Nashville union and American. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1853-1862, 1854-07-23
Il Love You. .
WRITTEN FOR THE sATrRDAT EVENING Posr.
BY MRS. NJ. A. .DENISON.
Who do ron snppose snid itl

Who do you suppose saidit!
No! she is very beautiful, with her cheek of
rose-hue, and her curling auburn tr, s. that the
wind sports with 50 gallantly; but she did not~
il. Nor that bright creature BY whose sdesiands
lover, boxing tenderly in those glorious eyes
Nor yet the dimpled babe, with cherub face, lift
ed to the more mature, bat not the less innocent
" sweet features, with the holy light OF mothes
gorfying every smile.
Then who do you suppose said i'll
wrong again. Not that newly welded hus-
osnd, whose home for few Aeeting months he has
4 aPtly called heaveR-full of smiles and tender
ness, and ott-repested VOWS fitting Ike bird. If
Paradise IN rainbow plumsge; where a pretty,
whte-robed being with girl sh-matronly air, gIdls
about then eat kitchen making with her own bands
the snowy bread. Where, when the oIiops s,on
is closed, he can come home with a bounding heart
and, sitting with her hand in his royes with paif
of brown eyes over his favorite "Daly," every
little while stopping TO snatch ks- from the red
lips so close 10 his cheek Although he whis-
pers many times of love, vet this Il love you" was
not spoken then and there.
tired woman sits hushing to sleep her rest
less babe. Beauty once made than face radiant,
perhaps, but all its beauty has gone now. TIE
blue eye is dim and faded-the whole expression
sorrowiul-the pale brow covered with lines Of
care. Perhaps, with that far-of look of hers she
sees three little graves, green with as many sum
mers. Her home is very humble. All day has
she toicd, and the fainting spirit almost suTren-
ders TO fatigue, the downcast eyes tremble in
bears-she is weary. And every nerve tin
giles when, with the turbulence Of childhood, the
"hoys" come hungry Fl ON schOOl,some with weep
irg and tales of sorrow that mother must hear
And after they are hushed with kisses or chi
dings, it is time to get supper for seven hungry
mouths; and then the accustomed never ending
routine Of putting away and clearing up, Till the
worn out creature wonders with a sigh if there
really will ever come u rest to her-an eternal
rest.
At last she can seat her weary limbs in the old
corner rocking-ehair. The babe, whose eyes
close ftfully to low lullaby, lies in bis fathers
lap. He is plain man, that good father. with
an honest face, and great heart, that would, if
it could, take in all the care and sorrow of the
househould
The babe sleeps. With a rude gentleness he
lays it on its mothers bosom, and as the ruddy
freight plays over har care-worn features, he
looks upon her with ewes suddenly grown lus-
trous and beautiful He lifts his great hand soft
ly, till it rests on her shoulder, as he says
II love you, dear Mary
How the poor heart leaps into love, light and
rest! How vanish the cares that trod upon her
5 )ul! She no more remembers that toiI-some
washing. She ref cts not now that the pretty
babe, with its pink-hushed cheek against her
breast, has worn her patience thread-b bare with its
constant tears and unrest She forgets that tn.
fire would smOke-that the broth was burnt-lhat
the children teased her-that the rain came on
Just as her clothes We're dred-that he line broke
and that every limb in her frame ached with IA
Hgue.
What were these in comparison with the stead
fast love that had burned for eighteen years in
the sunlight of happiness through the clouds CT
despair, wh-n beauty made her winning and
when her charm of loveliness had gone and the
freshness Of her youth departed forever! What
cared she for aught outside her home, though she
bad many sorrows, while such words thrilled her
whole being!
81 love you, dear Mary"
All! you long married, repiniBg husbands who
exact every attention as a "duty'-huv much
would it cost you TO make your home thu beauti-
full with all It's cares! | tell you one word OF
love will loosen eat burdens from the shoulders
of the toiling woman you call wife. Try IT, 80
home some night, and look upon her with the ey
of long ago For one little moment think how
great rials she took unto her heart VIII. n she
married you. Then tenderly clasp her hand AID
as she looks with wonder opened eyes. say 70 her
with low AID steady voice, not carelessly, nor
sportively, but earnestly,
Il love you"
Trust me, it will be to you, and her both "bet-
ter than diamonds -