Eastern times. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1846-1857, 1850-04-18

was within many miles, and the commu-
nicaton with home was at Iopg intervals
The last letter TO Mrs Bogart runs:
sYou grieve, dear mother, daily at nv
exposure be assured the life | lead has
widness suiIng well your mpulsive son.
| wish could describe TO you the mag
nifcence of the grand scenery around |
long TO have a sympathetic soul beside
me when | hear the roar of falling water
amid craggy rocks, where sunlight has
never crept aud no foot save that of the
stealhy Indian hath lrodden; there is a
glory in the immensely and mysteriousness
of the great work about the Wilderness
1t is now Autumn, and the interlacings
and arching of the bright vines are sor-
ceous as some vast and richly stained
temple, the marshes are brilliant with scar
let and heavy blossoms, and the full foun-
tains pour forth their song of bounty, and
believe me, the nursery prayer you taught
me in your arms is remembered among
the venerable mossy trees and breathed to
the great Creator who has laid His mighty
dome above His mighty works. How small
by comparison seems The great TASK in
which am engaged TO the smallest of
our caverned rocks, drapered as they are
with wreathed vines, and sentineled by
huge forest trees. learn from your last
that the attack father has sustained has
left him feeble in health, but until the wish
you express is confirmed by him that | re-
turn, suffer me TO continue my woodland
life; take back the words undutiful and un-
filial, for when you reflect upon the condI-
tions under which left home, you will ap-
prove my course. You say | may look for
a visit, if health permits, from him in the
Spring fear our hard fare and cold beds
will give sorry welcome. My health is
robust and my appetite renders even raw
pork, seasoned with coarse bread and an
onion, sweet meal. Tell Cousin Cary
she would not know her little beaux in the
hardy, sun-burnt, and weather bealen man,
Winter wore away-and when Spring
returned, Peter Bogart seemed uneasy; a
sort of anxiety drew him to seek ont his
son, but as preparations were in forward
ness his health, which had for some months
been feeble yielded 10 the strong grasp of
Death and he was gathered to his grave,
a lamp untitled with the oil of righteous
ness.
Once more n summons for home, and as
a rightful omen the salulalions of welcome
were received. Even Cousin Cary, although
childhood had passed with both into ma
turiIy, neither tmldly nor with false deli
cacy forbore 10 throw her arms about her
early playmate and receive his affectionate
kiss on her soft cheek, although the next
moment felt the crimson blood mount 10 her
temples as she knew herself contemplated
with admiration BY two luslrious eyes as
they beamed from beneath noble brow
And Jenny, too went humnng her snatch
of song:
"And meeter far the matrons ring
Than snood of maiden GOV -
for she had no mind her propeses should
be held lightly, and constantly had she held
up to Miss Cary the picture OF her boy Tor
she would say, they will be sparks of
light 10 my dear lady like two bright stars
when the sunbeams darken.'
Ii is hard 10 describe Joy it fills the
soul SO quietly, so lovingly, like the smooth
sea OF summer rejecting the clear heavens
and soft scenery-and all about Russelton
was one halo of light and joy, Mrs. Bo-
gart one sentiment of gratitude and love,
and the two young beings by her side, a
united stream of beauty ripping in sweet
music at her feet!
'Oh, Granny exclaimed one Of Rhodo's
children, as, all breathless, he put in his
haxen head at the kitchen door come
quick-quick. Master Russell is dead, and
has fallen across the great machine with
iron wheels come quick-he is dead, he
is dead
And there lay the senseless form appar-
emily dead, of the young man as he had
fallen from the hay-mow; the news soon
reached the house, for the hustle OF an ac
cident can not long be concealed from the
inmates Of it, and almost frantic the cries
as the form of him they loved was brought
before the females in the sitting room,
amid don't take on, my madam, he is not
dead, Miss Cary, he will live and many
words of sincere anxiety from the prompt
ings Of gentle and kind feeling. In a
short time the next physician and The next
were standing beside the bed, not of the
sufferer, for there was no suffering in The
perfectly motionless and insensible patient
before them. The mother became mute
with despair, attempted no control of feel
ing-she was stone: no tear mostened her
eye, no expression gave vent TO her sor>
row; it was the last link broken, the last
bitter dregs in her cup Life was nothing
bur the beating of The pulses, the weary
ebbing of the rivers of existence /; and Cary,
with the hope of youth, was the minister
ing angel of love; she pressed her lips TO
her aunl's cold forehead, chafed the temples
and pulses of the still patient, and linger-
ed upon the words of the medical attend
ants, tha! life might be saved.
For three days was she lowering between
mother and SOC the bright sunny mornings
and the long dark hours Of the night alike
found her watching and patient. AT length
the signs favorable appeared for a return of
health 'but,' and gravely spoke The old doc
tor, as eagerly her eye lightened, my child,
hope for nothing more The brain, we fear.
is injured, and the intellect may not return
But when did woman quail if the dear OBJ
ject OF its worship in living form could sill
beside her? She would once more feel The
warm pressure of his hand, aud hear his
foots teps; he would-he must love her
Thus diligently, faithfully was performed
each tender office.
Ever did sne contend with Jenny in pre-
pairing the light broth Of buuermiik, the whey
of which had been ordered at slight inter
walls 10 be administered for two weeks; no
other nourishment was allowed; and hour
bv hour did the untiring hand of Cary place
the spoon 20 the unwilling lips with this
buttermilk pap. as old Jenny called it; no
word as yet had been uttered, but the tight
ly closed teeth, as she mildly forced them
aparr, seemed 10 show a determined resis-
tance 10 The continued nuriment.
How dreary and death-lke the tedious mo-
notony of the night TO the constant and ner-
yous nurse; each sound strikes an alarm
on the senses the shadows on the wall as
sumo fantastic shapes; the bark of the house
dog seems TO awaken all the echoes of fear,
and the slightest movement of the sick man
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