The Literary echo, and Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1851-1854, 1852-01-15

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wrong' Do you recollect the strang
echo Of your own voice Did you see
the tear, the first tear of anguish, that
ever fell from the eye of her whom you
had vowed TO love and cherish : Hav'
you forgotten her mild reply, and tn"
stubbornness of your own finty heart, that
would not listen for a moment to her ex-
plantations Do you remember. when
time had in part worn away the first sad
impress ions, and the light of love was be
Cunning to beam once more, the tears
again Have you forgotten the days and
nights of unbappiness, caused by your
own anger and inattention Have you
seen the rose tint fade from her cheek
the elasticity depart from her step-a
death-like sadness settle upon her counte-
nance-and have you heard the prelude
to h death knell in the hacking cough,
and felt that you have saped the fountains
of all earthly happiness ss-have made you
home dcsolaton and that unless you
change, time will set to your execrated
name, the seal of q murderer
But who is this passing by with such an
important would-be. business like air, with
flushed cheek, apparently full of life and
visor, int mt perhaps upon reaping the
golden harvest of some fortunate spccula-
ton Has he home: Does he unbc nd
his sternness, soften his daylight energies,
and at nightful meet his family-her who
of all others has been true to him, and the
dear ones that G God has given him to train
UP for heaven, and point them to spheres
of future usefulness, to positions in life
in accordance with tn; true nobility OF
man, while the mothers heart thanks
heaven for husband. children, and home
Is his freside the place of the purcst en-
ioyment vouchsafed to mortals' Pass i'll
at the door of his house with him, as he
returns at midnight, perhaps from an eve
ming spent with kindred spirits at some
place of public resort. He may not be
intoxicated but she hardly dares to look
at him for fear Of the worst. He throws
aside his coat and Lurrics to his bed,
wealied with himself and all around him.
Tho mother kisses away the tear drops
that have fallen upon the cheek Of the
babe on her bosom, and feels glad that he
has come at last. Nature can endure
fatigue no longer, and aaicd out, without
one kind word, she falls asleep, and is
soon living the past over again in the
bright fantasies Of a dream She rccol-
lects we'll, when they first met, he man
in all natures noblcncss, and she confd-
ing, loving, girlish spirit, wishing for some
thing to twine aft .ction's tendrilS around.
She remembers the hour when he promised
to be all to her. The moon was shining
brightly, and spring flowers were opening
to the balmy May, The earth was full of
beauty and of all else she was the happiest.
Summer came and they were one. Bless
ed in each other, happy in each others
society, his home-thtir home-was a
paradise. Winter came, the bud of lore
was frostsd-ths thought was anguish, and
the mother walked, but to weep again
over mans inattention and neglect.
Rea Ter, do you belong to either class
described in this hasty sketch : Are you
doing all in your power, whatever may be
your situation, to make home the brightest
spot on earth ? Does your heart always
respond to the kind feelings the tender
thoughts of those whose life is a part OF
your own' Ifso, it is we'll The world
,wlll be pleasant around you-the skies OF
time, though sometimes overcast with