Martinsburg gazette. [volume] (Martinsburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1833-1855, 1852-01-06
marEasAL BEREAvEmmsr.
No one feels the death of a child q

MATERNAL BEREAvEsfEHr.
No one feels the death Of child as a
neither feels it The father cannot realize
it thus True, there is vacancy m hts hoEae
ard a heavincss IL bis heart There is
chain Of association that at set tines comes
round with It's broken lirk there are memo
rics Of cndearmcut, a keen sense OF loss, .
weeping over crushed hppes. and psin Of
wounded affection. But the nafasr feass
that one has been taken away who was still
closer to her heart. Hers has been the Office
Of constant minis.ration. Livery graduation
of feature developed before her eyes; abe
detected every now CLEAN cf infant iuteili-
gence ; she heard the first atterance Of every
stamncring word she was the refuge If its
fears. the supply Of its wants, and every task
Of affection we've new link, and made dear
20 her its object. And when her child dies
portion Of her own life as it were lies With
it. How can she give her darling up. with
all these loving memories, these fond associa-
tons? The timid hands that have SO often
taken hers in trust and love. how can she
fold them on its snless breast aud surrender
them to the cold clasp Of Death? The feet
whose wander;ngs she has watched SO mar
rowly. how can she see them Strengthened to
60 down into the dark valley? The head
that she has pressed to her lips and bosom,
that she has watched in peaceful slumber and
in burning sickness, q hair Of which she could
not sec harmed O, holp can she corsign it to
the dark chamber Of the gravel 1t WAS a
CLEAN Of sunshine and voice Of perpetual
gladness in Der home; she had learned from
il blessed lessons Of simplicity, sincerity, pu-
rity and faith; il had unsealed within her q
gushing, never ebbiag tide Of affection; when
Suddenly taken away. and the home is left
dark aud silent, and to the vain and heart
rendiug aspiration, Shall that dear child
never return again ?" there breaks is res.
ponsc through The cold gray silence, Never
more-O, aercrmore r. The heart is like a
forsaken mansion, and that word goes echo
ing through its desolatc chambers. And yet,
fond mother time brings such wondrous
casines'-thou wilt il after years look back,
with not unpleasing sadness, even upon
this scene Of grief;
''Tiou'lt say, "My first born blessing,
1t almost broke my heart
When thou vert forced to 20:
And yet for thee | know
Twas better to depart.
God took thee in Ills mercy,
| A lamb, nrtasked, uniried;
! lie fought the fght for thee;
lie won the victory,
And thou art sanctifed
look around, and see
The evil ways Of men
| And, 0 beloved child,
| I'm more than reconcilcd
| To thy departure then.
The little hands that clasp me,
The innocent lips thst pressed,
/ Would they hass been as pare
Till now, as when Of yore
] lullcd thee on my breast ~
And in this spirit, and with this faith, the
affections of that he-eaved mother viii s'rcach
out after her little one; follow it into the
unseen and spiritual word, which viii become
great and vivid reality to her. It's atmos-
pierre viii be around her; chords Of affection
will draw her towards it; the face Of her de-
parted one will look out from it; !" and slie
vii eyermore think Of her child as mot lost,
/ but gone before. - Repository.