Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1851-02-17

fallied life is 10 death; bow Brief the passage
from the one to the othsr-a single. respi
ration and no more. But when the las
fsigh was breathed she awoke to o full sense
of her loneliness. He was all to her or
earth and now nothing renamed to the fu
fture but the recollection of departed joys
/ When the paroxysm had subsidized, she
arose-grief and resignation struggling fol
mastefy--she elasped her hands, and turn.
ing her fearful eyes toward heaven, meek
ly articulated--'Not as will, but as thou
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Years passed away, for time pursues the
same enoourse whether this world smiles
or weeps. Her spirit did not shrink from
the severity other trials, for there were
duties to be performed, hopes uncrushed-
and the human heart. like the dove of peace
when fitting over deluged world, bears
up, trusting still to find the solitary resting.
place amidst universal desolalion. 5sss
Her husband had left sufficient for the
support Of herself and child. The widow
devoted her days to the instruction eflittle
Mary, and she was rewarded. by seeing
her as she approached womanhood supass
n fond mothers anticipations. She was a
delicate flower, nurtured in On atmosphere
where no breeze passed over her rudely,
butwhere all around was fragrance and
sunshine Such plants soon pine away
and die when removed from their native
soil. z5..at a.ii go &
Mary knew nothing Of the world beyond
her mothers threshold. Her young i'm.
agination peopled it with such beings as
her own kind mother In her mind all
their peaceful lhomes-the universe all love
and harmony flowers, the streams, the
hills unfaiiing fountains of de!ight-all joy.
Gus, and she the most gla dsome being in
joyful world. Morn but awoke her to
twitter her light.hearted song like sum.
rner bird, and at night she hymned His
praise in the same innocent strain of re.
joicing, while her glad mothers heart over
flowed with gratitude for the blessing con.
ferred. They indeed were happy
Happy!lfyou have entrusted your hap.
piness in the hands OF your fellow creature,
await the rising OF the ttorrow's sum-
Call no man happy until death. He alone
is happy who cares not how soon the sun
may get forever-and he himself arise be.
yond- the influence efthe sun. That man
may dream that he is happy Dream Oh
thou glorious dreamer! .ieI gFe8HsE
There lived in the village young man:
named Mark Moreland. He was hand.
some, and Possessed taste for books and
music. and abounding in animal spirits, he
was usually the victor.tin all5athe village
sports. . As he worelhe laurels proudly,
the young men envied him, but the aged
shook their heads, and prophesied that
Mark would come.to no good, for he was
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,Mary's beauty did no. escape his notice,
and her molher's little possessions rendered
her more attractive. 1t was his custom
when returning from shooting or fishing, to
stop ut the widow cottage, and to presen.
her with athe choicest of his spoils. He
" ould read to- them of evening, and the
notes of his flute 1harmonizing with the
clear Joyous voice Of little Mary, often ar
rested the step ofthe passing villager. To
the inexperienced girl he appeared to be
all he assumed; not SO in the eyes of her
mother. i
Mary loved him with that depth ofdeyo.
ton the human henrt can eelEbut ONCE
Imagination had clolhed the object of her
with all the attributes Of perfec.
ton. Young love.b bends 10 an idol of its
own creation. and zealoHsly threads the u
inverse in pursuit Of the richest offerings to
increases its ideal beauty; but when. the
charm is broken, and the clouds of incense
the object is frequently found to
be as repulsive as the ass's head around
which Titania en,wiEed her fairy gar.
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The widow discovered with grief the
bias of herzchild's affections, and used all
persuusions to estrange her feelings. She
referredto their peaceful and, happy con.
ditien, and deprecated a change. 4He is
ldle,' said she, 'andssuch seldom obtain the
respect of their fellow men. Our lives have
been simple and harmless, his the reverse.
He is NOT of us--a scoffer at those things
we hold most sacred, and remember the in
CRATE to his God is never trusted by his fell
low man. not even sby5h his fellow scoffer.'i
The scoffer will be mewhat astonished,
if after oil, the things he scoffed at should
turn out to be the eternal truth, and the
wisdom of ages has been exceedingly fa-
'vorable on..that side of the question; Sceff
on thou fool! You first assume TO yourself
the attributes of Omniscience, and then i'm
'pudently deny that Ominiseisnce can exist
elsewhere than in your own brain. Thou
know all. worrni III Is possible, BY chance,