The weekly Lancaster gazette. (Lancaster, Ohio) 1852-1855, 1853-06-16
lFr0n the Ladies' wrosth.l
TIE SALE Of The PET lame 9.
ar MRS soPHRosIA cuaRrrn.

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gold the thick foliage Of the oak whose greal
arms stretched shelteriDgly over the dwell
ling, Frightening the eyes Of the sweet flow
Iers which peeped out from among the darl
green leaves cfthe vine clustering arounS
1.-THE doorway, and changing to wave Of ligh
the softly flowing, ripping stream, which, il
its sinuous course to the Connecticut, woans
past the humble abode.
Louder and sweeter, as the sun came VI
from the east, rHng out the notes Of the wilC
birds in the dark forest, more inerrily SANG
the robin In the old roof tree, and right glec'
fully trilled the pet bobolnk In bis cagei ant
within the dwelling, as the bright beams
| played around their little cribs when the
fresh morning air lifted the snowy curtain
from the window, troop ofcurly-haired
lrosy-cheekedc c hildrgn opened eyeshs bright
as the early flower or the sparkling dewdrop
and as they leaped from their low beds, the
carol Of their young voices was sweet and
merry as the morning birds free, glad song.
Busily arranging her breakfast table was
the mother Of the children, fair, delicate
woman, with deep blue, gentle eyes, and q
smile peaceful and happy asthntwhich rest
ed on the face of the little chernb to whom
the glance Of the mother was so often direc-
ted and to proIong whose slumbers her foot
was so often touched lightly to the rocker of
the wicker cradle. Her dress was very neat
and tasteful, as was the whole arrangement
of her dwelling, though everything told OF
the most strict irugality.
Tho children came bounding into the a.
lpartment, with difficulty restraining their
merry shouts, when they perceived the baby
was sleeping, and wholly unable to suppress
loud laugh when Harry, the youngest of
them, suddenly found himself rolling on the
| floor with cold nose rubbing over his cheek
and among his sunny hair. That little white
! face had, for some minutes, been peeping In
at the cottage door, and when the children
made their appearance, Cossic came frsk-
ing into the room. Many a tumble did Har-
lry and the pet lamb have, to the infinite a.
musement of the other children, before the
little boy could get on his feet again, for
Cosse had rather the best end Of the affair.
But the pet had to suffer for all such freaks
-he was obliged to take his breakfast out
OF Harry's bowl of bread and milk; the little
| creature knew very we'll what the penalty
was, for when the child took his seat, with
his breakfast on stool before him, the lamb
came and put his nose in the dish
/ 00 Tcpdob was PiOphONb
Mrs. Stanwood, bidding her eldest by, VIII
I lie, call his father, poured out the coffee, and
! taking the babein her arms, sat down TO the
table. But Willie couId not find his father
anywhere; he was not sin the garden, nor in
the shed, nor down the street,
.WeIl, he will soon be in!' said Mrs. Stan
wood, take your bread and mix, Willie; you
hear the c. W, lowing for her PASTURE
The children finished their breakfast and
went out; Harry and Annette-the two
Youngest, next the baby, TO their play, and
little Susy to gather fresh flowers TO place in
the cottage window, while Stephen--her
twin brother, and Willie, drove the COW to
| pasture.
But the father had not appeared. The
steam had ceased curling up from the White
loaf, the yellow butter was beginning to look
oily, and the coffee was almost cold. More
and more frequently was the glance of the
wiie turned from the sewing she had taken
| in her hand, toward the window. Her hus-
band had never caused her so to wait on him
before. An hour passed; where could he be!
Mrs. Stanwoud began to be alarmed, and she
had Just decided TO send Willie to the village
in search Of him, when Susy came running
into the house.
Mother she said, opening her little dark
eyes wide with astonishment; father has
gone away-very far away! He went last
night when the moon was shining; heard
the clock strike the hour of twelve after he
went out!'
.'Gone away y!what doyou mean childP ask
ed Mrs. Stanwood,
| Il thought 1t was dream, mother said
Susy, sbut twas not! Father came into the
room and kissed us all as he always does be-
fore he goes to bed, and heard him whisper
about going very far away over the ocean
and not coming back any mere. But father
will come back again, will he not, mother!'
and Susy burst into tears.
Mrs Stanwood rose from her seat and
opened closet. Her husbands every day
coat and cap were there, but the new hat,
/ and the suit of clothes he had brought home
day or two before, were gone; his linen
had all disappeared; the box 10 which he kept
his money and papers was entirely empty
and his travelling trunk was not to be found
Mrs. Btanwood walked across the floor, and
placing the babe in its cradle, sat down be-
side it, but only for moment did she retain
her seat; and then, with a low deep groan,
she fell fainting on the Hoor.
How that day passed, and how passed ma
ny other days and weeks, even, to the deser-
ted woman, she could not afterwards tell;
the blow was SO terrible--so unexpected!
From the moment when the handsome
young stranger, whom sho had seen few
times at the church of which her father was
the rector, came and sat down beside Der as
j she knelt alone, poor orphan, beside the
/ new made grave ofthat father, took her cold
handin his, told her OF his love, and begged
her to become his wife--from that moment,
till the night Of his desertion, though ten
years had since passed away, never had he
addressed an unkind word to her; never had
look, but OF love and approval, met her
glance. She bad believed, what had been
| most true in her own case, that each passing
year more and more satisfied him that his
hasty choice of q partner was well made
They had always been poor. On leaving
England, her husband had but enough to pro-
cure them passage to New York, but by his
industry, and the good management Of his
wife, though her health was delicate, and
though the poor mans blessing was bestow-
ed on them almost yearly, they had always
lived comfortably, and at length the thatched
cottage the family now occupied, and the few
acres ofland about It, had become their own.
"Poor in this worlds goods, but rich In
you, my Mary" sFs
How often had these words been whisper
| ed in her ear, as warm cheek was pressed
| to hers! not week before he left her, had
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