Eastern times. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1846-1857, 1854-02-02

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soft tearsmight perhaps allay this aching
But, it is well with thee. Only one PAM
more to lose thee, but | can bear it, when
remember how merciful it is to thee. Thou
wilt not be subject to lot like thy mother s
Sometime, l shall come to thee, my flower
and it will be a joy to look within thy swee
eyes, and know that no shadow ever darkenet
them. must live. | must bear on to NEE
thee. If thy dimpled hands could be laid upcl
my brow, should think God and His angel:
were merciful to my pain, but he has left me
no JOY, no blessing! He has bereaved me
awfully, cruelty. He has forgotten to be gra-
cious. All! that / were stronger; that
could argue with the Almighty did not
ask the breath Of life-it is hateful to me now.
Oh this madness, this dreadful rebellion al
my lot. This fearful life, without hope, and
without God in the world. If could sleep,
sleep on and get some rest, and grow resigned,
and wear placid face, and quietly tread my
way downward TO the grave. Perhaps, /
could bear up better if my health were as
strong as it used to be! Be merciful to thy
wretched, lost, abandoned child. Shelter me
until the storm be overpast. | will endeavor
to bear my cross, to wear my crown of thorns. ;
This battle with life went on in Ada's soul
for months. Sometimes the evil and some
times the good lriumphed; most frequently a
cherries despair dwelt within her. She saw
nothing lovely, nothing to be desired on earth :;
but she wore quiet face, and fulfilled the d.
ties Of wife and housekeeper. Friends ihouc NJ
she seemed rather pensve since the dp,rh Of
her babe, and not much inclined fyr society
Her husband thought she had grown 10 be
'deuced sober He did not remember in
whose power 1t lay to ilspel that soberness, or
that he had freely and solemnly promised TO
study her happiness before that of any other
mortal. hda's soft eyes lighted with love
when tier parents were with her more tender
self TO The utmost 10 be as cheerful as their
Ada used to be. A thousand sweet and grace
full acts of devotion she performed for them; it
was such comfort to her to anticipate want
Poor, forlorn one this was one little fruit of
her great sorrow. One day, when her parents
had parted with her after days visit, her
father remarked, earnestly
i think, dear, our Ada grows more angelic
and thoughtful of our happiness every time we
see her. She was always a lovely child, but
not as she is now. Have yon observed it.,
Mary!
'Oh! yes and the wife looked into her
husbands beaming face with smile, but tear
fell unobserved on her work. The mother re-
membered that her darling never told her now
how happy she was. When her head FAY on
her lap, she sometimes said
Mother, dear, tell me Of all that is noble in
life; how we may be purified by sorrow; it
was sorrow to lose my little babe-teach me
how to meet her..
And, with fast falling tears, the mother
would talk. and Ada would weep quietly, very
quietly and softly, until there was no bitterness
within her. Then she would 60 10 her splen-
did home, and with gentle patience give Betsy
her accustomed lessons in reading and writing.
When her head reposed on her pillow on such
nights as these, the recording angel wrote,
Another deed of love is born from her great
sorrow ...s
Ada rarely realized this She realized that
the gaunt demons of.mischief and despair were
seeking after her soul, and that they had made
desolation there, and tempted every slnmber-
ing evil, while they had wilhered her every
flower. But the months went on, silently
dropping their records into the book of life,
until another year had completed IFS cycle
Ada had sought her retreat after busy day,
anG with pensive smile had drawn forth her
life romance. Thus she wrote
When these quiet evening hours come, and
am alone, tide Of great and irrepressible re-
gret rushes through my soul. Sumetimes il
is terrible in its useless, devouring might, and
again it flows more quietly and dreamily.
often fear the bird of resignation will never
fold its wings above my heart. shall never
be really happy again perhaps, alas +! never
content and capable of gratitude for the sad
gift Of existence. wish to be; none know,
but myself, how great are my efforts TO Danish
| the memories Of that golden, cleaning vision,
and to enter heartily into all that is abont me.
| think the greatest woe is past that | have
drank all that is most bitter in my life's cnp';
yet it seems very sad to know that the sweet
ness was all drained before-is all gone hope
Iessly gone! Yet ought TO be thankful that
it is less dreadful 10 exist, that | do not mo-
mently draw the breath Of fear as did when
my seIt-deception was being dissolved thank
fu! that know it is vain to make those heart
breaking efforts to win back that love; yes,
thankful that | am in no suspense, sick no
longer from hope deferred; in no new despair
when his capricious tenderness vanishes into
coldness. Certainly know what to rely upon.
| know that it is best for me to interest myself
in others welfare, TO think as little Of him and
Of myself as possible, as far as is consistent
with every duty. Another reason have to be
thankful-my anger towards him has ceased
my burning, maddening sense of injury.
have simply made a mistake. l thought he
loved me for what was; he probably thought
he loved me somewhat, too but it was only
that my face was new, and bright with joyous
| ness and love for him II would think have