Plymouth banner. (Plymouth, Marshall County, Ind.) 1852-1855, 1854-06-22
about her. with wonder in their faces.

& you nave 90 often tOtS Us dOOu', tIlSu
sweet voiced girl of twelve. Mamma
does it loon as it did when you wen
away?'
Mamma. did you live in any Of thos
great hon,rsF
Ma, ma! plenty pagodas hcrc?' chime,
in ;he younges: boy whose eye had takel
in the numerous church spires. Allspok
al once, but the mother answered neither
Her heart was too full. She had gon
from that shore, happy bride, and hope
ful; she was returning, widow, broker
in health and spirits, TO p ace her children
with her relatives. and then. as she be
licved. to lay her bones in the tomb Q
her kindred. One hore only. made heI
heart bound. and her pale cheek grow
paier. as she looked OH that shore OF hel
nativity, for the first time in twent!
years.
'oh. Gojl could see al my children
before die" she filtered,
pass over The scene of her landing,
AID welcoming to the house of her broth
cT. viii not stop to tel you how many
wonders the India born children found
i'll American customs and sights: for
must haste TO the end of my story.
1t is impossible sister, said her broth
or to the pale lady. one morning, in an
swer TO some expression. The child
could never have reached this country.
We never. as you know, have :flced her
farther than England. and if she had been
brought here, she could not have failed
to find ne, or her.
The widow sighed. Gods will be
doner she murmured. But it i hard to
fee, that my little helpless innoccnt-my
elder borIl--was sent from me To perish
alone. Often feel as if it could not be
-as if she We're yet alive, and should
fad her at some day
Pro-, identity, as il proved. the mother
was ltd to search the catalogues Of various
institutions for the blind; long in vain.
Al length she obtained circular from a
distant city. and glanced over it indiiler-
an!ly. so often had she been disappointed.
Her heart sprung to her lips as she saw
lie. .uame Meta w. Hamilton
Brother. she Sasped. extending the
paper to him.
He looked and shook his head Il am
airaid you are expecting too much, my
poor sister. Matilda was your darling 5
nome. and then. how should she stray TO
that corner of the United States?
But the mothers hope was stronger
than her Iears. She scarcely ate or slept.
weak though she was. until she reached
The southern city whose name the cata-
logue had borne
.Iiamil,on?' replied the bland suporin
tendent in answer to her first ques:i Ion of
trembling eagerness. Bat she is al or
phan. maddm,
Are you sure, SIR. Oh. must see her
at oncer
Size followed him to the door Of large
room. where fifty girls sat. busted at
their books and needlework. The buzz
Of conversation died as they heard the
sound of strange footsteps hun
dred Sightless eyes were turned towards
the door
Near table. on which lay bunch of
delicate sraw flaments, sat Mittie Ham
ilton. She had been bfai1ing d bonnet,
but her fingers had ceased lbt ir work, ard
buried in sort of reverie. she was the
only one who did not nolice The entrance
of stranger.
Was there any distinguishing feature
by which you would recognize your
daughter, my dear MADAME asked the
gentleman.
The mothers eye wandered over the
group. as though she dreamed the con
lirmation OF her fears to lose her last hope
Show me the child of whom you spoke,
she :altered.
Meta Hamilton n'-but he stopped. for
at the ladies first word Mittie had sprung
cmrls from her face. turned wildly from
side TO side.
Who is thali' she cried, with out
stretched arms. That voice--speak a.
gain!'
'Mittie. my child!' cried Mrs. Hamil-
ton, springing 10 her side, and sinking.
overpowered. upon her knees.
Mother, oh mothef!' and Mittie fell
into the arms that had cIadled her in in
fancy.
That was a moment never TO be forgot
teni
Ulcle Wy;he Harris (for the mistake
which had clouded so many years of the
lifetime Of mother and child. was that of
Mittie in substituting--child that she
was-the first name of her uncle for the
las:) found pleasan: cottage on the banks
of the Hudson for his sister and her now
happy family. What u loving welcome
the dear gi.ls and boys, whom Heaven
had blessed with the power Of seeihg their
sister, gave to the wanderer Mittie! How
she copforted her mothers heart, making
her forget her great max
ing her even forget to sorrow that she
had 5lind child, in her JOY feeling that
she had another living darling!
The sunshine Of Mitties girlhood came
back TO her spirit. The dear blind girl
was The JOY of the house. How could
any body cherish feeling OF discomfort
or peevishness. when that glad voice was
pouring out its songs of thanklulness
from morning till night! Oh. dear blind
Mittie, never more-happy spirit that she
was-mourned that God had not given
h. ay.c IN coo s.Ha hoe rirou ,,,o D.. .rl