Grand River times. [volume] (Grand Haven, Mich.) 1851-18??, 1853-02-16

clasped to her heart, her lips breathing childish
words Of affection over its unconscious form.
Very carefully did Mrs. Lee lay down her lit
tie Willie, and for some moments she sat beside
him, smoothing gently his fair brow, twining his
golden locks around her fingers, and pressing
the softest and sweetest of kisses upon his still
lips
Then, going to Lizzie, she took from her arms
the sleeping babe, and placing it in the cradle
bent over it, whispering the fondest terms Of
endearment.
Sitting down beside it she covered her face,
and thought grew busy. BY and by, Lizzie
stole quietly to the chair, knet beside it, and bu-
ried her head in her mothers lap. Mrs. Lees
hands toyed with the soft brown curls that fell
over it in such rich profusion, and several
times pushed them off the forehead, when the
child felt the mute pressure of her lips. For
some time both were silent At length Lizzie
looked timidly up, saying, in touching tone:
lam so sorry, mother, made you so much
trouble. I'll try and never be thirsty again,
when you are reading"
The mothers heart started, she drew the child
to her bosom, embraced her fondly, closely, as
though she thought by pressure to still its pain
ful throbbings. Then bearing her to her bed,
she sat her down, and hastily left the room.
She soon returned, with glass of water in
her hand.
"Thank you, mother" said Lizzie when she
had quenched her thirst, "you a0iU hare good
time TO read noao, for shall 60 right to sleep"
With her eyes brimful Of tears, the mother
bent over her child and kissed her again and
again. And Lizzie, feeling she was quite for
given not dreaming that she had been more sin
ned against than SHINING, threw her arms around
her parents neck and gave back kiss for kiss
Then nesting on the warm pillow of her little
brother, she closed her weary eyes and in few
minutes was sound asleep
For long while the mother knelt beside the
low couch, and when she rose and sat down
again BY the stand, she left the novel where she
had dropped it, but took from her basket an un.
finished doll, and with rapid fingers piled her
needle.
1t was long ere she placed her head upon her
pillow. When she did, the doll, completed and
neatly dressed, lay by the side Of Lizzie; the
novel, half read, upon the Lehigh in the stove, a
handful of light ashes
Fathers and Mothers Manual.
A TOUCHING SKETCH" And she aoas q Wild
ow"-A pale and pensve lady has just passed
she is clad in the "weeds of profoundest
woe" doubtless she is n widow.
A moment to imagine her history. He whom
she mourns had wooed her in her girlhood.-
There is fragrant nook, where rivulet gur-
giles, which she never remembers save with
tears wherein loves best drama was performed
by their fervid lips. They were wed at last
Months, perhaps years departed-and then the
shadow fell! He blessed her amid the march
es of the night, and in the morning went out
with the stars The earth is laden with such
histories!
, She was blithe and merry once. She loved
the custom of society, and allured with a sort
of piety to the maxims Of fashion. Gay and
happy was the world in which she dwelt. But
it is changed now.
-
in living bosom. 1t is bitter thing for lip
used to dainties to feed on ashes 1t is fear
full thing for the living to know that their only
: treasure is hid in the still and mouldy grave
! beautiful life linked to corrosive corruption.
/, Her desires are written upon her meek face
It's expression translates her rmuttered yearnlngs
t, She longs to join, in the distant and better
country, him who has gone before.
The welcome hour is nearer than she thinks
They shall soon lay her beside her buried idol
3 How lovely will be that dying smile, when the
prayerful lips shall close at the touch of deaths
cold finger. God grant that the dropping lily
. of earth may become fadeless amaranth ii
e heaven. Buffalo Express.
He who gives the workers of iniquity favor
ing SMILE or an encouraging acord will not neet
! much entreaty to lend them helping hand es
pecial!y if he has any hope of sharing the spoil
: A NOBLE Days WoRK.-The House OF Rep