Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1850-07-03

-soemniZed to her, also, by that terrible
Weakening to sorrow which she had known.
She reclined now OH her bed in the silent
ness, the darkness; but she rested not, she
slept not. The young girls eyes, fixed on
the far-of stars, on the glorious heavens,
her thoughts wandered wild and free, but
her body was circled by the arm of Death
She had not yet slept at all that night; F.;
she had no. slep, for many nights. Winter
was reigning in Mary's heart-it had long
reigned there. She was remembering now,
while others nestled in the arms of forget
fulness, those days that were gone, when
she had looked with such trust and JOY up
on the years to below then she had long
ed for the slowly-unfolding future to de-
velope itself fully, completely how she had
wholly given herself to the fancies and the
hopes of the untried. Alas! she had reach
ed, she had passed, too soon, that crisis Of
life which unfolds mex, to the expectant the
season of winter-she had seen the gay
flowers fading, the leaves whitening, the
glory Of summer past. And yet how young,
how very young she was!
They who saw the shadow brooding over
| her, out of which she could not move, they
who loved, who almost worshiped her, the
| father and the mother, had in every manner
sought, how vainly to stop the course Of
that disease which fastened upon her-they
could not dispel the sorrow which had
blighled her life. She also for a moment
desperately as they, had striven with her
grief, but now in the cherries autumn time
she was come back to her home, feeling that
it would be easier there to die.
Gazing from her couch out upon the
':steadfast skies''-thinking on the past, and
the to come the to come of the dying =
Yet the thought of death and judgmen. ter
rifed her not. Surely she would find mer
cy and hearts ease in the Heaven over
which the merciful was king!
But suddenly in the nights stiffness, in
stead(as,ly gazing for an instant upward, far
upward, where a star shot from the zenith,
down, down, to the very horizon, and she
fell back at the sight, her spirit sped away
with that swift glory y-nash-.Nary acas dead!
In that moment the student stood beside
his window. The fire in the grale had died
away, the lamp was nearly exhausted, wea-
red with his long continued work, he had
risen, and now for an instant stood looking
upon the heavens. There was sadness and
WEAKNESS in his heart. The little violet,
and the travellers return, had strangely af-
fected him for once he found not in his
books that satisfaction which he sought
he felt that another life than that Of plod-
ding book worn might be led by him. His
dreams in the morning hour were not plea
SAINT as he slept. They were solely of one
whose love he had set at nought for the
smiles Of sterner love; Of one whom he
now thought Of, as in the spring time Of his
life, when she was all the world to him.
And now that she was come again, and he
should see her once more! alb, he would
bow before her as he once had, and she who
was ever SO gentle, SO loving, so good,
would not spurn him: she would forget his
forge,fulness, she would yet give to him that
peace, that JOY which he had never quafled
at the fountain Of learning
Up rose the sun, and the people saw how
the Black Frost was over the earth, binding
all things in its hard, close, cold embrace.
Later in the morning little ehild, passing
by the collage, paused and peeped through
the bars upon the violet-rooi. Yesterday
night when she went home from school,
she saw the flowers blooming there, the
pale, blue, faint-hear.ed looking flowers
and now she remembered to look if they
were there still. But though she looked
long and steadfastly where the sunlight fell
beneath the current bush. she could not see
that she sought for; so passing quietly
through the gate she stopped down where
the vioc,s had been, and felt the leaves and
knew that they were frozen; and it was
only by an effort that she kept back the fast
gathering tears, when she looked on the one
flower Mary had left, and saw how it was
dropped and dead.
But a sadder sight, and one more full Of
meaning was presented in the pleasant cham
Der, whose window opened on the yard
where the blossoming bushes grew. For
there woman bent over the bed whereon
another frost-killed flower lay moaning in
the bitterness of grief, the death Of her one
TREASURED!
Still later in the day another mourner
stood in that silent place, thinking of the
meteor and the violet. 1t was the student,
he who in the remorse and anguish came,
bemoaning the lros,-blighted. Too late, too
late, he came to tell his love-too late to
crave forgiveness, too late to soothe the bro
ken hearted Now stood he himself in the
valley of the shadow of woe.
And the snow and the storms abounded.
Winter was come.
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