Cooper's Clarksburg register. [volume] (Clarksburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1851-1861, 1854-08-23
From Pctcrson's Magazine.
ADA LESTER,S SEASON IN NEW
YORK.
BY CARRY STANLEY.
New York, March 31s,

NEW ORK, March 3lSt.
NY last letter, dear Maggie, apprized
you Of Anna Richards illness, l stood by
her grave yesterday.
God help the poor mother who closes
her eyes to-day on His glorious sunshine,
because it so mocks her sorrows, she can
not realize as yet the rapturous awaking
of her child on the bosom Of the Saviour,
who said, Suffer little children to come
unto me ;" she only feels that daIk sor-
row closing around her heart, dening
it to everything except wish to lie down
in the cold earth beside her dead and
clasp it in her arms.
sat up with Mrs. Richards the night
that Anna died. l had called in the af-
tcrnoon. and saw how it would be with
the child before morning, and could not
leave that heart stricken mother to wrcs-
tie with the dread terror alone. Through
the lcng night Mrs. Richards sat by the
bedside, perfectly immovable the greater
part of the time her face was stony i'll its
agony, and there was not a tear to cool
the burning of her eyeballs. Once she
raised her eyes, and walled forth the
prayer, " By Thy agony in Gethsemane,
il it be possible let this cup pass from me-"
Her grief seemed at last almost unendu-
rable, she paced the room with folded
arms and bowed head, Il grOan now and
then escaping her. The hours wore on
thus slowly, because each moment SEEM
cd to add its weight of torture, quickly,
because the mother was SO soon TO take
the last look of her child.
almost imagined, in the quiet of the
L; E,rbto1 that COnln hear
the sleathy footsteps of the Grim King
creeping cautiously along, and once
came near screaming as | was startled
from the PERCEPTION Of that almost PaIPG-
dLc presence, by 81 fit of coughing from
Anna. was lying her down again after
it was over, when she sprang up with
such a wild, frightened, anxious look IN
her eyes that was terrified. 1t was an
expression that belongs only to the dying.
Her mother raised her and pillowed her
head on her bosom. a wan smile, but
of an unearthly beauty Of which you cannot
conceive, ilIumined her face smile that
was but the shs dowy type of the seraPhIc
sweetness that brightcns it now ; and
then she murmured forth, g It's growing
-so-dark."
There was no wrestling with the great
terror, dear Maggie after that one i'm
porna look, which seemed to ask US to
save her, she was conquered ; she spoke
no more and breathed but a moment or
two then all was over.
The poor mother is almost dumb from
| trouble. She is left alone without Il friend
in the wide world. Her faith seems al
most dead. " l had been SO thankful for
such blessing," said she to me, when l
called thereIthis morning. every kiss on
her brow had been thanksgiving. She
had been the child of so many prayers
that l thought God must have had mercy
on me, and spared me one to love-
could not tell her then, dear Maggie,
what she will know as soon as this veil Of
grief shall have been rent, and she will
b. again permitted to see the Holy of Ho-
liesNI could not tell her then that God
lad heard her prayers, and SO in his mer-
CIV had taken her child from trouble to
come, that hurtling storms, and racklng
pains, and hunger, and cold and ten1pta-
Hon could no more assail her on the bosom
on which she reposed could not tell
her all this, which so strongly feel for
NV voice would be drowned now in the
wild cry that is ever going up from her
heart, !" My child, my child"
have written to mamma this morning
to ask whether she thought we could not
find permanent employment in her own
and a few other families for Mrs. Rich
ards. There is not soul in this great
city to help her in sickness or sorrow
She is a beautiful seamstress, and so quiet
and unobstrusive in her manners that
none need object to employing her. You
know what difficulty we sometimes ind
to get sewing done, and if there is tol,
era6le certainty of her being engaged
think can induce her to go to o.