Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1852-12-16
M s G. E l. l. A N EOUS.
A BROKEN HOME.
BY IKE. MARVEL.

BY IKE. MARVEL.
1t is Nelly's own fair hand, yet sadly,
blo,,ed-blo,ted with her tears, and with
yours.
SIT is all over, dear, dear, Clarence Oh,
how wish you were here to mourn with
us? can hardly now believe that our poor
mother is indeed dead"
s'For week, she had been failing every
day but on Saturday we thought her much
better. told her felt sure she would live
to see You again.--------- --------
a shall never see him again, Nelly" said
she bursting into tears.
Ali, Clarence, where is your youthful
pride and strength now with that frail paper
to annoy you, crushed in your grasp.
"She sent for father, and taking his hand
in hers she told him she was dying.
am glad you did not see his grief, was
kneeing beside her, and she put her hanG
upon my head and lie. it res. there a mo-
men, while her lips moved as if she were
praying.
"Kiss me, Nelly" said she, growing faint
er-"kss me again for Clarence"
"a lItlle while after she died"
For long time you remained with only
that letter and your thoughts for company.
You pace up and down your chamber; again
you seat yourself, and lean your head upon
the table, en(eebled by the very grief which
you cherish still. The whole day passes
thus; you have not the heart TO tell the story
of your troubles.
Ten days after you are walking towards
il never called up before. Ia the days OF
~boyhood there triumphant thoughts of glad
ness and pride with which when grown to
the stature of manhood, you would come
back to that little town Of your birth.
Asyou have bent with dreamy resolutions
over the tasks Of the clois,er life, sweet
thoughts have flocked on you of The proud
step, and prouder heart, with which you
would one day greet the old acquaintances
Of boyhood you have RECALLED yourself on
the jsunty manner with which you would
NEE. the old DR.. Bidlow, and the pa,roniz.
ing air with which you would address the
pretty, blue eyed Madge.
1t is late in the afternoon when you come
in sight of the tall sycamores that shade
your home, you shudder now lest you may
meet any you once knew. The first keen
grief of youth seeks little Of the sympathy
Ol companions il lies, Win sensitive man,
bounded within the narrowest circles of the
heart. They only who hold the key to its in
nermost recess can speak consolation. Y ears
will make change-as the summer grows
fierce heats, the balmness of the viole
banks of spring is lost in the odors of q
thousand fowers-lhe heart as it gains r
age, looses freshness and wins breadth.
Throw a pebble into the brook at it,
source and the agitation is terrible and th'
nipples chafe madly their narrow banks
throw in pebble when the brook has be
come a river and you zee few circle
widening, and widening, until they ar
lost in the gentle, every day murmur Of i.
life.
You draw your hat over your eyes, a
you walk towards that familiar door; tn
yard is silent; the nigh. falling gloomy
ks,kydids are crying in the trees. The mo
theirs window, where at such a season as this
j. was her custom 10 sit watching your play
is shu, and the blinds, closed over it. Tb
honey ysuckle which grew over the window
and she loved SO much, has flung it's branch