The Wyandot pioneer. (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1853-1868, 1853-11-24

Sne reIuSeQ on tne pea Oh Hot ledFlHS leI
parents alone ~
A few weeks after Amy's departure,
Mrs. Hamilton was attacked with vio-
lent fever, which in a few days Frustrated
all her strength. Kate watched day and
night by her mothers bedside, and seem
ed unconscious of the sense of fatigue,
and when urged to take some rest, would
reply with an ever cheerful smile, I am
not weary But in vain were all the care
and attention Of those fond watchers who
ever fingered around the couch of the
sufferer. The dread fiat had gone forth,
and she must die. Mrs. Hamilton was
a Christian, she was willing to obey her
Masters call. When she felt that her
minutes were numbered, she called her
husband and child to her, and thanked
them warmly for all their love and ten
derness.
She told them of her hope of Heaven,
her bright assurance. Of being received
thus through the blood of her crucifed
Savior. She left many tender remem-
berances for Charles and Amy, and then
clasping her hands together she murmur-
ed, Amy, my child, would that I could
see you once again, but the will Of God
be done, and then turning her dying eyes
on the loved ones around her, while a
bright smile Illuminated her pale features,
she said softly, husband, child, God S
blessings rest The gentle spirit went
up with that half uttered sentence, and
the wife and mother was on the bosom of
her Savior. 'l E"a
And then Kate cast herself on the body
of her mother. 'Oh, mother! mother! take
me with you. I have nothing to live for,
she cried wildly; life has no charms for
your child; alone, must struggle on
through life, Oh, God! oh, God! let me
die!' was once again the frantic appeal OF
that young girl.
Mr.. Hamilton raised his child in his
arms, and said softly: kate, my child, is
it right thus to rebel at the DEGREES OF
God? l am old and desolate-the loved
companion of my youth, my wife, is gone
and yet [ murmur not You are young
life is yet bright before you-is it right.
then, to act thus?' Js-*
Hopes she said wildly passionately,
L have no hopes in life-all are dead,
dead The frosts of time do not rest up
onimy hair, but the storms have beaten
upon my heart and left traces there that
can never be obliterated. Yes, oh God!
take me early,
/ MY child, would you leave me alone?'
was. the solemn, reproachful question.
Father. dear father, forgive me- said
his repentant child. Here, in the pres
ence Of my dead mother, I vow never to
leave you-promise to live only for you
and heaven. Even as. Ruth clave to Ma
omi, will | clave to thee The head drop
ped upon the bosom of her only parent,
and tears, bitter, scalding tears, chased
each other down her pale cheeks, but they
relieved her bursting heart-for they
were the first she had shed for many
days. 5s sos - s..
They laid Mrs. Hamilton in the grave;
''dust to DUST and slowly wended THEN
way to the now desolate home. The
mourners shivered as they entered-it
was cold there-so cold, and damp, and
dark, as if the shadow Of the death thai
had SO lately entered there, still fingered
around. e5a@ za.-..- s..ss 81 ........s.
Amy entered too late to see that loved
form again on earth, but her bitter tears
I were shed on the bosom of her beloved
Husband. After few weeks spent in hel
childhood's home, she accompanied hel
husband to the beautiful home he had fit
ted up for his fair young bride:
But Kate remained with her father
faithfully did she fulfill her promises
made in the presence of, the dead-hel
earthly hopes were all blighted and with
cred, but she had laid up for hersel
treasures in heaven.'s Sometimes, hel
thoughts would turn with sadness and re.
gret to the past that she had misspent--
the hearts she had crushed, and ask her
self if those days of idle pleasure would
compensate her for the life of utter loneli-
ness that she would be compelled to en-
dure, (if her life was spared, after hel
fathers had passed away.
i Il Then would echo answer, no. AtsucI
times, she would bow her head on hel
clasped hands, and weep bitter tears O
sorrow and remorse.
/ s Plain People.
! Plain men-nay, even ugly little tel
lows-have met With tolerable success
among the fair. Wilkes, challenge to LORD
Townshend is we'll known: Your lordshiI
is one of the handsomest men in the king
dom, and | am one of the ugliest! yet, give
me but half an hours start, and Twill enter
the list against you with any woman yor
choose to name; because you will omi