Southport telegraph. [volume] (Southport, W.T. [i.e. Kenosha, Wis.]) 1840-1850, 1850-03-22
THE DYING MOTHER.
From the Family YiSit


We take the following from the Auto-biogra-
ply of an orphan, which we find in the forth
coming January numbers of The Ladies' Ma
tional Magazine
was about four years old, when an event
occurred which influenced my whole future
life.
had not seen my mother for several days
| recollcct that cried frequently for her, and
| was put off with the excuses common on such
occasions, until one day, on being again de-
MED her went into a passion of shrIeks and
tears The result was that | sobJed myself to
sleep.
When awoke, my Aunt Sarah was stand
ing over me. 1t was not long before | rcmem-
bercd the cause of my SORROW, and began to cry
again.
Il want to see my mamma
Hush you must not make a noise, said my
aunt.
Il want to see my mamma
BE still, child cried my aunt shaking her I'm
ger at me, be still, | say, and you shall see your
mother
She hastily dressed me in my best white frock,
| thought it strange, for knew it was not Sun
day, but supposed, perhaps, there was to be
company.
Now YOU must be STILL said my aunt, as she
smoothed down my frock, and not make the
least noise. Your mamma Is very Ill.
did not entirely understand her, but felt
that it was something terrible, and my little heart
was moved. | wiped the last tear from my eye
with my hand.
NV aunt lifted me in her arms and carried me
to the room.
remember the faces in the room. My uncle
was there, and his wife; and thought had dis
covered why had been dressed up, for as they
lived some miles off, and rarely visited us, they
were considered as company whenever they did
come Another gentleman was there, whom
had faint remembrance of having seen before.
The whole were standing about at the foot OF
the bid, the curtains of which were drawn up !;
and they were looking at something in it.
looked too and saw my mother.
She was lying partially propPed up with pill
lows; but so pale and emaciated, that at first
scarcely distinguished her from the snow-white
linen. Her eyes, however, were the same that
so often love upon me | should have recognz-
ed them if all else had been changed, though
they were now luminousIy bright and large. |
reached forth my hands, and half sprang from
my AZ n S arms.
Mamma, dear mamma = | cried.
Hush : said my aunt, drawing me back-'you
must not weary your mother.
looked at my aunt. and then turned needing
" 20 my parent one giahceu OSSecC!lHSi! ~
nv aunt, who looked at the strange gentleman
he was the doctor. The latter nodded. At
this nv au II stopped down, and held me close TO
my mother, so that could pat my little hands
on her face, which | did, stroking it fondly,
as used to when she was lulling me to sleep.
But as she thus yielded, my aunt said
You are everlasting yourself, sister. The
child will tease YOU
Never shall forget my mothers look-it was
partly one OF surprise, partly one of meianchol-
ly reproof-as she said family, speaking with
short sentences and with difficulty:
1t is for the last tine, and think | should
have been better If had seen her oftener-dear,
dear Mary ? she continued, with infinite diff
Guilty she put one thin, transparent arm around
me, and drawing me gently toward her, kissed
me over and over again.
Ny mother must have been very bea utIful; l
have often heard since that she was; but felt
it, on that occasion, child as was. Her eyes,
indeed her whole face, beamed on me with such
divine affection, such an outgushing of the en-
tire soul in love, that, for years afterward, her
countenance, as then seen, was to me the type