Sunbury American. [volume] (Sunbury, Pa.) 1848-1879, 1853-03-26
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THE LOST AND THE LIVING.
BY FANNY FERN.

"Tho husbands grief may he short and brief,
lie may and win another
But the daughter clings with unchangng grief,
| To the image of her mJher'
But heeting twelvemonth had passed
since the heart Uhat for years had beat
against his own) was for ever stiled,
! when Walter Lee brought again fair
young creature to share his widowed
home. No father nor mother, brother nor
sister, claimed any part of the orphan
heart that he coveted and won. No ex-
pense or pains had be spared 10 decorate
the mansion for her reception. Old ia
miiar objects, Taught with tenderest as
sociations, had been removed TO make way
for the upholsters choicest fancies. There
was no picture left upon the wall, with
sweet, sad mournful eyes, TO follow him
with silent reproach. Everything was
fresh and delightful as the newborn 10y
that filled his heart.
AMY dear Edith" said he, fondly push
| ing back the hair from her forehead
'there should be no shadow in your path
way, but | have tried in vain TO induce
Nelly TO give you the welcome YOU de-
serve however she shall not annoy you
shall compel her 10 stay in the nursery
till she yields to my wishes"
"Oh, no don't do that" said the young
step-molher anXiously 81 think under
stand her. Let me 60 10 her, dear Wal
ter" and she trip lightly out Of the room
and lett him to himself.
Walter Lee looked after her retreating
figure with a lover-like londness. The
room to him seemed to grow suddenly
darker, when the door closed after her,
Reaching out his hand, he almost uncon-
| sciously took up book that lay near him.
A slip of paper futtered out from between
the leaves, like white winged messen-
ger. The joyous expression OF his face
faded INTO one Of deep sorrow as he read
it. The handwriting was his child's mo-
theirs. 1t ran thus
"Oh TO die and be forgotten. This
warm heart co!d-these active limbs still
these lips dust Suns to rise and set,
flowers TO bloom, the moon to silver-leaf
the trees around my own dear home the
merry laugh, the pleasant circle, and
not here The weeds choking the ilow-
ers at my head-Stone, the severed tresSes Of
sunny hair forgotten in its envelope, the
sun Of happiness SO soon absorbing the
dew-drop Of sorrow! The cypress changed
for tie grunge loreaih Oh, no, don't
quite forget Close your eyes sometimes,
and bring before you the face that once
made sunshine in your home! Feel again
the twinng clasp of loving arms-the
lips that told you mot in words how dear
you were. Oh, Walter, don't quite for
get! From NeIie's clear eyes let her
mothers soul still speak to you.
MARY LEE"
Warm tears fell upon the paper as Wal
ter Lee folded it back. He gave himself
time to rally, and then glided gently up
TO the nursery door. 1t was partially open.
A little fairy creature, Of some five sum-
merS, stood in the middle of the floor
Her tiny face was half hidden in sunny
curls. Her little pinaforc was full of
toys, which she grasped tightly in either
hand.
"No, you are not mamma" said the
child. 81 want my own dead mamma,
and l am sorry papa brought you here"
"Oh, don't say that" said the young step
mother, "don't call me mamma, il it gives
you pain, dear. ain quite willing that
you should love your own mamma better
than you do me.''
Nelly looked up with pleasant sur
piie.
81 had dear mamma and papa once"
she continued "and brother and sisters,
and sometimes my heart is very sad /
, have no one now TO love me but your papa
and YOU"
Nelie'S eyes began to moisten and
>. taking out one after another Of the little
souvenirs and toys from her pinafore, she
said, Sand you wont take away this
and this-and thiS-that my dead mamma
gave TO me %
> No, indeed, dear Nellie'
! 'And you will let me climb in my pa
pas lap as used and put my cheek to
g his and kiss him and love him as much as
/ erer can, wont youp
'Yes, yes, my darling.'
Walter Lee could bear no more hi!
heart was full.
What Mary's child pleading with {
Y stranger for room in fathers heart Ir
d the sudden gush of this new fount of ten.
f.. derness had he forgotten or overlooked tht
e claims of that helpless little one? Goo
{, forbid From Nelle's clear eyes let he
# mothers soul speak to you. Ay and i
did
When next Walter Lee met his bride, i
'e was with chastened tenderness. Nellie
j. loving little heart was pressed close
er against his own. He was again 'her ow
2, papa No, he did not 'q,ite forget. =
n, Olive Branch.
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