Monongalia mirror. [volume] (Morgantown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1855, 1854-07-08

How had prayed and wcpt!
And when they bore him to the ship,
saw the white sails spread,
I kissed his speeches., quverins lip,
And left him on his bed-Alas
It seemed coffin bed. .
When from my gentle sisters tomb,
Long since, in tears, we came,
Thou saidst, How desolate each room"
Well, mine were just the same that day
The very, very same.
Then, mother, little Charley came,
Our beautiful, fair boy,
With my own fathcr's cherished namei
Du. oh he brought no joy--ny child
Brought mourning, and no Joy
His little grave cannot see,
Though weary months have sped
Since plying lips bent over me,
And whispcred, "Hc is dead !" Mother,
IT'S dreadful to DO dead
do not mean for one like me;
So weary, worn and weak;
Deaths shadowy paleness seems to be
Fen now upon my chcck-his seal,
On form, and brow, and cheek.
But for brigh.-winsed bird like him,
tn hush his ioyou, song, ,.
And prisoned in a coffin dim, s.
Join Death pale phantom throng-my boy
To join that grizzly throng!
Oh, mother, can scarcely bear
To think of this to-day! .... W.
l. was SO exquisitely fair, ~p
That little form Of clay-my heart M
Still fingers by his clay.
And when for one loved far, far more,
Come ,hickly-ga.hcring tears,
My star Of faith is clouded DER,
sink beneath my fears, sweet friend,
Ny heavy weight Of fears.
Oh, but to feel thy fond arms Irvine
Around me once again
1t almost seems those lips Of thine
Might kiss away the pain-might Sootho
This dull, cold, heavy pain.
But, gentle mother, through litc's storms,
may not lean on thee,
For helpless, covering little FORMS
Clings trustinsly to me-poor babes!
To have no guide but me.
With weary foot, and broken wing,
With bleeding heart and sore,
Thy dove looks backwards Borrowing,
but seeks the ark no more-thy breast
Seeks never, never more.
Sweet mother, for thy wanderer pray,
That loftier faith be given;
Her broken reeds all swept away,
That she may lean on Heavcn-her heart
Grow strong in Christ and Heaven.
Once, when young Hopes fresh morning dc"
Lay sparkling on my breast,
NV bounding heart thought but to do,
TO ,ror; at Heavens bchcst-my pains
Came at the same bchcst
AL fearfhlly, all .earfally-
Alone and sorrowing,
My dim eye lincd to the sky,
Fast to thy cross cling-0h Christi
TO Thy dear cross cling.
Alaulmain, August Z, 1850.
OF the hymns in human language for
soul only--iew and holy and full Of mean
as the commandments-,his in one.
Our readers-,hose who have KEEP. with
through years gone by-wiI remember {
reception and first announcement Of
writings Of "Fanny Forester" She was
that time school,eacher at Utica, and W
one or two intimate and most talen
friends among her pupils. Knowing Moth
Of her real name, or her circumstances,
were exceedingly captiva,ed BY The oG.hu
brlliancy Of her style, and its undercurr
Of good sense never out of sight; and
unA the friends she wrote Of (and who VT
with her) became soon, to the rublicas VI
as 10 us, the nucleus Of new kind Of Il
rary interest. 1t was The beginning Of II
school Of female authorship immediate {
familiar oppression, made sacred and rOsc-'
orcd by the persOnat.ncss Of ~Oman.
writing as il she were talking, she secul
the respect and attention that would be c
en- 10 her presence. She embellished
journal for while, and then appeared as
nu,horess, with "Alderbrook" and other
umes.
We had never seen 'Fanny Forester"
she came to New York with Dr., Juds
b,y;nr devoted himself to missionary J