to herself that fearful malediction,- =
" May your chill ,rcn die in want before
you -
That morning letter was brought her
she recognised the tremuIously written
superscriptlon, but it had come too late,
and she laid il unopened in her work
basket. 4 week afterwards, when the
first stunning weight Of grief had given
place 10 resigned melancholy, she re-