Fremont weekly freeman. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1850-1853, 1850-10-12

ty-we love and adore the hand that establish
ed muta5ilty Who would love the flowers i
they forever played in smiles about the face
of nature! None See, "on yonder darkest
cloud, born, like hallowed hopes, of the glory
of another world, and the trouble and tears o.
this, brightens forth the rainbow" But why
do the children clasp their hands in ecstacy
and run beaming with delight to peer through
the window: and why do all exclaim and point
! up? 1t is because that bright and beautiful
Bow will ere long be gone! Suppose the skies
were streaked with rainbow hues: think you
men would not pine for the blue air again p
Thank God! there's no such thing as same
ness on the earth; and he who talks of mo-
notonous life but shows short-sightedness.
don't know that was thinking of these
things when what / am about to relate occur
red, or anything germane to them. They
would however been appropos then, may be,
think, now-if it be allowed a clock to moral
ize, and truly to my mind there's nothing in
the wide world with better right, us I've be-
fore intimated.
One day almost held my breath and stop
ped, at seeing lovely Fanny slip in the room
hastily and bury her face in her hands. She
was trembling, and oh, so pale! and every
now and then wrung her hands in silent ago
ny, and wept Soon she left me alone with
my astonishmenG You may Judge that this
latter was not little increased by subse-
quent event, one of the most momentous of
my personal history. l was to be moved!-
Two men came in and bore me from my won't
ed corner, to another room in the house.
Alas when arrived there / knew the cause
of all the commotion; of Fanny's being NOV
ed to such grief, and my being also moved
There on the death bed lay the mother, sweet
and beautiful in her sinking paleness yet, tho
now full gone in age.
There she murmured sweetly, whilst a
smile lighted up her wan face, I'm very glad
its here. That old clock is my dearest friend,
| would have been ever thinking of it. Let it
set there till die
she spake thus; feeling of pain at what | saw,
of exquisite joy that could yield that loved
one pleasure.
But won't its striking disturb you, mother p
said Fan mildly.
No, no: there's sort of music for me in it,
love-it won't hurt
All was still save for my ticking. 1t was a
dear delight to have her melancholy face turn
ed towards mine, and reflect that it caused her
pleasure. The old man never left the room of
her he had loved so fervently and SO long
Fanny was the good genius there; she had
always been good in truth-but never SO good
and lovely as now; no, never. And SO it ev-
er was and will be, that if cherished, our good
Angels OIL life are brightest in the valley of the
Shadow of Death.
Finally she died. 1t had been a fair cloud
less day, and the setting sun had reflected its
rays upon my face with unusual splendor.-
the bright moon, Q don't like to call it silver
its too mercenary,) crept softly on the floor,
low down, as if unwilling to be seen as we'll as
unheared.
The night wore on: night it was so filled
with beauty and softness; so inspiring of tho'ts
of better land, that / had a presentment
that it was fitting time for that loved one to
die. was not shocked when death drew
nigh: when toward midnight she called all into
the room and told them of the radient Home
that she saw in the far off land. 1t twelve:
and ere the sound of my voice proclaiming it
had died from the room, her life on earth had
faded also.
The next morning as it shone in the room
discovered Fanny sobbing beside the bed of
Death.
But this was not all-no, no! The grave
of the lost one had not yet been yelled with
the sprinkling grass-when another misfor-
tune of the same kind occurred. 1t was again
death. Not however death of one who had
long lived to raise mp those God had given
her, and in blessing them feel blessed; not the
death of one looking back on the long list of
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upon the cheek of prime and early life, spread
ing pallor on the countenanee that seemed to
be glowing with the spring breezes of many
years to come.
Not very long after the death of her moth
er, Fanny sat conversng tenderly with herven-
cradle father. Itwas, remember well, on
lovely Sabbath evening.
oh, it was hard. very hard sighed the old
man. burying his face in his hands
Yes, my father, but could il not have been
worse'-The lovely girl could not have gone
further.
'Worse' cried the old man. No, Fan-no
worse on EARTH
A long and fearful silence succeeded,the old
man then said to his daughter:
1t is wrong, Fan, for me to brood over my
sorrow: 1 would be ungrateful. Read to me,
child; it will be very pleasant for me to hear
YOU
Fanny reached forward on the table and Sc
lected book, The place where she opened
was More's beautiful aIlegory of Prosperity
and Adversely. In the sweetest and most
birdlike voice ever heard she commenced
reading it The old man listened very atten-
lively.
She read ofthe arrogant wealth of Felix, to
whose lot had fallen the fair nymph of Pros
perity; of his pavilions and grand entertain
ments She read further on of his miserable
and wretched fight; and of the oblivion that
erept over his footsteps She went on, and
with angelic tone read of Uranio, the Heaven
y-for such the name signi6es-of sorrow and
of his fruitless efforts and wrestlngs
with the hard, unyielding world. And when
he seemed to pause from his own
spirit, and look to the ill-favored one beside
him, Adversely: she read with glowing eye,
and features lit up with an unearthly trans
port, the words of Adversely, thus listen
4 am sent,' said Adversely, 'by the gods to