Cooper's Clarksburg register. [volume] (Clarksburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1851-1861, 1853-09-07
From the Boston Olive Brunch.
THE UNL0VED ONE.
BY MINNIE MIXor.

My pride, my JOY, my blessing. my
sweet hLtle R ISABELLE your dear lips
are sealed forever, and will never murmur
mamma again. Snail l never feel the
clasp OF your soft arms. nor hear the pas
ter OF your tiny feet % and bending for
ward. Marion ElIertiOn. in IL paroxySm OF
| the widest grief, repeatedly kissing the
icy brow of her idol. her youngest and
IaireSt.
The little rosewood coffin rested on a
rich marble table, and valuable articles
OF Vert4 were scattered carelrsSly aruunI:
but the luxurious apartment, the costly
furniture, magnificent pictures, or the
periumed atmosphere hal no charms for
the stricken mother. They had arrayeI
| her in the deepest mourning. and her sa-
bic velvet dress and rIcn drApery were
uunoliced by her. for it mtlLereI not
whether she were robed in satins or the
cUarsest serge, for she only SAW the life
t less form of her darling.
| Well might she mourn for her Child. FIR
earth had not fairer flower than Rosa
belle, who lay like Il blighted lilly bud in
her shrouded loveIiness.
| The wi;chins blue eyes hal Lost their
mirthful sparkle, the soft glossy curis
were lying so still on the marble temple
! aud dImpled cheeks, md the liLtle wan
hands nestled in the snowy folds of her
winding sheet. The magnificent black
treSses of the mother swept round the
corpse like pail. and the dreamy still
ness WAS unbrOken, save by her smother
ed sobS AMI bitter wailIng. Sac did not
hear the door softly open, nor See II pale
face look wi>tfully in, nor hear the gentle
footsteps of a child that stole timidIy to.
wards her, and with fearful eyes gazed al
her; but "a small, soft hand glided gen
tly into hers; and turning, she exclaimed
/ half anIrily:
well. Lilly, what do you want? You
/ trouble me, child"
I The tears that had been standing in the
large brown eyes overhOwt i. THROWN
her arms around her mothers neck. she
sObbe1 unresIrtinedly. The mother
( pushed her rudely away. and with cold
surprised air. repeated her question.
! The thin fingers worked. and by sign.
she tried to express her meAnin :. but she
was too mnch agitated, and stretching
out her arms. and turning her eyes in the
direction of the coffin. wl,h IA cry. pecuIi.
ar to the dumb SAID AS plainly AZ she
could. by the expression OF the eager
( fearful face-'LDve me, mamma and
nestled he- head in her mothers lap. rs
II 10 try to unSeal the fountain that had
ever been closed to her.
! The dark eyes of Marion flashed imp,-
tien'ly, and saying in querulous tone
&c" away. Lilly, you can never be like
I Rusa6elle," At the same time motioning
her away.
An expression of intense pain pass ed
over the features of the rejected one. and
with dropping head, and long 10 * o
rcproach at her mother. with hopeless
air turned to leave the room, but seeing
tall. manly form standing in the door
way. gazing mournfully yet tenderly a
her. she teIt half frightened. and looked
around for some other means of escape
The father, for it was he. opened hi.
arms. and with faltering voice satd -
Come 20 me. poor Child. and viii
ever love you. Nay God forgive me fol
never thinking of you before - And a,
she hesitatei. halt embling with Joy
and half artul, he adled-..Do not be
afraid of your father. Lilly"
She sprans to his arms and clung tc
his neck. as If she was not sure that a
least one OF the parents she had pined tC
have love her. had indeed taken her te
his heart. and the little desolate creature
could hardly believe it true. but KEEP
putting up her face to have him kiss her