Fremont weekly freeman. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1850-1853, 1852-01-24

the chamber door atnight.
Your home, when it is entered, is ust what
il should be;-quiet, small-with everything
she wishes, and nothing more than she wishes.
The sun strikes it in the happiest possible
way the piano is che sweetest toned in the
world; the library is stocked to charm -
and Madge, that blessed wife, is there
adorniDg and giving life to it all To think,
even of her possible DEATH is suffering you
class with the internal tortures of the inquisi
ton. You grow twain of heart, and of pur-
pose. Smiles seem made for marriage; and
you wonder how you ever wore them before !!
So year and more wears of, of mingled
homelife, visiting, and travel A new hope
and Joy lightens home:-there is child
there.
What Joy to be father! What
new emotions crowd the eye with tears, and
make the hand tremblel What beneVolence
radiates from you toward the Burse,-toward
the physician-tOward everybody! What a
holiness and sanctity of love grows upon your
old devotion to that wife of your bosom the
mother of your child
The excess of Joy seems almost to blur the
stories of happiness which attach 10 heaven.
Your name and blood will live after you; nor
it will live honorably and well.
With what a new air you walk the streets
With what triumph, you speak in your let
ter to Nelly,-of your famiy!' Who. that
has not felt it, knows what it s-to be a man
of familyp @
How weak now, seem all the imaginations
of your single life; what bare, dry skeletons of
of the reality, they furnished You pity the
ELL III
from your soul; you count their smiles as
empty smiles, put on to cover the lack that is
in them. There is a frce-masonry among
fathers. that they know nothing Of You COM
passionate them deeply; you think them wor-
thy objects of some charitable association you
would cheerfully buy tracts for them, if they
would but read them, tracts on marriage and
children.
And then the boy'-such boy!-
There was a time, when you thought all
babies very much alike:-alke? Is your boy
| like anything, except the wonderful fellow that
he is? Was there ever a baby seen or even
read of, like that baby?
- Look at him pick him up in his long
white gown he may have an excess of color,
but such pretty color! he is little pouty
about the mouth-but such mouth! His
hair is little scant, and he is rather wander
ing in the eye;-but, Good Heavens,-what
an eye! r r-at
! There was time when you thought it very
absurd for fathers to talk about their children
but it Goes not seem at all absurd now. You
think, on the contrary. that your old friends,
who used to sup with you at the club, would
be delighted to know how your baby is get
ting on, and how much he measures round
the calf of his leg! If they pay you visit,
you are quite sure they are in agony to see
Frank and you hold the little squirming fel-
low in your arms, half conscious smitten, for
provoking them to such envy, as they must
be suffering You make a settlement upon
the boy with a chuckle,-as if you are treat
ing yourself to mint julep,-instead of con-
veying away few thousands of seven per
cents. s5
Then the boy developes, astonishingly.
| What head-what foot, what a voice -
And he is so quiet withal al;-never known to
cry, except under such provoeation as would
draw tears from heart of adamant in short,
for the first six mouths he is never anything,
but gentle, patient earnest, loving, intellectu-
al, and magnanimous You are half afraid
that some Of the physicians will be reporting
;he case as one of the most remarkable in
stances of perfect moral and physical develop
ment on record.
But the years roll on. in which your extrava-
giant fancies, die into the earnest maturity Of
fathers love. You struggle gaily with the
cares that life brings to your door. You feel
the srength of three beings in your single arm
and feel your heart warming toward God and
man, with the added warmth of two other low
ing. and trustful beings
How eagerly you watch the first tottering
step of that boy how you riot in the Joy and
pride, that swell in that mothers eyes, as they
follow his feeble, staggering motions! Can
God bless his creatures, more than he has
blessed that dear Madge, and you? Has
Heaven even richer joys, than live in that
home of yours?
By and By, he speaks and minds tie togeth-
er by language, as the hearts have long tied
by looks. He wanders with you, fsebIy, and
with slow, wandering PAGES, upon the verge
of the great universe of thought. His little
eye sparkles with some vague fancy that
comes upon him first, by language. Madge
teaches him the words of affection, and Of
thankfulness; and she teaches him to lisp in
FAINT prayer; and by secret pains, (how could
she be so secret p instruets him in some little
phrase of endearment, that she knows will
touch your heart: and then, she watches your
coming and the little fellow runs toward you
and warbles out his lesson of love, in tones
that forbid you any answer-saye only those
brimming eyes,-turned FIST on her and then
on him and poorly concealed, by the quick
embrace, and the kisses you shower in trans
port E-.-
Still slip on the years, like brimming bowls
of nectar Another Madge is sister to Frank
and little Nelly, is younger sister to this
other Madge.
Three of them!-a charmed, and mys-
tic number which if it be broken in these
young days;-as, alas it may be!-Will only
yielda cherub angel, 20 float over you, and to
float over them-wean you, and to wean them
from this world. where all joys do perish, to
that seraph world, where joys do last forever!
FIVE SABBATHs IN FEBRUARY-The year