Thibodaux minerva. [volume] (Thibodaux, La.) 18??-1858, 1853-12-03
An Episode in the Life Of California
Miner.

| An Episode in the Life of California
Miner.
! The following episode in the life of o Califor
MIA miner, has been furnished us, says the Gin
cinnati Times by one of our correspondents
now in the mines:
A young man in one of the cities of an Allan
tic State, in moderate circumstances, courted
the daughter Of u wealthy merchant, but was
refused her hand in marriage. They eloped
and were discarded. They had been married
but few months, when business called the
young man to the principal city of neighbor.
ing State Shortly after his arrival, he receiv.
ed a package from his wife, containing his own
miniature her wedding ring, and other souve-
Mrs he had given her, together with letter in.
forming him that he need not return hoping to
find her, as she had abandoned him and gone
home to her father. The day after found the
young man on board steamer, bound for Cali
fornia. Here he met with unusual success, but
sickness overlook him, and while on the hard
bed of aftiiction, (hard, indeed, it is in this
country, the kindness Of a young lady-the
daughter Of the proprietor of one of the nu-
merous ranches located in the mining districts
who attended him assiduously during his ILL
ness, so won upon his heart that he wooed and
won her. intending to make her his wife so soon
as the legal disability would permit. He sent
her home to his father, designing to follow her
at the expiration of the time allotted by law for
the granting of divorce, which had nearly ex-
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Francisco, which bore her from him, he chanc-
ed to glance at an old list of advertised letters,
and saw one for himself, which had been in the
off mnnfhs voooiy;po II hat q
his surprise to find that it was from his long lost
wife. Enclosed was miniature of herself and
child-a child that he had never seen! She in
formed him that the letter accompanying his
miniature, &C., which she had sent him, was
forced from her through fear of violence by her
father and brother, and that she was carried
away and kept in close confinement in her IA
ther's house-that she finally escaped and hast
ened to her husbands residence. It was de-
serted She applied to her husbands rela-
tions they would give her no information of his
whereabouts for they would not believe but
that she left him with her own free will. She
exhausted every means in her power to find him
but could obtain no tidings. In despair she
returned home, and gave up the search as fruit
less. By chance she met with his name in a
California paper, and had sent the package to
San Francisco, as she did not know where else
W Seuu lt,-stuu tItfc 1t WOulu udVS feulalllcu
had not the merest accident revealed its owner.
Oh, what priceless gem is pure and faithful
heart! The wife, on wings of love is Fastening
to meet her husband, and the husbands affan-
ced bride, with a sorrowful heart, is returning
to her father. What happiness! What misery !.
Heavenly Father, pour thy balm of consolation
on that wounded heart
The above is a veritable story. l know the
man well. w. NJ.
A SKETCH FROM LIFE, OR THE AGE OF
PRoGREss.-Look into yonder window; what
do you see? nothing new, surely-nolhing
but what the angels have looked smilingly
down upon since the morning stars first
sang together. Nothing but loving mother
hushing upon her faithful breast wailing
babe, whose little life hangs by slender
thread mortal lips have said, "the Boy
must die?"
A mothers hope never dies-she clasps
him closer to her breast. and gaZes upwards; !;
food, and sleep, and rest are forgotten, so
that little Pickering taper die not out Gent
ly, upon her soft, warm breast she woos for
it baby slumbers; long, weary nights, up
and down the cottage floor, she PAGES, sooth-
ing the restless moaning. Suns rise and
set; stars pale; seasons come and 60; she
heeds them not, so that those languid eyes
but beam brightness. Down the meadow,
by the brook, on the hillside, she seeks
with him the health-restoring breeze.
God be praised, health comes at last!
What joy to see the rosy flush mantle on the
pallid cheek; what Joy to see the shrunken
limbs grow round with health; what JOY to
see the damp thin locks grow crisp and
glossy? What NATTER though the knitting
lie neglected, or the spinning-wheel be
dumb, so that the soaring kite or bouncing
ball but please his boyish fancy and prompt
the gleeful shout! What matter that the
coarser fare be hers, so that the daintier
morsel pass his rosy lips? What matter
that her robe be threadbare, so that his
graceful limbs be clad in Joseph's rainbow
coat! What mater that her couch be hard,
SO that his sunny head rest nightly on a
downy pillow? What matter that her
slender purse be empty, so that his childish
heart may never know denials
Years roll on-that loving mothers eye
grows dim; her glossy locks are siIvered;
her limbs are sharp and shrunken; her foot
steps slow and totering. And the boy! the
cherished Joseph he of the bold, bright eye
and sinewy limb, and bounding step-surely,
from his kind hand shall flowers be s,rewn
on the dim, downward path to the dark
valley; surely her sons strong arm be hers
to lean on-his voice of music sweeter to
her dull ear then seraphs' singinga
No, no-The hum Of busy life has struck
upon his ear, drowning the voice of love.
He has become MAN! refined, fas.idious!
and to his forgetful, un6lial heart, (God
forgive him. the mother who bore him is
old roman m FANNY FERN