Muscatine journal. [volume] (Bloomington, Iowa) 1849-185?, 1854-01-06
iMAHIN & aCL EMENS.
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For the Jsurnal.
Nathalie.
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4, In, the, great city of New, York, q little
ebild wandered. Alone and desolats she
seemed, for ever and anon she lifted her
little hand pleading to the opassers-by7 for
the, pittance they might please to spare
from out their garnercd store. II was the
last day of the departing year; and young
hearts beat high with joy. to- greet the
new born y year, which brought them, all its
unknown store Of ills and blessings rich.-
II vas fair sweet faco which plead for
pence, that busy day, when feet were lightly
treading out the last few hours of ne'er
returning time. And Nathalie /; she paused
% some less hurried footsteps rang along
the pavement broad, that she might catch
the stranser's eye and win hearing kind.
The small white hand was raised in eager
hope and ga penny, sir 2, But no! his
purse was then too heavy for his hear, t,y ct not
one pence for begga,s could he spa, Q, and
roughly pushing her aside, on with the
restless crowd he passed. The child re-
pulsed, stood back with thoughtful brow.
and in her deep blue eyes there rose bright
tears, which God hath garnered up curse
to him who, brought the trembiers forth. .
Night came on slow. footed to the
weary ones of earth, but swift and joyous
to the happy hearts that beat meath shell
tering roofs and dear home love. But
Nathalie-to her no kindly freside gave a
place no little corner, snug and warm,
awaited her returning footsteps, as at eve,
she still went on through thronged streets,
till wsaried out at last, she sunk to rest
upon a doorstep wide. g3 s5a4ed5
Twas night, and all tho bright stars
above smiled down q welcome to the lad
new-ysar, and sang a glorious song Of hope,
for all the good yet to be done e'er it had
laid its twelve fair children in the charnel
house of time.
From a stately mansion lights were aash-
ing and fairy feet danced in the infant year,
too glad within those marble halls to know
of misery without. ~
Among them vas a child; so like our
Nathalie you'd said it was the same till
once she turned her eyes upon your face,
when in their soft brswn depths you traced
no suffering there as in the blue eyed wan
derer's. She was the child OF one who loved
to cherish well his own, vet thought it
scarce his whine to give penny TO a beg
gar, though it were child, and one so like
his own. eE
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That father had sister once--a sister
Nithate. She 10 si, and loved ,uaui ey,
too, for her hearts chosen had not vsaiM
to bny her fr-n Is consent. They we'd and
since that day, long years had intsrvencd,
yet still unclosed were hearts to her which
once beat wa. mly for their household jar-
ling Nathalie. Penury followed her whs all
unused to ife's rough side, sank in an ear
ly grave and left a baSe--our Nathalie.
Her only brother, when his darling girl
was born, felt Ger his soul a yearning for
that lost sister steal and so he call'd his
first born, Nathalie.l s8i ID si1tAsleo
She wasa happy child; and every day grew
: dearer to her fathers heart because so like
his boyhood's sweet playmate. IL was her
|. birthday, snd-the halls were filed TO ceie-
sbrste the gladsome day which gave to earth
80 faira gift. The father watched his only
achild with joy sand pride, mingled with sad.
mess, too, for she was noiAeriess. He
.thoughtsof years ago, when, through those
stately halls there roamed being once so
like the one that stole oft by his side to
mss. his loving glance he,could have said
il was the same but for the years of suffer-
ing between, His heart went out towards
his gentle sisters who for Ioue hadleft her
childhood . gorgeous home to share hus-
bands lowly lot.
ae7 But soon these thoughts were gone, for
aother th ughts came up and crowded out
the never Welcome past. Thoughts Of his
sehiid : how he would shield her life from
every, i'll, and let no storms fall on, that
bright young bead yet eyer aud anon that
childish face, would come up TO his mental
vision, SO liks,shs lost, that he would look
again, and make sure 'twas not HE Ma
thalie.
- Tho glad new. year was ushered in, and
sehiIdren's feet were on those marble steps,
With merry laugh, taking their honsward
way. N sa;.sss Ar ssusbasila al
Does not this arouse the slsepsr :? No
Hor heart is sheltered now benesth her an
gel mpther's wing, and she has walked in
!, Heaven. ssss s7s4 sesssaaaiA atoHit
\, They atop. assAlittle Girl asleep ~ they
says sIqs sd ststfllasi q s'aic ssli =
her gently up and lay her on your
< soft warm couch, and chafe those, purple
hands. Untie her little hood and smoolhe
those golden curis from OF the fore
head, where God has set His seal Of purity.
How much like Nathalie ~ The word
goes Forth from mouth to month till estrik-
ing on the rich mans sass, he strode has
tily beside the couch and looked upon his
q sialsrss cAild.s sai ~ E&sav ee'A esae's'''4
It needed not the name upon the Terchiel
round her neck 70 tell hia that. Twas
written leg.ble in every line on that sweel
schildish face; and avery ware of her soft
golden hair vas even a. her mothers. y
II zyes psnca iscosid come nsu', Nathalie =
hat Ithou art far beyond their aid, and bit
stsr tears Of late rep, nsansc may not wake
10 lifesthe slumberer. 'ss i'Rs
20 Tksy will bury thee upon tho FIRST glat
SnvaAf new wear. and in d velvet coffin will