The Westerly echo, & Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1854-1858, 1855-11-15

fondness had had zoe been pressed to
that dear bosom, now cold in death -
Oh, how could / for q moment cherish
unkind feelings towards him who had
shared with me those parents holy love.
i vept-and kneeling there in the dim
twilight, asked my Heavenly Father to
forgive MY trespasses, and to forgive
them as l then and there forgave all
those who trespassed against me
arose from my knees, happier than ]
had been for years longed to seal
my resolutions with full and free con-
fession of my conduct to my brother,
and hear his assurance of forgiveness
longed to greet him with loving kiss,
and feel bis warm embrace. A carriage
stopped at the gate-I stepped forth to
meet my brother, but as Anna brushed
by me, I paused and waited to allow her
an opportunity to greet him first 1t
was with a look of disappointment that
she mst-not her husband, but middle
aged stranger, with fine, benevolent
.countenance, who introduced himself as
Rev. Mr.. Bland, a friend of her pastor,
who had gone south on visit, and left
him to attend to his parish, during his
absence.
Ny dear madam, ysu would not be
surprised to hear that Mr.. Malcom is
quite i'll y
'Oh, how did you hear' Where ii
he' l must 60 to him immediately
Calm yourself, my friend /; our af
flictions are dealt out to US by a gentle
hand
Tell me the worst said Anna, in
tcrrupting him, for she OWNED the cause
of his visit, and felt that he was conceal
ing something from her Gently he
broke the sad tidings to her ; my brother
was dead An accident upon the rail-
road that afternoon had proved fatal to
several passengers, and Mr.. Bland, who
had formed an acquaintance with George
during their journey, had taken upor
himself the task of bringing the unwel
come news to the bereaved family. Th'
remains Of my poor brother were brough
home that night, and it was fitting tina
1 should give place to those nearer AM
dsarer, beside him then.
Oh, Paulina, | cannot describe IN,
grief--I cannot tell you, how, through
the long night, lay beside his shroude'
form, in that dark parlor, after his poo
wife had been borne insensible to hel
room-how l tvined his dark curl'
around my fingers, and kissed his beau
tiful brow, and cheeks, and lips, and
thrust my hand again and again into bis
bosom, longing to feel one throb of that
still, cold heart-how wildly poured
my entreaties into that deaf ear, that he
would awaken, if but for moment, ant
speak enc word of pardon for my cruelt,
one kind word Of comfort to my ago
nizing heart Oh, how bitter was m.
self-reproach how keenly felt ever,
unkind word l had ever spoken to th,
departed Oh, how every recollection
of his kindness and foroearance stunne,
mo to the quick my sorrow was dee
and bitter and when, on the following
day, We followed bis remains to thei
last resting place, though did not wall
as chief mourner, yet know that not
heart there mourned as did mine. Hi
gentle wife had no memory of unkin'
words, and bitterness of feeling, to tea
her bleeding heart with remorse. Oh
what would have given for her limo
cence tnerO At last the ceremonie
were over, and saw the cofined form
let down into its narrow house, and
could not be persuaded to leave the spoj
till the earth was replaced, and the turl
rounded over the bosom of my brother.
Sister at the grave you will for
getp Oh, how recalled his last words,
bis tone, his look, at parting Yes,
and at the grave l did forget, yet, oh |!
myself I could never forgive my own
deeds could not forget Oh, Paulina.
never cherish feeling of anger aud re-
sentiment of injury toward any one
never cherish a remembrance of anoth-
-er's faults-receive the acknowledge
menn Of penitent sister, or brother
forgive the wsakness-forget the wound
it made for tell you, that bitter in
deed is the memory of cherished wrong
when you stand BY the still form Of the
departed I!
AT the grave, We forgive and forget!