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

with folded hands straining every nerve to
catch the last sound OF the carriage wheels
and then turning in bitterness sought a
quiet to hide those feelings too sacred Tor the
eyes oi her servants but IN passing to her
own room she must also pass the small bed
chamber OF Russell the door stood open and
there lay the evidences of his last employ
ment torn paper; bits of twine his last
suit OF clothes cast aside the toilet moth
ing cleared since he used IL; the hand towel
flung carelessly down, and the hair brush
moist and LETT by his hand us he last smooth.
cd the glossy, thick curls her own hands
had so often arranged, and there TOO stood
! The small row of shelves, with many of the
books they had read together. Oh. how
these small items strike, by their home feel-
ing, the tender heart of the bereft and bring
before the recollection a thousand thoughts
of The past. With closed eyes long sat Mrs.
Bogart, as the hours Of infancy the days of
childhood, and the stronger aspirations of
! her sons rIpeuing years passed in review
| before her, and then came vision Of The
future; his bark was among the edGies, and
the patient hand which had sat at the helm,
| guiding 1t by pleasant banks, must now view
at distance It's wild tossing among the rude
waves, with no pole star but ambition ; no
safety but hope she sunk upon her knees
and the tears sushed hot and fast as the ST.
( lent prayer for resignation was offered and
thus she remained until she felt the pressure
of kind hand upon her shoulder, aud Jen-
ny, the faithful domestic for many years in
the family, spoke in the familiar authority
which tried affection gives TO those whose
trust hath been proved and not found want
ing and old Jenny Graf had been rrustiu
and kind for many years, and now she
sought by gentleness TO soothe the distress
before her.
And why, my madam, should We take on.
| for the boy we iove-isu't he 10 the keeping
OF Gods house, and shall ye set yourself up
| to help him cover the lambs of his tauld II
isn't for the likes of us to peer into the un-
seen thing and fashion the right in our own
selfish pictures. Russell is beyond our ken,
but the great eve will look down upon his
wakin' and sleepin,' aud guide our boy
among the slippery brakes. Yes she pro-
ceeded with the garruity of age-'yes, my
lady, ye may trust in him while III go over
10 ye again my ain wee bit OF trial. when my
Rhodo. my ain boy, left me with his father
amang the great hills of auld home, the blue
misty, cauid mountains of Scotland, and was
rocked on the mad sea, and how my eyes
! they were young-then strained and started
with watching and waillng for my lost baby
and how the cauld wind struck death
chill 10 me heart | thought | wanted TO
die there 'mongst The heather, when voice
came up to me from the valley, and Jenny
Gral, II SAID, whist We not the mantel that
is over We, and see We not the arm that is
| about We, and is the great power weak
that Jenny must help it And then, my
lady. nv knees grew weak before the voice,
nd | r.,r. Ii IL I d., H.. -,
asked a sacrifice; like the BARN Isaac he
came TO ME agaIn-and now amt lie the
comfort ard the blessing of his aud miIher /?
And The bees that do swarm about his hive,
the pretty cot do bring honey to me with
rhier sweet ways, and yc know, my lady,
how blIthely the brae lass and brave lad trill
the bonnie sang at the wark. and how Rho
do, the happy father, stands amang his little
ones like the tall mountains home, and they
be the daisy at his feet, and The nice wool
things that Jenny lass brings me, and the
blinks and smiles of the babies for their auld
granny. Oh, they are the blessings of that
voice which spake 10 me, moaning in those
sad times when Rhode left me 'mang the
hills-weeping like you, madam. And so
Will Russel come again, aud the house will
sing, every corner of u-and the wears that
he passed will be like the night season, when
we dreamed, and the face OF your boy will
fall upon you like the glad sunshine. So
dry your tears and look above, and not take
on for the damps of the valley.
And the comforting words had struck the
spring of faith and trust, and Mrs. Bogart
suffered herself To be guided by the tide of
daily employment, and found a solace in ac-
tive industry. Ii is blessed thing that is
sent into this work-day world, that very
homespun and homely reed employment.
There is more strength and comfort in il
than philosophers have given. 1t stimulates
US IN adversely, soothes in sorrow. and elps
religion. Helps religion? How Is it not
the cornerstone must we not individually
toll 10 save our souls: must we not labor TO
suppress our daily vexations, our daily ami
mosllles, our household annoyances and do
mestc grievances must we not strive to
forgive those who cruelty persecule us, and
take up the cross in toll of spirit as we bend
under 1t 10 the manifestation of Gods will !!
As we muImur let it be done and new
| splrit OF resignation was found to spring up
us the domestic duties Of replacing the scat
tered articles which had been left, were per-
formed
The term Of absence was nearly complet-
ed. Russel's letters home were of the most
cheering nature ; they spake filial duty
and manly development of character, which
nearly convinced his mother that the col.tact
SO much dreaded of the world had proved
benefit. He STOOD high in the estimation OF
his superiors and companions. AT one time
he says
'And now will soon be with you. trans
| formed from an Industrious student into an
industrious farmer. | have employed every
opportunity to inform myself upon those
chemical studies that may aid me in the oc-
cupatlon OF farming. l am not ambitious,
and my hope is once more 10 sit beside you,
and hear your approval of my daily life, TO
feel the soft pressure of your gentle hand,
and hear your blessed good night | some
times think one litlle hour will ever make
me be the boy; it is when night comes over
our beautiful river. and the moon looks down
from heaven so mildly like the searching eye
oil genileness, and seems 10 ask if the heart
has retained the purity of childhood. 1t is
then, mother, that | am child again, and
lay my head IN your lap, and sometimes =
shall say 1t feel the tears drop on my pill
low as fall asleep TO dream of you. | do
not fear your censures upon my weakness
and father, | know, won't trouble his head
to look at my scribbling to puff out spoon
vlctuals !; and Cousin Cary is at shcool, and
cannot banter me upon sentiment and |
will just keep on little longer, knowing all
lsay is safer and in stronger chest than
The great iron ones of the hall-the secure
and safe secresy of your heart, mother
Again he writes
:, NOW tell me little about my boat, and
me u Eh'ldren OF the farm house, and old Jen-
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