Daily national era. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1854, 1854-03-25
LITERARY MISCELLANY.
For the National Era
A BROTHERS. REc0LLxCrI0Ns OF AN ONLY
SISTER.
BY MARY IRVING.
CHAP. VIM.

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the wilderness our home and already, all
around US it literally " blossomed as the rose,
under the hands Of fower-loying Eulalie. She
had grown up, healthfnl and beautiful in body
as well as in mind, bearing few traces OF the
delicate, dropping bud had transplanted from
Embury air | began to look upon her with
pang Of self.reproaoh, knowing that the time
was nigh when ought no longer to keep her
from the acquisition OF those accomplishments
that are to woman's graceful nature as fra
GRANGE 10 the rose. But how could send her
into the world again How could live with
out her, hermit in utter solitude OF the
heart
A chain of incdents--l should say Of proyi
dences- --worked out for me the answers to
these trying questions
have already introduced to you Bruno, the
trustworthy and afectionate playmate and
guardian Of my pet He had a look that was
almost human in his intelligent eye; and if all
wearing humanity were faithful and kind AZ
he, the world would have little to wish for !
Eulalie loved him. next to myself and the
memory Of Mary Hyde.
| had been trying hunters luck in the woods
through long autumn day, with poor sue
cess and was sauntering homeward ut even.
I6l, winch WAS W0Iucu Wy UuC iuosAAS ~
bushes, that some animal was near. Waiting
only long enough to catch faint glimpse Of
it's outline, which strengthened my snpposition
that it was a prairie wolf levelled my gun at
the clump of bushes, and fired
scream of intense distress rung out on the
air at the same instant with sharp, wailing
howl burst through the thicket like mad
man!
Thank God, it is only the dog" gasped,
catching my sister from the mound where she
knelt by her dying favorite.
Only the dog!0
Reproach and appeal were blended in the
look the child cast upon me. Then, trying to
stife her sohs, she sunk down by the poor VIC
tim, whose limbs were fast stiffening.
aOh, my Bruno-poor Bruno"
She passed her trembling fingers over his
face. He lifted his head with last effort, and
tried to lick her hand but film came over
his eve, a tremor over his frame aud the noble
dog lay liteless at our feet
HOh, brother, you could not help it." was
al .Eulalie said AZ, almost heart broken, she
buried her face in the brown shaggy hide.
Poor Bruno was laid in the grass grown yard
before our cabin. Many mound that covers
q human form has been bedewed with fewer
tears than his Eulalie mourned for weeks,
as for q brother, and seldom left her long
alone
One evening, on returning from the village,
missed her sweet face. Surprising that she
had gone to Dame Wilson's, ! opened my
weekly newspaper, and sat down to study the
election returns. The long shadows Of the
western naples, falling across tho broad signet
Of the sun upon the foer, aroused me at last
from political speculations to the consciousness
Of the hours latoness. seized my hat, and
set out TO meet her Anxiety deepened into
dismay, when, upon inquiry at Mr.. Wilson's
found that she had not been there during the
day | hurried home, with vague hope to
find her there before me but the solemn still
ness of the Swallowed, deserted cabin, shook
my frame to the weakness of child's.
My neighbofs, sharing my anxiety had for
tunately followed me. Ia tumult Of feelings,
among which was only conscious that not a
moment must be lost, | seized my rife, and
plunged into the heart Of the woods
That night with its terrible question Of
Life or Death suspended, until day looked
in mercy over the forest tops cannot, even
at this day, endure the retrospect Of its terri
BILE fancies and fears. None can know them,
who has not, like me, tracked, through the
darkness Of q wolfhAunted woodland, ten
der, idolxed child
My despairing prayers were heard. The
angels watched my treasure under the dew
dripping arch Of heaven. She was found lying
on . NOISY knoll, at the foot Of gnarled oak,
in the thickest glade Of the forest Tears lay
like pearls upon her pale cheeks, and her
hands were yet folded for prayer Tired Ma.
turs had wept itself to sleep; butshe was safe =
sfe
But suspense was not yet to reliuquish it's
grasp VI my heart. The shock OF that nights
exposure, the terror attending it and the ex-
element Of the sudden awakening in my arms,
were too much for the still delicate constitu-
ton Of the child. Within twenty -four hours,
she was raving in the delirium Of fever.
The old phyacian Of the neghboring vii
lsge, summoned TO her bed side, shook his
head, ~ his rough, kind fingers closed over
the email wrist, and fslt the fierce bound Of
the fever dem q working Mt her heart. The
room was half filed with women and chill
drcn, from CABINS far and near, who had
Aocked, full Of a6ectionate curiosity, to look
upon the child that had been lost and found
Az usual with intruders into q sick room, they
fingered idly, as though paralyzed-save
few, who hustled about with more zeal than
knowledge.
Doctor ~ cried Nelly Wilson, 10 her loud
quick tone, twitching his coatsleeve, don't
you agree 70 fansy tea and . poultice Of all
sorts Of grass When my Jackey o.
@All sorts Of botherstion my good woman"
retortsd the Doctor, in his peculiar grumble.
What upod earth can man do 10 such n
Babel II you are the woman Of sense take
you TO be, order OF these forty and-one good
Samaritans, with their whining babies ~
Nelly, who would have made fine field
Marshal, commenced enforcement Of his or.
ders BY furnishing her spron and arms in the
face Of : poor, meek little Welsh woman, who
underwood not . word Of English Bs this
expressive pantcmims, and her yet more EN-.
phAeio orstory, she soon succeeded in clear
ing the coast and establishing quiet
I'm stay BY the pretty creature 10 day,
bless her ~ she Moderated, in loud whis-
per, slipping into the Doctors chair, rs he
srose from tLe bed side " The old man and
the yonng ones may - well try their lack for
onOsiv
Nnllv tbou0b boisterous was kind hearted