Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1850-1854, 1853-06-24

~" inoHtIis THAT HlJleu Dy us together, we
used to choke with sobbing, in some speech
that limited of the coming separation, and
hurry from her presence TO cry alone.
Our mother had told us the tidings with
white lips that quiyered tenderly and sadly.
| No love is SO uniformly unsefsh as a moth
er's, surely; for though she had leaned on
Ellen as the staff of her declining years. she
sonowed not, as we did, that she was going.
She was too happy in the thought that her
child had found that pearl of price, in cold
and evil world---a true, noble, loving heart,
to guide and protect her.
Father sat silent in the chimney corner,
reading in the large family Bible. lie was
looking further than any Of us-to the peris
that would environ his dearest daughter, and
the priyations that might comeupon her young
life IN that unhealthy, uncivilized corner Of
the globe whittier she was going. But both
our parents had dedicated their children at
the bapiismal shrine, when god first lent the
priceless gifts; and they would not cast even
shadow on the path Of self-sacrifice and du-
ty their darling had chosen.
! To come down to the unromantic little de-
tails Of wedding preparations-ho we stitch
ed and trimmed, packed and prepared-how
we stored raisins with tears in our eyes, and
seasoned the wedding cake with signs. But
there is little use in thinking of these things.
Ellen was first ana foremost in all, as she had
always been in every emergency, great or
small Nothing could be made without her.
Even the brides cake was taken from the ov-
en- by her own fair hands, because no one
!
to run the possible risk of burning ElIen's
bride cake; and she knew Just how to bake
it,
We were not left alone in our labors; for
Ellen had been loved by more than the home
roof sheltered. Old and young, poor and
rich, united in bringing their gifts, regrets
and blessings, TO the chosen companion of
the pastor they were soon to lose. There is
something in the idea of missionary life that
touches the sympathy of every heart which
Mammon has not too long scared. To see
one, with sympathies and refnements like
our own, rend the strong ties that bind to
country and home, comfort and civilization,
for the lost the degraded heather, brings too
strongly into relief by contrast, the selfish
ness OF most human lives led among the GAL
cites and luxuries of Time.
The day, the hour, came. The ship was
to sail from B on the ensuing week !;
and it must take away an idol.
She stood up in the village church, that all
who loved her, and longed for another sight
of her sweet face, might look upon her, and
spoke the simple words that should link hearts
for eternity. Wesisters stood all around her,
but not too near; for our hearts We're over
flowing, and we could not wear the happy
faces that should grace train of bridesmaids
She Ind cheered US through the day with
sunshine from her own heart, and even while
we were arraying her in her simple white
muslin Ikea lamb for sacrifice, she had charm
ed our thoughts into cheerfulness. 1t SEEM
ed like some dream Of fairy land, and she the
embodiment of grace and loveliness, acting
the part of some Queen Titana for a little
while. The dream changed to a far different
reality, when, at the door of her mothers
room, she put her hand in that of Henry Ne
vile, and lifted her eye with the look that
said, "Where thou goest, will l go" even
from oil beside
Tears fell fast in that assembly; though
the good old matrons tried to smile, as they
passed around the bride, to bless her, and bid
her good bye. A little girl, in patched but
clean fock, pushed forward, with a bouquet
Of wild yiolets and strawberry blossoms in her
hand.
"Here, Miss Nelly" she cried, half-laugh-
ing, halfsobbing, Il picked them on purpose
for youp
Ellen stopped, and kissed the little, eager
face The child bust into tears and caught
the folds of her dress as though she woald
have buried her face there. But a strong
armed woman, mindful of the brides attire,
snatched the child away.
"And for what would We be whimperng
in that style, as if you had any right to Miss
Ellen"
"She was always good to me, and she's my
Sunday-school teacher" pleaded the little
girl in a subdued under tone.
Agnes drew her to her side, and silently
comlorted her.
"S,ep aside-Father Herrick is here y said
one just then.
The crowd about the bridal pair opened,
to admit haired, halfblind old man,
who came leaning on the arm of his rosy
grand daughter Father Herrick was SUI
perannuated deacon, whose good words and
works had won for him a place in every heart
of that little assembly.
"They told me she was going" he muir
INJURED to himself; "they say It's her we'd
ding. | want to see my little girl again
! bless herr
Ellen sprang forward, and laid both her
white, tremulous in the large hand of the
good old man. He drew her near his failing
eyes, and looked searchingly into her young,
soul-lit countenance.
IL can just see YOU, darling; and they tell
me | shall never see YOU again! Well well
If we go ia Gods way, we shall all get to
heaven; and its all light there" He raised
his other hand over her head, and added,
soIemny, 'the blessing Of blessings be upon
thee, my child. Amen"
Amen echoed the voice Of Henry Ne
Vile