The Middlebury galaxy. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1848-1850, 1849-03-06
MIDDLEBuRY VERMONT, TUESDAY MORNING. MARCH G. lsls


and the lawn below, in large Pickering
checkers.
Then first-then first, Il never shall for
geiitat moment,) crowded into my mind a
confused multitude of fearful imaginings, all
all connected with those funeral prepare
lions had noted SO carelessly in the engross-
ing selfishness of my own imparien, glad
ness. My father! my dear father! My kind
uncle, and Lady de Beauvoir III never felt
I'LL then how well loved her)---aDd Roso-
mond sweet, dear Rosomond OIL but
to know they were all safe and well land il
il were not SO, why should that room be lit
as for festival? shuddered al my thought
inward whisper; but, nerving myself 10 con-
front the truth, was again bounding onward,
when my steps were impeded by some living
creature that leapt against me with low
whine Of recognition, aud licked my face and
hands with affectionaie welcome, as STOPPING
down, felt the glossy head and long silken
ears Of Marco, Rosomond's pet spaniel TAX
ing il in my arms would have proceeded,
but the little creature Struggled 10 get loose,
and when set ii down, barked and whined,
and intercepted my progress with such sim
gular perIinaciy as TO make me sensible OF
lis desire TO lead me straight across the lawn
10 the illuminated windows, from which /
guessed it had issued on seeming my ap-
proach by lis wonderfully acute instinct. BE
it so. MARCEL mentally calculated, lead
me then al once. These horrid doubts will
he dispeiled or confirmed by one glance
through those lighted windows But rs
approached them, following the little span
eI's eager lead, perceived that the white
blinds oil all we're lowered TO the aground, and
though the middle one stood aiar, no sound
proceeded thence-all within was still. was
silen' as the grave. The grave!-Lh God
that thought struck TO my heart. But there
was no time 10 hesItate-to recollect-lo
man myself. Marco looked round as if invit-
ing me 10 follow, and slipping through the
hali-cosed window, displaced the blind as he
did so, and | caught glimpse of -
scarce knew what but il iroZe my hearts
blood, and yet nerved me 10 a strange rigidi-
ty otpurpose.
Il caught the closing blind. The next
moment had crossed the threshold, and
stood as ifiurneG 10 marble in the full ghasi-
y glare ola prolusion ofImmense wax-ligbts,
set round long and lofty apartment hung
with black, at the upper end Of which (the
only unshrouded oblecD hung The splendid
y framed portrait of a beautiful girl, and
upon a bier Immediately beneath that pic
ure stood coffin half covered with its flow
ing pail
Mr.. Faulkner paused for moment. over
powered by vivid reco.eciions. Not word
was uttered by either of his sympathiziug
hearers, but half suppressed sob heaved
Rosomond's bosom. and Lucy, slilled by
profound feeling, pressed her lips softly to
hpF fathar'o hand ha ha Ion, nj In.
man at his feet. Fondly returning his daught.
er's caress, Mr.. Faulkner resumed, y GU now
see, my dear children, and you especially,
my volatile Lucy, by what an awful lesson
your father was early and severely taught
that it becomes not mortal man TO lay down
plans for the future. without The submissive
PREFERENTIAL clause-this or that will | do il il
be Gods pleasure.
Beside that coffin my father stood with
folded arms in profound contemplation. NV
poor uncle leant on the opposite side, halt
embracing it with one arm, while his thin
white locks silvered the pail: On which his
lace was buried. The slight noise made
on entering startled the silent mourners, Nv
father. with broken exclamation. stepped
toward me with outsreiched hands but my
poor uncle. only lifting up his head for mo
ment, AFTER a single look of rec ogniiion let il
fall again uron that sad resting place, utter
ing, in a ali'smothered voice, Here Frank
here lies my Rose
Sacred be the remembrance of his sor.
rows. The light of his life was indeed for
ever quenched ; but only that heavenly
day-spring might dawn upon the darkened
horizon. The bereaved father bowed his
head without murmurto The Almighty will.
Il am sinful man, o Lord p was his first
heart-wrung cry when the stroke fell that
made him childless; and when the sharp az
ony had passed away: giving place 10 that
calm, abiding sorrow which hearkens child
like 10 'Ihe still small voice he reused HIM
self 10 support his more feeble partner-fhe
far more piliable parent Of their lost darling,
for she, poor woman! wept on increasingly,
mourning 'as one who would not he comforts
ed and broken in heart and constitution,
followed her daughter within ihe twelve
months 10 The vault of the De Beauvoirs
There also. with those so dear 10 him in life,
my good uncle has long rested hut he sur
vived them many years, living to the utmost
verge of mans 'ourscore years and ten;
living no useless life of unavaiIing sorrow or
worldly iOrgelulness, but so 'redeeming The
Iime,' still added 10 his DAYS; so enduring
The Christening of the Lord that. though
his dying eyes were closed by no dear filial
hand the holy dew Of orphans tears, of the
and the widow fell upon his
grave; and few hours before his spirit de-
parted. grasping the hands of The beloved
brother, the lifelong friend, the faithful
counsellor (faithfu.fo the LAST who had Just
administered TO him the cup Of salvation he ]
'realhed out his deeply grateful assurance,
hat il was good for him TO hare been aiflict- /
d. that the desire Of his eyes had been re-
moved from him in mercy, that
God, TO save the father took the child