Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1851-01-29

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mel Come, am merry. AMI shall make 'hsm laust
out to night, ha ha =" and his pale face was Ii
up with wild demoniacal expression. Soon he spoke
again:
"W here's Mary not come yeti Strange--i. is time
long past time and she knew well she should be here
early. Why gaze "a, mel she is not--no, no, nothing
has happened--tr is she safe, is my dear child Satr
Oh God remember. Mary is dead--lead Ha ha
hal" And with loud shreks, he dashed his hand TO his
forehead.
Tie Sal dovn again upon his low iron STOOL d iected
ly and spoke not; then looking again. he gAz-d round
and upon the keeper and myself who stood by the door
beyond his reach.
"Come nearer to me-" said he, beckoung 'come
near no, you no. YOU lear you" and he shudder-
ed as the keeper stepped towards hn-l fear you for
your eyes strike my heart; that, and the
form Of my child before me ever, dread Come, and
will tell you of my child-my little Mary, my own
pei child I'll tell you how she died"
Not daring trust myself within his reach, stepped
as near to him as possible that he could not reach
me; he bent forward, placed his hand upon his head,
and, with sudden and wildly giarng eyes, he
began;
"Once know not when, but could count by days,
knew the night, could tell the bright and the clear
moon aud stars but now all are the m--days
know none and light lingrrs around me ever WELL long,
long ago. ere came to this dark gloomy place, was
out among men drank, ale, cried, laughed, like men,
ave. aud that merrly, for WIS jester in 'he 'ng
made the csowd, the hearess rabbe, laugh aud shout,
and raised merry nose matter If my heart was sick
or gay but was glad sometimes the long tiers,
the closely packed box and the sIas each WITH
smes to hear the loud laugh and the merry words, and
know that was the of it ALTO hear the loud
burahs 10 ser them wave their hats aud bandktrchies,
when with shrl who"p Jumped into the ring. That
would cheer me sonemts when NY heart beIed the
laugh upon my face. the jest TO which my tongue gave
u,tesance
ell, so years until my wife, my own below
ed Mary died she whom loved SO iondly and truly
laid sleep the cold, damp earth; could have
thought that l. the jester, the clown, the who then
laughed could weep! But, oh how many hours have
passed beside that lonely grave! my Mary! she loved
me as few loves she had trod on The same rough
road walk beside in my troubles and sorrows sh"'-
ing what enjoyed, or suffering without murmur and
when knew she dead it seeued as If my time on
earth over, and the grave dug for her should
take u in also. But she had LETT me one whom must
watch with anxousness and love- if possible. more than
hereto re-ny lile daughler the image of her mother,
my own title pet. Mary.
ii struggled with the deep, the bitter of pover-
ty. Could have gained livelihood by TOLL incesSant
hardship and endurance elsewhere, gladly would have
rushed tn it, and blessed heaven for lis kindness But
no; poor hrokendown, miserable, wretched man--no
prof sSion no business save the one followed. was
still forced drag on the arena, where my wants allow
ed but very Short scanty respite upon my wiies DEATH
ar ,rho thr rhp AhOuli
be sad no. no. nposs'be for the -ing.esteg 10 weep,
was thing u0heard of and would raise louder laugh
than any of my lveIiest sales. And So with hear:
overburdened sick and faint forced TO laugh and
make merry
"Oh what pleasure and joy 10 ne was little Mary
how her sweet ar,less smies lit up the gloom within my
hreasthow her merry laugh made nv feel young and
happy for the time, and with THAT ondupss strange ay.
mad DEVOTION dd1 hang upon every word every look of
hers! She grew and was beautiful indeed.
elbow many hours when the toll of my profession was
for the night, did sit b. side her little cot, and gaze
upon her as she lay sleeping before me- often, very Of
Ten, with smile playing upon her lovely face, ieng
that her dreams were sweet and pleasant, and making
even smile myself as looked upon her, and wish tha.
was young and innocent, pure as she.
"And then what horrid, horrid thoughts came crowd.
ing an upon my feverish brain. All! how Id struggle
and fight With them, aud would eep and moan aloud
"For oh! thought; yes. the thong ht would come,
what If death should rob Of herher my Mary-all,
all Lived on the wide earth--she in whom con-
centra,ed all MY aft cliois the only inducing me
still drag my weary life what if the cold strong,
sure arm of DEATH should snte her down in all her pu.
rity and ovelinesS True she woul die sometime, as
did her mother |, as must all q: u.s. but should
that moneu be while rem lined on earth! Oh, how |
prayed to God arrest deaths till was in the skies
IeS, will you believe il, the clown-mark Inc, the ciDwl
prayed The who, in fancul attire leaped and
rode, joking and making merry in The ring-he. the
who wepl beside the grave of his dear wife, prayed
beside the cot OF his chd--he prayed for ber.
"And then, again, another and dreadful vision
which the thoughof death was nothing
should she, growing beautiful and fascinating eve
ry hour, still continue the object Of my entire though
and fall to sin! Oh God the thought was sickeung
then how bent me down and prayed-,hen how trem
> bed Tor the fate of my dear child!
"Londons no place Tor young, motherlsss and beau
tituI gr--for temptation aud every aurenenl of sill
/" and vice existed there. And should she fall Would
that ere that momen. could her Corpse before mt
"el as ia SIT and gaze, and muse on all his ant
my thicK coming fancy passed b. fore me, sometimes sh
would wake at first she surprised to find me there
In tears and sought to know the cause and she woul,
= say-oear father, do go to rest for you look pale yes
~ 90 o'la'her' tor your little Mary asks YOU; the,
la KISS an" ''" her good night wishing her peasan
IS dreams, and leave her I'll thought she was asleep
% gan and thea softly creeping back 10 watch t morn
u ing.
II "Each day. each moment, found me growing weaker
1t and wra>pr And, she grew more and more fair AM
u beautiful the and more failed in strength and ey
u ery,hiug- but love hrr--no abaiemen
II could there be in while the ie-biood coursed in vi
III veins.
"Some'imes took her to her mothers grave where sh
e was sure always to bring simple flower, and