Eastern times. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1846-1857, 1853-03-24

There will be nd tears-no par.ings-no
wouhded spirits thets.'
| my child !--my fchild pray that may
submit m k n a1 r
Il hare prayed-you ,UiH be supported said
the girl, with look Of sublime confidence
He has given his promise, II will not leave
you comfortless." You will have mary bless
ings leR. |, of all your flock, have occasioned
you most anxiety Do you forgive me, dear
-motheri' s F
Why speak Of iprgiveness, my own one !
y You have always teen dutful and affectionate
Still, l have brought bitter sorrow upon
i you. I.reyew with shame and con.riiion, my
self-indulgence-mysr recklessness of life-my
Z uneratefuf rebelli6N at my lot. These are
\ things belonging tofhe Past you will forget
them; or If you remember, believe that it was
not without struggle. ,.iha. yielded to feel
'ihgs TOO strong forfne to- subdue. 1t is sad
story, mother; l VIII NOT grieve you further
BY telling it; you gay think hardly of another
for his agency in Psoduciug my unhappiness !;
anQ alone am 10 Dlame.~
The poor mo,hefneither comprehended nor
wondered; grief mastered curiosity her child
was dying This th0ught swallowed up every
other. Voices souaded in the adjoining room !;
agitated questions sbd low replies The in
valid started, unaidea, from her pillow
Father thaHk thee!' she exclaimed,
| che nj haol, a
A sister sole in 70 announce The arrival-a
single glance told her that it was needless
precaution. She simply asked
May he come i&!'
A gesture assen6ed. aL
rT 4p,, -
= r i .a .aa
/ Lilly q. f.. s-.-
For long time these were the only words
+ of greeting.
They watched het through all that night !;
each felt that it was her last There was
unutlerable sorrow in tha, chamber. The
hoary headed ia,heG' stood at the foot of the
/. bed. erect and digaifed still. in figure. but
with big tears making yet deeper the burrows
Of his lime-worn colntennnce the mother
and sisters, sitting, ID far a. possible, their
emotions; hung around her, jealousy watch
ful Of an opportunity 10 render the kind Of
fees she would needno more. Oa none did
the terrible conviclida Of her near departure,
seem to fall with sueh crushing weight, as
upon the whiIome brilliant wording. He
balhed the wasted hands with tears, and cev-
cred the cold brow with burning kisses. He
prayed-if that coudbe called prayer, which
reproacbed rather than supplicaied-a fren-
zied pleading for life--her Iife-if purchased
by an age of torment 70, himself!
Ia vain ia vain !-Ihe deaIh-dews arose
thickIy to her forehead. as fast as they were
wiped away. She was going sensible 10
the lasts-too weak al times, 10 speak; but
telling, by her heavenly smile and upIilted
eye, Of peace = -sgss - r
Al dawn, they opened the window to give
her air; it was the hgony of the passing
breath. a
Horace, raise me =.
He laid her head against his breast her
lips moved ;-be bowed to catch their sound
-'tIlis is sweet s+a
Ao attempt to join the hands in prayer
an unearlhly beam from the closing orbs-
the rising sun shot through the easement
upon a group Of mourners! y
Months rolled by. The conjectures as TO
Moreley's clouded couAtenance and sable
weeper, ceased to agitate the minds Of his
business acquainiancessa and the tongues of
his female friends. Thsdejection wore away
by degrees; the weepsr grew rusty ; was re.
moved and not rephced-rhe billows OF
worldly passion and infrest swelIed higher
and higher around the one green island Of
his heart, until they ensnlphed it-not spar
ing even her fowsr-boind grave. He was
man again! with mans glorious preroga-
tive to make mock st feeling and affec-
ton and borrow their language to deceive a
trusting duPe; 10 scoutat romance, and bat
tie in his own omnipo.snce with realities;
TO heap together weaIth, and write his name
proudly among the earthly great; all this
he did and gained. And Lilly sleeps in
the obscure church-yard; the green hillock
thnt covers her, overrun With vioes and the
bIue-eyed forget -me-not' although un,end-
ed now by him; and OF her head are en-
graved words-placef there by his orders,
during the first transports Of sorrow for
which he despises, himself now words,
which IN view Of his dust-dry heart, read
like fulfilled prophecy
"BLEssED ARE THE EARLY DEAD"