The Davenport gazette. [volume] (Davenport, Scott Co., Iowa) 1841-185?, 1848-09-14


YOU will, you cannot have forgotten the
past. There was time -,
DO not speak oft, George Mason, if you
would not break my heart here. and at once
do not, in mercy, arouse memories that
never will sleep again. said the girl. RI
sing slowly 10 her feet, aud wr,nging her
hands, over which tear drops fell like rain.
BE calm, Mary, hescech you. will
say nothing that ough, to pain or ierrii,
you thus 10 fulfil the engagement,
81 cruelty broken oil, and here. in this sa-
cred place. promise never to stand beside
a gambling table. or touch another card in
nv life. know tina, in other things have
snned against you, nlmos, beyond forgive
ness, but will do anyihing-ever,,hing.
that YOU can dictate to atone for the wrongs
done ,hat--;hat poor girl, and will never.
never zee her again
Miss Bishop looked with pninfn! smile
and faint color spread from her face, down
over her neck and bosom.
'Cau YOU take away the stain which has
been selfishly flung on her pure spiril--can
YOU gather up the affections OF Young
heart when once wickedlv lavshed, and
teach them To bud and blossom in the ho-
som which sin has dcsola,ed? As well
might Won attempt 10 give its perfume back
lathe withcred rose, or take away the stain
from bruised liIv, when its urn has been
broken and iramplcd in The dust. Vain
man! Go and ask forgiveness at that Gid.
whose lovely work You have dcspolcd.--
With all your pride and wealth Of intellect.
YOU have no power 10 make aioncment Ia
that one human being, whom YOU have led
into sin and sorrow Sho turned from
hun as the last words died on her lips, and
covering her face. wcpt ms one who l,ad IN
comfort. left. Tears stood in that proud
mans eve, and his naughty lip trctnbled a.
he gazed upon her. lie did not speak
again, and lifted her hand rcverenily 10 his
lips, and bas,cned away.
A week went bv, and every dav We
could sec that our young mistress walked
more feebly up the lawn, mud that the color
IN her cheek became painfully vivid. She
had always been troubled with sinh,
cough. hni now il often startled ~ with its
frequency and holowncss. On Sniurda, !.
il had hecn her habit 10 give MS some little
proof Of npprnbaiion-a certificate. some
times neatly written. but more Frequently
nrnamcnied bv iIny rosc--a butterfly. or
grass-hopper. from her own exquisite pen
Gil. On the SATURDAY, nigh, in question.
she had distributed her little eifis. and il
CHANGED that simple duisv. mos, hcanli-
fully colorcd. fell 10 me. had long hatl n
strange wish 10 possess n lock oil her hnir,
and this night found courage IL express it.
As she extended the daisy for nv accep-
lance. drew close to her chair. and ahi--
pcred. 'lfvou please. Miss Bishop. would
much rather have some of yonr hair-ihni
boautful brigh, curl that always hangs
back Of your ear
With gentle smile she took her scissors
and cut or the curl. which had So In.
coveted. She seemed pleased with my ca
ger expression Of delight. and holding up
the rinrlet. allowed il 10 fa! sla1, down
to my palm, in n succession Of rich gloss,
rings. had tho daisy too, aud went home
proud and happy child.
The next Monday was melancholy day
to us all. Cor our mistress was ill-ycry i'll.
The doctor was afraid that she never would
he we'll again. We sal down together as
they told us this, aud cried ms il s.,mc .re.:
evil had fallen upon us. We saw her once
again. but il was in the gloom If death
chamber, and then she was in her old place
again, there in the broad aisle Of the meet
ing house; but n coffin was her resting
place. and when we gathered nheu, her,
weeping md fall of sorrow, she did not
hear the voice Of her little scholars.
Oar mistress WINS buried back of tho old
meeting house, aud very often would the
children Oh, she loved 50 f0nd'y, 'inasr about
Il WINS a strange fancy, but seldom WIS.,
tied the shady spot without taking with me
the little work bag which contained her
presents. and TINT one precious riaelet--
her last gift. ] was never afraid 10 !inscr
about the resting places of the deaei. and
ono evening the twilight had settled over
me while still sat by that mcekly-msdc
grave. All at once the sound Of heavy
foot-step startled me, and the shadow Of
man fell athwart the grass. knew him
=, once, though he was much palcr than
formerly, and there was m expression Of
suffering on his face that awoke all my
childish sympathy. II was the same man
who had visited our mistress on tho week
before she left us. lie seemed surprised
II finding child SO near her grave; but
when he saw that recognized him, began
to question me about the departed. ] told
him all, and he wcpt like child. for nv
presence was no restraint upon him. AT.
Ter time. he took me in his arms, and
asked me if the departed had never given
mo any present--a picture book or ccrtifi.