Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1852-1859, 1854-01-31
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Letters from Nudge to her Cousin AMY.


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Letters from Nudge to her Cousin Amy.
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We're You ever, dear coz, possessed with most
unaccountable reslessness Just about the time the
old State House bell was Ginning midnight? 1t
may have been that Your t'second cup" of coffee
was stronger than usual; it may be that the last
notes OF the serenade given to sometortunate dam
sci IN the next square, are still ringing in your ear;
put as it's all nonsense you toiH go 10 sleep. You
bury your glowing cheek once more on The soft,
cool pillow AMI shut up your bright eyes very tight
indeed, with firm resolve not TO open them until
the breakfast bell interrupts your SAUNDERS. Yonr
heart beats like sledge hammer, having nothing
better 10 do, you fall to counting the strokes
thump, thum, You say 10 youself, ''what should
do II this thing were TO stop all uf sudden?'
and gradually you worry yourself into belief that
It Will stop, perhaps, at the very next beat. That
It must stop, some day, you have kind of vague
idea, which rs carefully put out of sight ..yet n
while" And WHY should it not be vague2 'twould
be very uncomfortable in the midst of the giddy
waltz, u, TITS the last round for y0u' were whs-
pered in your eur. Exceedingly Involvement were
1t 10 be interrupted in some brilliant badinage, of
whlch'you don't belieyeor mean one word, by a
seal that would close your coral lips forever. No,
Cousin Amy, you are young aud beautiful, it ism,
worth lille 10 bother your Bfightle with thoughts
like these. ny this time, of course, your sum-
beers are sound.
Still awake! what can it meant It's no use TO
make believe any longer, so you spring from your
couch, and pushing aside the heavy curtains, look
forth into the starlight. II falls upon your spIit
like spell. Charmed into silence with folded
hants and gistening eyes, you look long and ear
neStly into the far. blue, There is fearful SOL
emnlty IN the thought that eyes, save those star
~ ones, u,e resting upon you; none save His who
is above the stars. Heaven seems very close lar
nea,er than earth; and yonr thoughts glance To the
time when Heaven will be your home When
those fair hands shall be folded meekly on yonr
breast. and, hoy hard to realize the dark coffin
lid screwed down close over the brown EYES and
curis you know so well. 1t seems impossible that
you should not feel when you are lowered gently
into the earth, thatyou should not hear the iaiI of
the first clod on your breast. And that thew will
leave you there, those whom you love s. we'll 10
leave !ou with the cold rain pelt,ng on the sod
above you, and go back 10 the homo that was yours
once, and circle round the bright hearth fire. and
Try TO forget that your place is vacant and your
voice Sienced forever. That the gldtly world NAV
forget you, may dismiss your memory with "poor
thing, SO young" may humble you, perchance, but
that those TO whom you were ..the light oil their
eyes, and the pride OF iie," whose happiness was
incomplete were you not at their side, those whom
you loved truly, that they should cease to miss
you, should be gladdened by another.s smile, and
hush even the lingering echoes OF your voice, lest
1t should mar the harmony of anolher's-tGis is
terrible. Oh the nothingness of Earth, since
this the fhts of Earth's fairest and purest. Yes,
Amy, we Too, we too! And then the life beyond
You shut out the stars with your claSped hands and
try 10 realize that crushing word, Eternity End
less, how can it bel will there not be time after
thousands of centuries, when we shall lie down.
like tired children, 10 sleep and never dream.-
This, ever, ever, what u puzzle
And then, when you can stand it no longer,
when your own nothlngness, and Ignorance " eghs
you down 10 earth, anu the tears that ,oouM come
with The thoughts OF death, blind your eyes rom
even the stars, still voice steals over your spirit
'Let not Your heart be iroubled ye believe in
God, believe also in Me-" And Heaven will not
be such s'strange countrie" that one who shared
IN human SORROW, whose heart was wrung as yours
IS 10 night, who wepi the tears that you weap
One Will be there to greet you. "Let not your
heart be troubled." he came to the erring and
"chalge over thee" And the God who sLa
Judge you, is the God who redeemed you. Little
child IN heart that you are now, proud, worldly wn-
man that you were yestreen, see that you be ever
His child. Go now 10 your pillow, you can slerp
| now, and amid your dreams, there seems still a
| contest between the culver on your lin aud The:
peace on your brow. And the moTrow's viking
as of yore! The same husLing of the inner voices,
anu you carol all opera air TO still the last nights
| refrain. Will you dance down 10 the breakfast
room as gaily as though your wakefulness had been
revel-not vigil. Or will you be very thought
lul all the morning, aid resolve SoLery to stay at
home from parties, aud read your Bible daily and
go visit The widow and fatLerless in their aclion?
Nay, will you even tie on your bonnet and pack n
little 5Esket for call on old Mrs. B., the pa
ralytic2 when, ring at the bell, "the new ball
dress has come home, a perfect love Of thng,'
| aud toss goes the basket, while you rush down 10
BaIleys 10 look al some moSaicS that will he Just
| the thing to sport to-night. Or will the voices
finger long in your heart, until they subdue your
whole life 10 their harmony, and with"0ur Faith
ers lighr' on your brow and His peace in your
heart, you go forth on your mission, blessing and
| blest. Choose, Amy, choose. MipoE.