Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1848-09-14

sing Tor me all the songs tDOu mast sulIS lot
thy child!-I am fond of them; have heard
them before, am Night; sow thy tears
whilst thou sang'st lhem!'
81 will sing them all, all :" said the mo-
Their; "but do not stop me now may o.
vertake him: may find my child 20
But Night stood still and mute. Then
the mother, wrung her hands, sang, and
wept, and there were many songs, but yet
many more tears; and then Night said
$50 to the right, into the dark pine forest ;
lhilher saw Death take his way with thy
child -
The roads crossed each other in the
depths of the forest, and she no longer knew
whittier she should go; then there stood a
Thorn bush there was neither leaf nor flow
er on it. it was also in the cold winter sea-
son, and lce-hakes hung on the branches
Hast thou not seen Death 60 past with
my little child:' said the mother.
"Yes," said the thorn bush "but will
not tell which way he took, unless thou
wilt frs. warm me up a, thy heart. am
freezing to death; shall become lump
of ice ~
And she pressed the thorn bush to her
breast so firmly that it might be thoroughly
wa med, and the thorns went right into her
flesh, and her blood flowed in large drops,
but the thorn bush, shot forth fresh green
leaves, and there came flowers on it in the
cold winter night, the heart of the afflicted
mother was SO warm; and the thorn bush
told her the way she should 90.
She then came to large lake where there
was neither ship nor boat. The lake was
not frozen sufficiently to bear her; neither
was it open. nor low enough that she could
wade through it; and across it she must 60
if she would find her child. Then she Law
down to drink up the lake, and that was an
impossibiIly for human being, but the az
ncled mother thought that miracle might
happen nevertheless.
ooh what would not give TO come to
my child - said the weeping mother: and
she wept still more, and her eyes sunk
down in the depths Of the waters, and be-
came two precious pearls; but the water
bore her up, as if she sat on swing, and
she flew in the rocking waves to the shores
on the opposite side, where there stood a
mile broad, strange house. one knew not if
it were built up; but the poor mother
could not see it, had she wepl her eyes out
"Where shall find Death, who took a
way my little child 20 said She
! Gle has not come here yetn' said the
old grave woman who was appointed TO
look after Deaths greenhouse! How
have you been able 10 find the way hilher !:
And who has helped you?''
'Our Lord has helped me-" said she.
"He is mercful and you will also be so !
Where shall find my little child -
NAY, know no,,'' said the woman, ''and
You cannot see! Many flowers and trees
have withered this night! Death will soon
come and plant them over again You GER
tainly know that every person has his or her
LIES tree or flower. just as every one hap
pens to be settled; they look like other plants,
but they have pulsalions Of the heart
Chlldren's hearts can also beat; 20 after
yours, perhaps you NAV know your child's
but what will you give me, if | tell you what
you shall do mnre?''
81 have nothing to give" said the af11ict-
ed mother, "but will 60 to the worlds end
for you"
NAY, have nothing to do there" said
the woman, 'but you can give me your
long black hair; you know yourself tina,
II is fine, and that like You shall have
my white hair instead That's always
something ~
Do you demand nothing else :" said she
'''hal will give you!" And she gave her
fine black hair, and got the old woman's
snoww white hair instead
So they went inlo Deaths great green
house, where flowers and trees grew strange
ly into one another. There stood fine hya-
cin,hs under glass bells, and there grew wa
ter plants, some SO fresh, others halc sick,
the wa,ersnake lay down on them, and
black crabs pinched their stalks. There
stood parsley and Towering thyme; every
tree aud Hower had its name; each Of them
was human life, the human frame still
lived-One in China and one in Greenland
round about in the world. There were
large IN small pots; so that they stood so
slun'ed in growth, and ready to burst the
pots; in other places, there was little dull
flower in rich mould with moss round about
1t, and 1t was SO pe,ted and nursed But
the distressed mother bent down over all
the smallest plants, and heard within them
how the human heart beat; and amongs,
millions she knew her child's.
"lhere 1t is" cried she, and stretched
her hand out over little blue crocus, that
hung quite sickly on one side.
"Don't touch the flower,o said the old
woman, "but place yourself here, and when
Death comes-l expect him every moment
do not let him pluck the flower up, but
threaten him that you will do the same with
others. Then he will be afraid; he is re-
sponslble for them 10 our Lord, and no one