The Union and eastern journal. [volume] (Biddeford [Me.]) 1854-1858, 1855-04-20
How Buds will not Bloom without Air.
MORAL APPLICABLE IL cousr,r 4sp CIT.

CONTAINING MORAL APPLICABLE II cousr,r AID CIT.
"Dear mamma please 10 let me 90 with
you 10 day! II is SO long since I was out,
and the sun looks very, very warm and
bright, and. only think mamma, | saw ono
little bird 10 day, and you said when the
birds came should CO."
''It is Too chilly for you 10 20 YET, darling,
and yon have not quite lost your cold" laid
the mother, languidly, and then, closing Tho
door, rePc etcd To tho g,rl her cors,an, order
not 10 let Miss ALICE 20 out Of the nursery,
as she was in a burning fever; and wonder.
ing what could give the child such n Ten.
dchoy - oolds, sha seated herself in her
carriage, and nodding gaily 10 the flushed.
en,realing face at the nursery window. was
soon deeply engaged IN making morning
calls.
Let US return 10 the nursery, where still
sits the little one at the window eager.
ly watching The children rs they pa.s,-
some returning from school, some with
baskets picking up lillle pieces OF nobody
knows what, and others out for walk
all well and apparently happy. And she
wonders why II is any more necessary for
her than for them, TO stay in n single room
all day for fear OF catching co!d,-not BUT
the nursery is a very pleasant and pretty
room,-not but she has every thing money
can purchase 10 make her happy, but The
pleasure tha, her child nature most Graves
and longs for, the pnre fresh air, is denied
her. She is KEEP, in room no, enouoh t,o
kill any adult IL constantly confined there
as sho has been for weeks.
1--we pass over few days, we see the
same lady, by the side Of lille bed her
eyes swollen with weeping. The lille suf.
ferer II contains is now beyond The reach OF
care or hope. The free air Of heaven for
which she pined: the affection OF a mother
who has here offered an awful sacrifice 10
blind and murdsrous custom; neither can
aid her now in wiihsiandng the grea, Con.
querer. Fixing her large eyes first on tho
blue sky and then on her mother she asks
I" Are there flowers in Heaven, dear mama"
The though ofihe sweet bud she is about
10 lose mingles in and inspires a tender
eyes" "Then would like TO die, for Gop
would lei me live oul among them, and [
should be happy; but why do you cry,
mother! am better now-please take me
10 the window, dear mamma" and, with her
eyes fixed on the clear brigh, sky, her spirit
takes its highi,--anolher seed sown-anolh.
or flower to blossom In the garden ofheayen.
Yes, and another added TO The number Of
little ones whose feeble frames cannot bear
the close and heated atmosphere Of our hot.
house nurscries--who visit earth from an
upper sphere, only long enough 10 find us
so engrossed with The gods Of this, as 10 cas-,
from Us, most recklessly and harshly, tho
angels WHO would beguile Us unawares 10
a holier and truer life. Another bud choked
from its STEM, that nigh, have lived and
bloomed. Another infant death 10 be 70.
corded-anoiher narrow home preparcd.-
Another little mound 10 be raised, on which
lardy affection shall plant and the wide
heaven shall perfec, flowers whose every
petal should be enough 10 point US 10 our
folly; whose every leaf and ,wig shall free.
ly wave in The breath Of tho passing wind.
rs II mocking the relic Of frail humanity
beneath. Alas, Il conld only find in death.
4 more III ventilated home than !, had had
in lie. The grave Is alone poen, 10 sup-
cesi greater satire upon our roasled civ.
ilizalion, than does every days existence!
BESSIE,