Glasgow weekly times. (Glasgow, Mo.) 1848-1861, 1852-04-22
Life's Sunny Side.
by ETHEL GREY.

Anu tne motncr white lnger lrcmDled
a moment amid the blooming ringlets of her
sons bright hair as she stood beside him and
viewed the glowing canvass.
"See, my mother" said the boy painter,
"this is my dream that the angels brought
on the happy Christmas night the night
that Edith died. Icould never tell you of it
save in words like these; read it mother
dear
And in low, tremulous tones the mother
read from the cleaning picture:
81 behold thee, Hubert, mine only, alone,
meath the dim forest shades. Gnarled roots
and tangled vines, are at thy feet and the
shadows from the overhanging trees fall
black, black. Thou standest in thy loneli-
ness in shadow and gloom. But bright
star beams clearly. purely, from and through
the dark branches of the oaks and expresses,
its radiance booms upon thy lonely head.
That is thy mothers love, love.
And at thy feet there Howeth with sulen
tide, the waves Of a dark river. But the
wave, my Hubert a sunny bank in verdure
clad slopes 10 the river brim, and maiden
in angel robe, and glow round her brow,
stands pointing upward; her starry eyes
fixed on thee. And at her feet, the pale Ill.
les and the golden blossoms nestle, and the
soft myrtle twineth with them there. The
Maiden's face and the soft brow trcsscss are
like to Edith's, Hubert
The mother paused and gazcd upon the
thrilling picture, life-like indeed it was the
dark, drear forest side, the black waves and
the lone pale boy beneath the tranquil star
beam. And across the dark river, the sun
ny. flower bank, the blue and sill
very sky, and the radiant angel form with
the fond face of the lost Edith.
Family as she stroked back the golden
curls from the low, seraphic brow of her
child. the mother spoke again
"What calleth thou thy picture, darling
dreamer?"
With smile, expressive and beautiful as
an angels, he replied 'I.ife'S Sunny Side. =
Passing an arm around her fair boy neck,
the mother knet upon low, cushioned chair,
and leaning over the carved and twisted
back, contemplated anewthe theme.
"Life's Sunny Side" she murmured, ''the
dark river is the stream of Life: sunbeams
glance across it here and there, and the sha.
dowy bank on which thou standest Is its dark
, and sorrow side. The shady side ofhy life
boy, when is it-when was it,"
Now" he replied, "Liie's Shady is evel
, the Present"
And across the stream the Sunny Side, i
| emblems Past and Futurc-Childhood anc
Spirit Life"
e "And Edith, ever thy guardian angel
o 1t is well, my boys" and the mother turned
: away her head, and the tears hung like pear
: drops upon the golden lashes.
r But Hubert saw them not, he was gain!
/. on the lovely eyes of Edith, undimmed b,
$ tears, or her young head unbent by care 0
- sorrow.
1t Talk to me my boy; tell me of this Sun
: ny Side, of thy hearts musings; for oh, al
r, not thy mother? and she presses her so
h cheek to his brow, and the bright tresses
e, mother and son mingled in rich protusiol
lie the difference scarcely prcceptible, save OF
N ly the mo hers were richer, brighter,
their golden hue,
n And he talked Of his musings.
ID "Seest thou not, sweet mother, that chill,
lg hood is sunny tmc-a golden time?-
k, Knoweth thou not that the River of Life
,g dark and turbid, and with years come so
d. row, and gloom, and sin--life's shadows?-
IS, And knoweth thou not that Spirit Life on
ep is desirable, and the Father taketh aw
in childhood's friends to direct and lure o
e. souls thither, where they are gone to t
e. bright world, whose days of love and inr
I'd. cencc never, never pass away?
ng "And E lith, my child-love, now my sp
a it love has gone on to that happy country.
ch And thus, on the solemn Christmas mig
he came she to me in dreams and whispered:
Ie, i have passed to the spirit World, Fl
he bert; thou lngereth in life's shadow; | W
he come ever in dreams TO thee, will po
a thee onward, my loved one; forget not
1t innocence, the truth of thy chid-lfe; lo
ith forward and pray for the future, and kn'
lr- that the memory of child-life, and the he
of spiritual existence, is alone, Mfe's Sur
noe Side
pes My mother, l know it; will never f
I've get truth and innocence and love, III
- are they the brighten shadows"
and Years fled; the blue eye of the mot
las- dimmed, but not with age--oh, not with ;
Lifc's shadows dimned il, The flow