Eastern times. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1846-1857, 1854-02-02

and let me sit on this cushion-isn't it pretty
and lay my head on your lap, and tell you, oh
so much! never can tell you how happy
am. Do you know, mother, and she raised
her head and looked into the beautiful, sof
eyes above her, Do you know, mother, some
times think shall not, cannot live very long
for this wild, intense love must burn my hear
OUTPUT | don't care | care for nothing
nothing but this happiness--it is enough; il
swallows up my being. | could not love more
and yet every hour love him better Mother
do you think that other people do, can love as
| do is it as beautiful to them,'
Yes, my darling there are thousands Of
hearts telling the same story to-day olau
'Oh, bless them blessings on them in their
happiness!'
And blessings, all holy blessings on those
who are walking in dark and dreadful paths,
without any JOY to help them through their
lot. The happy-hearted should send their
sunshine TO these
Oh, yes = murmured Ada; but who can
turn from their heaven to look on such leaden
pictures, Oh! mother | am very, very self
ish. cannot bear that anything should break
in upon this enchantment ] have almost for
gotten that day Of reckoning will come. |
am wicked, | know, but / want no better
heaven than havel' an rr'
Ny poor child nay poor child p and a
gentle hand stroked Ada's hair, while glisten-
ing tears fell upon it.
Why do you say poor child, mother z
asked Ada, raising her eyes where love and
hope unquenchable seemed TO dwell. Your
rich and happy chid' and with smiles she
drew down the beloved face and kissed away
the drops, Mother, dear, feel within me
the assurance that this happiness must be i'm
mortal. Do you remember these words
And if such dreams arc given
While at the portals thus we stand
What are the truths Of Heaven.
Oh! if Heaven be as blessed as my own heav-
en-, shall ask no more'
But, dear child, it will not he as beautiful,
unless you learn to be an gel mere, and look
with a true and tender love on others besides
those your own happiness is bound up in
All, true" answered the young wife, and
poor Betsy's iinploring face came before her.
Mother, will YOU excuse me few moments =
she asked, rising hastily
& r H.,
longer than / intended. Try tomorrow to
call on poor Kate Suthington, and comfort her.
You heard that Henry Williams had married
in Europe!'
mo. Oh Kate, dear Kate
We'll, goodbye, darling. Come and see
us very soon.
Yes, yes. Goodbye
Ada bent her steps to the kitchen, and there
she found Betsy sitting by the table, with her
apron over her face, crying.
What is the matter, Betsy!' she asked
very kindly. a-a1'.i ahss . ..# a
Il am afraid the vessel will sail in the morn
ing, and my brother cannot come over in it,
unless | send the money to him in letter.
is it too late, do you thinkp and great
pang of selfreproach went through the heart
of the young mistress.
Perhaps not, answered the girl, with a
look of hope. .,... l.... ........-.
Ada ran to her room, and brought utensils
for writing, which she rapidly used. Then,
after enclosing the money, she sealed the let
ter, saying .4e I
Now, hurry, Betsy. Here is sixpence to
get into the omnibus. You will reach the
place in time '.e hus
But Betsy did not reach the place in time
She was half an hour too late, and her young
brother, as we'll as herself, suffered from the
sickness of hope deferred many long weeks,
because the fair young bride, amid her ioys,
had not yet learned the habit Of Instantly turn
ing patient ear to others. This beautiful
life-lesson her guardian angels waited to teach
her, that, when her hour was come, she might
enter into her rest. .e .. f.,
A year, fraught with experience, has passed
away, silently dropping into the book of life
its records; and Ada Ward is within her favor
ite room. The broad moonbeams slant across
the carpet, and fall upon the form lying there
in the abjectness of despair. A pale cheek is
pressed to the foot-cushion. Ada has that day
buried her little babe, and cold black, ghastly
shadows envelope her; colderand blacker than
they might have been, because her husband
finding it SO gloomy at home, has gone out for
a walk. uan ultt
oh that it should be l., she groaned,
wringing her clasped hands, and pressing them
upon her heart as though she would quiet its
great agony. = If / could die! If could
only die Oh that such woe should come
to me! That my glorious temple of love
should be broken-dashed to pieces eternally.
That must live years-ages in this blackness
Of darkness. Day after day pressing my hands
upon my heart to keep it from bursting. If We
were parted, ! think could endure it better
but to gaze in his face and read no love there
to receive with grave, repressed face his
acts of pOliteness to know that cannot charm
him ). that there is no winsome light in nv
eyes to him; nothing precious in my smile
to have no words pass between US save those
that are necessary, and to see often more smil
ing words addressed to others than to me-
Oh my Father, why may not diel Am