Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1848-09-28

anght could say TO soothe such sorrow as
was about to wi,ness-for heart must speak
10 heart in grief; and if the corresponding
chord have not been awakened in our own
bosom, it is in vain we strive to calm the
lhrob of anguish which vibra,es to agony in
the breast of another So resolved to speak
only the words that should suggest them
selves at the moment, and to attempt moth
ing more.
The little town Offs very remark
ably situated !; as it were under high and
beelling cTags, which scarcely leave room
for The cottages of the fishermen to stand,
dotted here and there in picturesque confu-
sion, under the precpitous cliff: The one
to which ] bent my steps stood on high
bank leading. up from a terrace buIwark,
which had been built to resist the encroach-
ments of The mighty waters, now slumber-
Ing with scarce ripple on their surface, in
the broad bay before me. AS turned to
ascend some steps leading to the door, sa W
gathering of many persons, and ropes,
nets, fishIng-boats, and gear Of that descrip-
ton lying ON the green, round which the
crowd had assembled. talking earnestly, bu,
in subdued tones. Not thinking that this
had any connection with the objec. of my
visit, knocked at the low door, and an
elderly woman, the mother of the dead man,
appeared
"Eh, men, but it's real gud o'you to come
and see US in our sorrow-come ben TO the
fire:'' and she busted herself in placing a
chair for me in the kitchen, where a peat
fire, burning in an open lum, which allowed
more than half the smoke to find its way
into the room, rendered 1t so dark, that !
had seated myself, before perceived, close
to me in the single neuk," the figure APP
paren,ly Of a young girl, who, loosely wrap
ped in dark blue bed. gown, with her long
dark hair haIf-conceaIing her face, was Sit
Ting on low stool, and holding lille in
FAINT in her arms, over which she was muir
muring faint sound, tina. might have been
a fragment of song.
started at finding myself, unexpectedly,
SO close to another person, and The girl fix
ed a pair of large dark eyes steadlastly upon
me for moment, and then. dropping her
head again on her bosom, resumed her low
chant. ! turned to the woman who was
standing near me, and said-''I called TO see
poor Jessie-how is. she ,"
"'Deed, an IFS sair dav VII her the day.
No but a. days are sair and heavy moo; but
We see they're roupiu' puir Geordie's bits o
meets, an sick-like, and it aye brings back
the sorrow upon her,"
I ,,o bor .,:J
"Surely, men, surely. She's there out-6y"
An Undesirable feeling came over me as
turned to the poor creature, and again mel
her s;eadfasl gaze. tried to speak, bu, d
choking sensation in my throat told me the
a,,emp, would be vain and, for a moment.
nothing was heard in the cottage but that
low grooming sound-lhe wall of broken
heart
''She's quite quiet moo, men, an sensible"
said the mother, who, fancied, attributed
my emotion to fear of the poor creature
'She hasna graf ony sim the the bairnic took
i'll: but she's lan.le better noo;'' and then
! saw that the poor baby was attempting to
find the nourshment Of which its mothers
agony had deprived it.
''She's healthy looking little baby,''
said J, feeling must say something, and TAX
ing the tiny hand in mine. "How old is
she -
"Ten weeks, mem. She was seven weeks
the day her father went"
Another glance from those dark eyes
but no sound, except the low moaning song.
''Il is heavy trial, indeed" SAID. speak
ing more to my own thoughts than TO those
near me. "A heavy and bitter trial but she
will have her children to look to, and she
will not want for friends )" and felt, al the
moment, as if could aInos, have gone down
TO The deep myself, TO have given back TO
that poor creature the one Ugh. of her lowly
life.
Mo. mem, t!la, Wilma she; she Wilma
want while puir GeordIe's auId father an
m,her haze a pickle meal TO gle her. Bul
troubles sair for The likes o. her, but TWEEN
,v-one years of age-il's sar cen upon me-
The milher o him but hae been fishers
daughter, an sister, an wife am mi,her. an
in fifty -lhree years. hae lost father, an bri-
theirs, an friends by The sea-on' moo my
BARN, my youngesl''-and here two tears
rolled down her brown and wrinkled
cheeks; bn. she needed them not, and con-
,inued-"An' I'm used 10 the trouble bul
i. maun be sair upon her at the first"
No look this ,me-no sign that she took
the slightest interest in words which, in
their touching simplicity, called forth ir'
renressible tears from me-onlv that cease.
less song.
"Sore, indeed" said, a. last. But He
who aff1ic.s will comfort in his own good
time"
Gay, will He mem; an He does; an
haze proved it to my comfort, an hope to
my saul's gud," said the old woman, rev.
eren,ly. 'An' He has blessed us even in