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

or scatter the floor. listen for his
sweet-toned voice but il is lost to me
forever Dear mother, pray for me. that
| may not mnrmur or rep'ne. Willie
used often TO talk about Jou, and my
dearly loved father, and he said when he
20, to Heaven, he would pray to God
that we might all meet him there. Little
Maude, who is just beginning to talk,
calls for buzzer lllle," and peeps IN
der The tables and beds to see # he has
hidden, and then hit her large blue eyes,
$50 like yours, dearest mother,) wonder-
ing'y to mine
Ire,urn you one Of the bills; I cam
not use il for myself, only asked for
Willie's sake. With the ether, l shall
max. the desolate home where we have
laid him, as pleasant as can. The lit
tie marble pillar Herbert has ordered.
will bear this simple inscription, "THE
CRAVE or WILLIE MoUDEsLEy VOL
coTr." Oh. ! tremble when ] think that
perhaps before another year. my blue
eyed Mande may sleep beside her broth
'er. En,rea, Of my fa,her, beg Of him to
forgive me. Perhaps have not suffer
ea enough Tor my disobedience, bu, for
Herber,'s sake, whose only fault is in
loving me too well for my sweet
Maude's sake. beg Of my father to send
me his fol giveness-I will ask no more.
MARIE.
CHAPTER V.
+" And art thou not still fondly, truly lov'd!
Thou art the love his spirit bore away,
Was not for earth ! a treasure but removed,
A brigh, bird parted for clearer day
Thine still in Heaven!'
Five years have passed since Marie was
banished from her fathers house, and
now we will return to the old fashioned
sitting room, and see the Change which
Time has wrought upon its inmates. A
portion Of the room was occupied by a
bed, the curtains Of which are closely
drawn. The deep breathing Of the oc-
cupant. the ticking Of the house-clock,
and the puring Of the cat upon the rug,
are all the sounds which break the still
ness. In high-backed chair. near the
bedside, Mrs Moudesley is sitting. Her
hair is silvery white, and parted plainly
over the forehead, where Time has set
his signet.
Well might Marie have written that
Maude's eyes were like her mothers. for
they were indeed strikingly similar-tEe
same deep blue, the same sad and
thoughtful glance.
The expression Of Mrs. Moudesley's
face showed that her thoughts were
pleasant ones, and how could they be 9TH
wise when she was hourly expecting the
return Of her only chld-the child which
for five long years she had yyearned to
see.
Sickness and suffering had finished the
work in Mr.. MoudesIeys bosom, which
Marie's letter had commenced He had
sent for Herbert. begging Of him to
bring his wife and child Immediately, be-
fore it should be too late for him t. see
them again, and the answer had announ-
cedihat they should arrive OH this very
day. 1t was nearly sunset when th-
stage drew up in front of the dwelling
Marie did not pause until she had rushed
through the well-known hail into the sit
ting-room, where she would have thrown
herself at her mothers feet, had she not
caugh. her in her arms.
The low sobs which echoed through
the room we're not Of grief but of ihrlll-
ing joy. Little Maude sat quite neglect
ed in her fathers arms, looking thought
fully and poutngly upon the scene be-
fore her, and half mind to cry, because
Marie was crying.
Mr.. Moudesley parted the bed-curtain
with his wasted hands, aud looked upon
the meeting he dared not Interrupt.
Tears chased one another down his
wrinkled face, and half suppressed
groan escaped him. In moment Marie
was kneeling beside him, GOV yering his
hand with kisses.
"Oh father, dearest father, forgive
me-" was all she could say.
Rise, Marie, your poor father has
much more needed Of forgiveness from
his injured child | did not know how
nee essary you were TO my happiness, but
five long years Of obslinacy have taught
m e that | cannot live without you Will
you forgive all have made you suffer,
Marie, and make my dying hours more
omfortabe 7"
/" Oh, father father do not talk So
you must not die-we could not be ham
py without yon. 1t was that was alo ne
to blame, for | should have waited for the
consent you would at las, have been will
ing to give"
"Where is Herbert 7" said Mr.. Mon-
desley. lie came TO the bedside, bear.
ing his little Mande in his arms
" All have lost my namesake." said
the old man, IL did not deserve to have
one. Herbert, my son, Can you forgive
me ?"
g have forgotten, father, that l have
aught to forgive" said Herbert, as he
pressed the sick mans hand warmly.
Herbert and Marie sat down, one on
each side Of the bed, and tried to cheer
and encourage their father. Little Mau.
de slipped down and toddlcd off by her
self
oh, we will nurse you so tenderly,
dear father, you will soon be well: : and
nj aude shall Drattle 10 Won and csress vou