Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1850-1854, 1853-01-21
THE L0sT AND THE LIVING,
IL FANNY FERN.

The husbands tears may be few and brief
lie m"y WOO ana win another:
But the daughter clings with unchangng grief
To the image Of h3r mother.
Buta fleeing twelycmoath had passed since the
heart Chat for years had beat against his own J.
was for ever stilcd, when Walter Lee brought
again fair Young creature to share hi, widowed
. home. Nor father nor mother, brother nor sister,
claimed any part of the orphan heart that he COW
ctcd and won. No expense or pain had he spared
to decorate the mansion for her reception. Old
familiar objects fuuoht with tcndorcst associations
have been removed, to make way for the uphol-
stcrS choicest flncles. There was no picture left
upon the wall with sweet sad mounful ewes, to
follow him with Il nj rcproach Everything was
fresh and delightful as the newborn JOY that fill
lei his heart.
MY dear Edith said he fonlly pushing back
the hair from her forehead Z" thcrc should be no
shadow in your pathway, but have tried in vain
to induce Nelly to give YOU the welcome YOU de
serve; however, she shall not annoy you. shall
compel her to stay in the nursery till she yields to
my wishes"
1" Oh, no. don't do that" said the Young
stcpmothcr anxiously; Il think understand
her Let me 90 TO her dear Walter" and She
trippcd LIGHTLY out of the room and left him to
himself
Walter Lce looked after her rctreatire figure
with lover-Iikc fondncss The room seemed to
him to grow suddenly darker when the door clos
cd after her. Reaching out his hand he almost
uuconsciously took up book that lay near him
Sip of paper huttcrcd ont between the leaves
like a white winged messenger The JOYOUS cx.
preston of his face fldci into one of deep sorrow
as he read it, The handwriting was his child's
mothers it ran thus
Oh. to die, and nc forgotten This warm
heart cc,d-these active limbs still these lips
dust Suns TO rise and set, flowers 10 tlto.l, Tie
mooa to silver leaf and tree around my own dear
home the merry laugh, the pleasant circle ana I
net here, The weeds choking the flowers at my
hcadstonc the severed rescs of sunny hair forgot
ten in its envelope the sun of happiness so soon
absorbing the dcw-drop Of sorrow The cygrCSS
changed TOR the orange rrcah! oh no. no don't
gutc forget close your eyes sometimes, and bring
before YOU the face that once made sunshine in
your home feel again the twining clasp of loving
arms the lips that told YOU mot in wor,sy how
UCaE YOU were OA W diEcT. uO0 quite forget
From Ncllie's clear eyes, let her mothers soul
still speak to you.
MARY LEE"
Warm tears fell upon the paper as Walter lee
folded it back He gave himself time 10 rally,
and then glidcd gently up to the nursery door. 1t
was partially open, a little fairy creature, OF
some five summers stood in the middle of the floor,
! Her tiny face was half hidden in sunny curls--
Her little pinatorc full toys, which she grasp
cd tightly in either hand.
mo you arc not my mamma" said the child,
" I want my own dead mamma, and am sorry
papa brought you here"
"Oh, don't say that, said the young tep-moth-
er don't call me mamma, if it gives you pain,
dear. am willing YOU shonld love your own
mamma better than you do me-"
Nelly looked up with P lcasant surprise
II had a dear mamma and papa once she
continued "and brothers and sisters, so many and
50 merry! bat they are al dead, and sometimes
my heart IS very sad I have ~ ono to love me,
III. vow papa ard Won.