Glasgow weekly times. (Glasgow, Mo.) 1848-1861, 1853-03-17
THE LOST AND THE LIVING.

To the image of her mother"
But feeting twelvemonth had passed
since the heart (that for years had beat against
Lee brought again fair young creature to
share his widowed home. No father nor
mother, brother nor sister, claimed any part
of the orphan heart that he coveted and won
No expense or pains had he spared to de-
corate the mansion for her reception. Old
familiar objects, fraught with tenderest as
sociations had been removed to make way
for the uphoster's choicest fances. There
was no picture left upon the wall, with
sweet, sad mournfu eyes, TO follow him
with silent reproach Every thing was
fresh ANA dc..gi.lu, rs ii,e newborn Joy that
filled his heart.
; My dear Edith" said he fondly pushing
back the hair from her forehead; there
should be no shadow in your pathway, but
| have tried in vain 10 induce Nelly to give
you the welcome you deserve: however she
shall not annoy You; shall compel her to
stay in the nursery till she yields 10 my
wishes"
"Oh, no. don't do that said the young
step mother anXiously; Il think | under
stand her. Let me go TO her, dear Walter" :"
and she tript lightly out Of the room and lett
him TO himself.
Waiter Lee looked after her rctrcating
figure with a lUver-like londness. The
room TO him seemed to grow suddenly dark
er when the door closed after her Reach
ing ont his hand he almost mcon>ciou>Iy
, took up a book that lay near him. a Sip
-, Of paper futtered out from between the
leaves, like Il white-wlnged mesSenger.-
The joyous expression OF his face faded in
to one deep sorrow Is he read it. The hand
writing was his child's mothers. 1t raj
> thus.
"Oh to die and be forgotten. This warn
heart cold-these active limbs stil-thest
lips dust. Suns to rise and set, flowers rc
bloom, the moon TO sllyer-leaf the tree,
around my own dear home: the merry laugh
the pleasant circle, and ! not here' I'll,
=, weeds Choking the flowers At my head-sionc
the severed tresses OF sunny hair forgo,tci
= in its envelope, the sun OF happiness so sool
-, absorbing the dew drop Of sorrow. tn
- cyPhresS changed for The orange rrerh!-
=. Oh, no, no; don't quite forget, Close YOU
eyes sometimes, and bring before you tn
face that once made sunshine in your home
Feel again the twining clasp of loving arm
: the lips that told you not in words hoy
" dear You were. Oh, Walter, don't quite for
~ -, get! From Nellie's clear eyes let her moth
>, cr's soul still speak to you.
MARY LEE"
=, Warm tears fell upon the paper as Wal
- ter Lee folded it back. He gave himse
tine to rally and then g,ided gently up to tn
IN nursery door. 1t was partly open. A lit
= tie fairy creature, Of some five summer.
stood in the middle of the floor. Her tin
q = fsce was half hidden in sunny curls. lie
10 m little pinaore was full of toys, which 81
~, grosped tightly in either hand.
-, No, you are not my mamma" said III
- child. Il want my own dead mamma, ar
bo am sorry papa brought You here"
"Oh. don't say that" said the young stcI
mother, don't call me mamma, if it give
ce You pain, dear. l am quite willing that yC
,st ShDulI loya ,our o,,,r ,,o,,r,, l,,,,,, a.
" you do me-"
rt- Nelly looked up with pleasant surpris
it. II had dear mamma and papa once
she continued; land brothers and sisters,
en- many and 50 merry but they are all dea
IT, and sometimes my heart is very sad; ha,
EN- no one now to love me, but your papa al
he YOU"
ed. Neie's eyes began to mosten; and takiI
Ter out one by one after another Of the lit
vi souvenirs and toys from her pinafore, s.
nd. said, And you won't take away this-aI
er, ths-and this-that my dead mamma ga
to to me?"
,rd mo, indeed dear Nellie"
he "And YOU Will let me climb in my papa
- lap as used; and put my check to his al
it'll kiss him and love him as much as ersr ca
ng won't you.'
81 Yes, yes, my darling
IN, Walter Lee could hear no more; his hea
III was full.
~ What! Marys child pleading with
- - stranger for room in fathers heart
49, the sudden gush of this new fount of ten
y. erness had he forgotten or overlooked I
'"e claims of that helpless little one? God fc
'ne bid! From Nellie's clear eyes let her mot
the er's soul still speak 10 YOU. Ay. and it d
and When next Walter Lee met his bride,
art was with chastened tenderness. Nelh,
ed, loving little heart was pressed clos,
the against his own Fl vos aooin Ishar n,