Litchfield enquirer., 1855-11-22

and fires the eye with the bTiiliancy o
health, even when its victim is on the con
fines of eternity; he sould sit and tell Il
his surviving child the acts Of winning
love, and sacrificing devotion, which hal
made his Lizzie the very object Of his life
He would talk of her sweet smiles, ant
her happy disposition, until memory wouIt
lead him to the hour when he bid her de
part, and not let him see her face again
His decline was rapid, and this lone chile
saw the flowers which the warmth of spring
had called from the soil of her mothers
grave, disturbed, uprooted, and thrown
aside, that his ashes might mingle will
those of the mother Of his children. A
his death he charged her to pay off, as fa
as she might be able, the debts incurred t.
procure the necessaries of life, the land
which for want OF culture, had not increased
in value, was sold and lett her but few
dollars. These she expended in rearing
some boards TO mark the spot where she
had buried one after another her beloved
kindred. She had heard Of Chicago. She
had he ard that in this city there were Off
ces where strangers wishing employment
could find work She had on foot travelled
u any miles, until she reached Mil~aukie,
and thence by the kindness of a poor
sailor, who had seen her day after day on
the dock. watching the steamers depart,
had enquired and ascertained that she
wished to come hi,her, but had not the
money. He brought her to Chicago on his
own vessel, and had told her that by cross
ing the bridge, she could find one Of those
places where situations were given to
worthy applicants.
Such was her story. She had mentioned
no name except that Of father, mother, and
the endearing appellations OF brother Geo.
Willie. &c. Both Of the women were
crying bitterly. The fashionably dressed
lady turned her face towards the river,
that her tears, at such crowded and I'M
usual place. might not be observed She
requested Us to take her two boys-George
and Willie, she called ,hem-by the hand,
to keep them from danger, and then, putting
her arm around the neck Of the poor, friend
less, wandering orphan stranger, said +.
" You are my own sister. am Lizzie. :
These two beings. children Of The same
parents, how different have been their paths,
and how deep their suffering We have
seen them since. We have seen them to-
gether in Lizzie's carriage, driving along
Lake street. They are doubtless as happy
as their bereaveu,en.s, relieved only by the
consciousness Of duty faithfully performed.
can permit. But while the suffering OF
tina, father and mother may be family known
from the story of the daughter, what must
have been the mental agony of that other
daughter, unkindly banished from her
mothers side. and driven out into the
world without fathers blessing! What
must have been her grief when her letters,
written from a prosperous city, from the
house of her wealthy and kind husband,
telling them Of her success, and the birth
Of her children, were unno,iced and un-
answ cred She must have felt that indeed
the hearts Of that father and mother, her
sister and brothers mast have been harden
ed against her. We will say no more
That scene will live in our memory while
we can remember the pure and holy love oil
father, mother, and kindred.