True American. [volume] (Steubenville [Ohio]) 1855-1861, 1855-03-29
STEUBENVILLE, OHIO, THURSDAY MARCH %, 1856.

,, OHlO, THURSDAY, j
God forgive you evn as / do Now, in
his bereavement, his heart would be less
proud, and he would not refuse her the
only boon she asked-and their When
death came, she could seek her child's
grave, and, leaning her tlirobbing head on
the GRASSY mound, sink into dreamlcss
quiet. Many a time did her strength
well nigh fail her, but well she knew the
race was not to the swift, nor the battle to
the strong; and this thought gave her
new strength each day; but when at last
Roscdell was reached, it seemed as if she
could lay down and sleep forever in the
grand old woods. Oh, how beautiful,
though tall, dark trees looked, and the
wind swept through the leafy branches
melodiously, and the rivulet trilled along
with low, gushing song. Through an
opening CLEANED the vine-clad cottage,
but her eyes grew dim when she gazed
upon it, and sadly she turned away, feel
ing deeper than ever her own unworthi-
ness. Then she bathed her heated brow
from the limpid stream, and sat down to
rest on Il mossy stone. There cleaned
bright sparks before her eyes, and half in
sensibly soft dreaminess stole over her
spirit--a moment, and she was asleep
The birds sang lower, and the winds
breathcd softer, as if they would fain have
comforted her.
Allan Everard stood by his dying child,
watching anxiously miser-like
each golden sand in the cup of life-ga-
zing wistfully on thesfair boy, as if he
would have held him back i'll fund pas
sionate embrace from the tyrant DEATH
Hc had schooled his heart for parting
calmly the words, emo hope," had fallen
on his car and he had looked on his
childs' wasted face, knowing he must die !;
and now, when the hour of parting had
come, convulsively he clung to the last
vestige. Oh no ! his fair boy must not
dic-hc could not be left all, all alone, and
as he paced the floor, he felt he had put
from him the clear blue sky, and clung to
the gorgeous rainbow-the bright, beauti-
full, but evancscent semblance
Brightly shone the sun-merrily sang
the birds-gladly danced the butterfly on
the wayward breeze, and the flowers shook
their cups together, scattering floods Of
fragrance all around; all without was glad,
but within the father sadly watched his
dying child. .,.
"Father !" and the suffering man star
ted from his reverie, and gazing upon his
child said, "what, dearest?'
"Father," continued the boy, and his
tones were hardly more than bird-like
whisper, "whcn I AM gone, you will be
very sad and lionel ely-thero will be none
left to walk with you in the forest, Or read
to you-no one to love-you will be all
alone" '.." ,. ..
M know it," murmurcd the father, ~
shall be very lonely-would I too, could
die"
ono, father" and strange light shone
on the pallid face, "not yet, but when
am gone, and you feel this utter desolation
will you not seek my mother, and tell hel
how we have watched and prayed for he,
that we never forgot her, and that il
heaven I will plead for her still2 Per
haps she, too, is praying for us; will you
not do this for my sake, father ?"
$50 help me God, I will seek her, ant
tell her all-bring her back to her cottag,
home, and never more shall she know sor
row; and his stern nature bent to the low
of a simple child. ro .'w. .
And the boy looked love unutterable
while his thin lips essayed to speak, bu
! their strength was failing fast. Oh
beautiful he seemed as he lay dying; bu
must she, for whom ho had breathed hi
last request, linger until the spirit was en-
tirely gone--nevermore gaze in those Ii
quid eyes--never feel his warm kiss, ant
hear him say, "mOther.?" No., not 81
was it to be. There was q speck in thu
sky, tiny cloud, and larger larger i
grew, until the mid heaven was reached
and the sun darkcned. Fitfully did tn
}. wind beat against the easement among tn,
rich clustering vines, making the very al
| of the room redolent with balmy fragrance
, and slowly came the large drops of rail
/, pattering on the window sill, and rebound
| ing on the gravel walks. Faster it came
y mingled with the roar of heavens artillery