Monongalia mirror. [volume] (Morgantown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1855, 1853-06-11

There is magnificent beauty IN some
of the thoughts of Fanny Fern, that can
never be realized but by thinker, and
never be equalled but by the overflow
ing soul, full ofdeep devoted energy Of
thought, thought matured, perfected
strong and healthy. He who regards
her merely as q quaint joker, was never
more mistaken. Take the following:
"THE INFIDEL MOTHER"
Can i! be? can you look down into
the depths of those clear, blue eyes, that
seek yours in such con6ding innocent
trust; can you deck those dimPled limbs,
SO "feartully and wonderfully made :"
can YOU watch with him the first faint
streak of light, that ushers in another
happy day! can you point out to him
the god and purple sunset glory? can
you look upward with him TO the shi-
ming host3 or place in his eager hand
the field flowers that bend their dewy
eyes with grateful thanks, and never
name "Our Father!w
When at dead Of night you watch
beside his slck couch; when you hush
your every breath TO listen to his panied
moan; when every gust Of wind makes
your cheek grow pale; when you turn
with trembling hand the healing drops;
when every tick of the clock seems beat
ing against your heart, when the little
pallid face looks beseechingly into yours
for the "help" you cannot give; oh !!
where can you turn the suppliant eye,
il you see not the "Great Physician!"
When health slowly returns, when
the eye brightens, and the red colors tip
the cheek; when the vacant chair is
filled; whenths little feet are again bu-
sy! when loving arms in playful glee,
Irvine around your neck; comes there
from that woman's heart of thine, no
burst of grateful thanks to Him who
notes even the sparrow's fall!
Suppose death comes! You fold away
the little useless robes; you turn with a
filling eye from toys and books and
paths those little ieet have trod; you
feel ever the shadowy clasp of little
hand in yours; you turn heartsick from
the happy mothers, who number no
missing lamb from their flocks; sunny
ringlet, a rosy cheek, or piping voice,
gives your heart death pang. You
walk The busy street, and turn your head
inyoluntarily when a little strange
voice calls 'Mother!" Oh! where can
YOU look for comfort, ifyou believe not
that the "Good Shepherd" folds your
lamb to His loving breast ?
There Is perfdy at your household
hearth! there are broken VOWS, which
you may not breathe 10 human ear
There is treachery repaid for trust!
Childhood looks on with sad wonder;
you must go backward and cast the
mantle of evasion over the moral deior-
nifty. Whence shall strength come 10
yonr slender shoulders 10 bear this
heavy cross! How silence the ready
tempter's voicel Where shall all those
warm affections How be gathered up!-
III not in Heaven!
Oh! YOU have no anchor! no rndder
or compass! your little bark is adriit, at
The mercy Of every pitiless gale, the
sea is dark and fearful; the billows
mountain high; the sky black with dark
ness, il you turn from the Great Pilot
Typographical Mistakcs,-Wo
sometimes find laughable mistakes in
our exchanges. Ono of them gives
an item of news that "a COW was re-
Gently cut into calres by the locomo-
tive; and an Illinois paper states that
a nail.road in that state is nearly com.
pletod. Tho bost, however, is in a
city paper, which states that thousand,
Of dogs arc being brought in to be
made into sausagcs. Tho typo, no
doubt pu, a d for an hi but there may
DO more truth than fiction in tho mis-.