The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1854-10-05

pea with irOst, yet the soul must not S
ShlverDg in its cell, but bestir itself man
fully, and kindle gentle warmth from il
own exercise, against the autumnal an
! the wintry atmosphere.
Hawthorne.
True as 1t is that there are grca! sor
rows that oyerwhclm the heart sorrow
from whose stunning power the soul i
never awakened that many there ar,
who live with, heads above water an,
hearts beneath, walking the earth will
firm step and unruhled brow, yet bearinl
a heart that looks for no rest, hopes fol
no JOY on the shores Of time; SO true i.
it, that for such consultations of a peculiar
character, are prepared. 10 such is civ.
en- power, strength, and depth Of eli ar.
acter, and even au intense capabiIitv ol
happiness Of which they have never con
celycd who have not known the force of
great SORROW. 1t is an alchemy Which
creates new attribute, orrather changes
and retnes every other principle 10
them a new book is opened to them a
strong angel is sent and lifteth a seal; to
them faith becomes word Of mighty
meaning; not something far off, but meal:
1t is Jesus walking upon the waves Of the
heart, and saying, Peace be still :; and
fulfilling in the soul his promise, 4 am
with you always even unto the end of the
world.
Such has been the influence of sorrow
upon Mrs. Carlton--the once light and
joyous Maria Wilder.
From dream which had made exist
ence beautiful, and robed earth in the
drapery Of heaven, she was suddenly
awakened to life which she knew must
forever be to her a failure and an abor-
ton.
and then evil spirits came 10 tempt her.
Despair with its madness misanthropy,
with its bitterness, and gayety with it
heartlcssness. But they won not their
victory. Strength from heaven came :;
hope, born from above, besmed in her
soul; our common humanity she loved
again; and she gathered the little wild
flowers ofpeace that grew in many lowly,
hidden spots, and are found but by those
who seek them.
She waited not for opportunities to per-
form great deeds of self denial, or of
generosity, for she knew that those who
would make others happy, who would
have a daily beauty>in their lives must,
like Naaman, learn to battle in other
streams than those of Damascus and her
ever ready kindness and genial smile sent
sunshine into many hearts.
1t was at last very doubtful, whether
such marriage as hers with James Carl.
Ion was wise and well. But il that deep
confidence which never veiled thought
Of teeIing-f that sympathy of taste and
atiectionaIe regard which made the soci-
ETY. OF each grateful to the other were e.
nough Tor such union, il was theirs; and
when, after many years, in which they
had grown very dear to each other, death
entered their dwelling and bore hence the
generous and noble. minded husband. Mrs !
Carlton mourned for him, not, it is true,
win the wild and untamed agony with
which she would have mourned the cho.
sen Of her youth, but with deep, earn.
est quiet sorrow.
UnhesilatngIy, and rejoicing that even
for him she woWId nave not lived in vain.
she answered the letter Of Hubert Ian
sing.
Hubert, with gladness akin to that with
which | received your first gift. do ex
pee, from your last legacy; and the love-
the passion-lhe agony which in my youth
gave to you, shall be distilled into an
intense affection which shall ever fall.
faithful as evening dew, upon your chill
dren.'
i cannot tell you what consolation
God has given me in my own children.
1t has been them that he hath tempered
The wind TO the shorn lamb and remem-
Jered his promise, the bruised reed !
will not break.
with gushing joy-with more than
mothers wonted tenderness. have gazed
upon my eldest, my noble son my
W altcr-wllh his glorious intellect writ,
ten upon his brow, and his loving heart
traced upon his lips. have IeIt that had
he called you-the beloved Of my youth
had he called YOU father, my love for
him could not have been greater.
And now new source Of consolation
you offer me, in the gift of your children
| had not believed that in the arrange
ments of Providence it would ever be Civ
en- me to do you another kindness, tho
| knew that 10 you or to yours as free y,
as frankly, as when YOU knew me in youh
aud in happiness, would | minister TO
) our pleasure.
i cannot come to your side. The Ell.
fort would be too painful both tor you and
me, Receive my boy as my own repre-
sentative; trust TO his care your children,
till my own arms shall embrace them.
"And now, Hubert, beloved. farewell
and rejoice with me that Heaven and
Love are immortal-that the star whose
brightness lne VdpoIS VI eaIth nave "ot
dimmed. will only sci in death to rise in
Heaven" MARIA.
CHAPTER w.
Death is black camel that kneeeth
at every mans or.-TURKIsH PRovRB.
Death has done its work. Hubert Ian
sing, had yielded to that tremendous ne