The Wyandot pioneer. (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1853-1868, 1854-06-08

Her heart was too full. She had gone
from that shore, a happy bride, and hope
full; she was returning, a widow, broken
in health and spirits, to place her children
with her relatives, and then, as she believ.
cd, to lay her bones in the tomb of hei
kindred. One hope only, made her heart
bound, and her pale cheek grow paler, as
she looked on that shore of her nativity,
for the first time in twenty years.
ooh, God! could see alt my children
before die!" she faltered.
pass over the scene of her landing,
and welcoming to the hose of her brother.
l will not stop to tell you how many won
ders the India born children found in
American city customs and sights; for I
must hasten to the end of my story.
'1ti is impossible, sister," said her broth
er to the pale lady, one morning, in an
swer to some expression. "The child
could never have reached this country.
We never, asyou know, have traced her
farther than England. and if she had been
brought here. she could not have failed
to find me, or her"
The widow sighed. Goods will be
done!" she murmured. "But it is hard
to feel that my little helpless innocent
my elder born-was sent from me to per-
ish alone. Often feel as if it could not
be-as if she were yet alive, and should
find her at some day"
Providently, as it proved, tho mother
was led to search the catalogues of vari-
Gus institutions for the blind; long in vain.
At length she obtained circular from a
distant city, and glanced over it indiffer-
emily, SO often had she been disappointed
Her heart sprung to her lips as she saw
the name "Meta W. Hamilton
Brother" she gasped, extending the
paper to him.
He looked and shook his head. II am
afraid you are expecting too much, my
poor sister. Matilda was your darling's
name, and then, how should she stray to
that corner of the United States?
But the mothers hope was stronger
than her fears. She scarcely ate or slept,
weak though she was, until she reached
the southern city whose name the cata-
logue had borne.
Hamilton? replied the bland superin-
tendent, in answer to her first question of
trembling eagerness. "But she is an or
phan, madam"
care you sure, sir. Oh, I must see
her at onceP'
She followed him to the door of large
room, where fifty girls sat. busted at their
books and needlework. The buzz of con-
versation died, as they heard the sound of
strange footsteps-and a hundred sight
less eyes were turned towards the door.
Near table, on which lay bunch of
delicate straw filaments, sat Mittie Hamil-
ton. She had been braiding bonnet, but
her fingers had ceased their work. and
buried in sort Of reyerie, she was
the only one who did not notice the
entrance Of astranger.
"Was there any distinguishing feature.
by which you would recognise your
daughter, my dear MADAME" asked the
gentleman.
The mothers eye wandered over the
group, as though she dreamed the con-
frmation of her fears to lose her last
hope.
"Show me the child ofwhom you spoke
she faltered
"Meta Hamilton he stopped, for
at the lady's first word, Mittie had sprung
from her position, and throwing back the
curls from her face, turned wildly from
side to side.
"Who is that?" she cried, with out
stretched arms. "That voice-speak a.
gainl''
"Aittie, my child!'' cried Mrs. Hamil-
ton, springing to her side, and sinking,
overpowered, upon her knees.
''Mother, oh mother!''-and Mittie fell
into the arms that had Graded her in in
fancy.
That was moment never to be for
gotten!
Uncle Wythe 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
last) found a pleasant cottage on the banks
of the Hudson for his sister and her now
happy family. What a loving welcome
the dear girls and boys, whom Heaven
had blessed with the power of seeing their
sister, gave to the wanderer Mittie! How
she comforted her mothers heart, making
her forget her great bereavement-mak-
ing her even forget to sorrow that shehad
a blind child, in her joy at feeling that she
had another living darlingl
The sunshine of Mites girlhood came
back to her spirit. The dear blind girl
was the joy Of the house. How could
any body cherish a feeling of discomfort