The Cadiz Democratic sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1854-1864, 1855-03-21
VOLUME 21, NO. AZ.

well spring Of that heart beneath. SO we
threw our arms around her, and sobbed with
out word.
We knew very well thot the youg clergy
man whose Sunday sermons and gentle
admonitions hod won all hearts, had been
for months weekly visitor to our FIRE side
circle. With baby George on his knee,
and deorgie's brother and sisters clus-
tered about him, he had sat through
many an evening, charming the hours away
until the clock startled us with its unwelcome
8 O'Clock warning, aud the softly spoken re-
minder. Girls, it is bed time, woke more
than one stiAed sigh of regret. Then sister
Ellen must go with US to lay George in his
little bed. TO hear him and Annette repeat
the evening prayer and hymn, her lips had
taught them;to comb the long brown braids
Of Emily's head, to rob Arthur of the story
book, over which be would have squander-
ed the midnight night oil and to breathe a
kiss and a blessing over the pillow of each
other sister, as she tucked the warm blank
cts tenderly around them.
We didnot know how often Of late she
had stolen down again, from these sisterly
duties after our sisters were locked in sleep;
or if our eyes and ears have ever been open
to the fact we could not have suspected the.
minister to be guilty Of such plot against
our peace III at name was associated, in
our minds, with all that was superhuman
The greyhaired pastor, who had gone to
his grave six months previous, had sat as
frequently in that oaken arm chair, and
talked with us. We had loved him as a
father and friend, and had almost worship.
| ped him as the embodiment Of all attainable
goodness. And when Mr.. Neville came
among us with his high forehead, and soul
kindled eye we had thought his face also
the face of an angep--too glorious for the
print ofmoral passion. Especially, after,
in answer to an urgent call from the people
among them or anywhere on his natiN 6
shore; that he only waited the guidance of
Providence to a home in foreign clime.--
After his much bewailed disclosure of his
plans, we placed our favorite preacher on
high pinnacle Of saintship
But sister Ellen was to be married
and married to Mr. Neville. And then,
| 'Oh, sister, you are going away to IndiaH
burst from our lips with fresh gush Of
sobs
was the first who looked up into EiIen's
troubled face. 1t was heaying with emo
ton that rufl9d its caImness, as the tide ruff
hes the sea. Her lips were firmly compress
sed, her eyes were fixed on some distant
dream glassed with two tears that stood still
in their chalices forbidden to fall. almost
hembled as caught her glance.
Sister! Agnss--EmilyP she exclaimed,
in husky whisper. Hush! be calm!
Don't break my heart, do | love him less
than
The effort was too much the words died
on her lips. We fitted her to bed, fright
ened into forgetfu'ness Of her own grief
We soothed her, until she, too, wept freely
and passionately and in weeping grew
strong for the sacrifice to VIII ch she had
pledged her heart.
/ We never spoke another word Of remon-
STRANGE to her tender heart, though often,
in the few months that fitted by us togsth.
err we used to choke with sobbing in some
speech that limited to the coming separation
and hurry from her presence to cry alone
Our mother had told US the tidings with
white lips That qnivered senderly and sadly.
NoIlove is SO uniformly unselfsh as moth
er's surely; for though she leaned on Ellen
as the strong staff of her declining years
she sorrowed not as we did, that she was
going. She too, was happy in the thought
that her child had found that'pearl of price
in the cold and evil world--a true, noble,
loving heart to guide and protect her.
Father sat silent inthe chimney corner,
reading in the family Bible. He was look
ing farther than any of us--to the peiils
that would environ his dearest daughter,
and the prvations that would come upon
her young life'in that unhealthy, uncivil-
lied corner of the globe whittier she was
going. Both our parents dedicated their
children to God; and they would not even
cast shadow on the path Of self sacrifice
and duty their darling had chosen.
. Tocome down to the unromantic little de.
tails Of wedding preparations;how we stitch
cd and trimmed, packed and prepared
!, stoned raising with tears in our eyes and
seasoned wedding cake with sighs. But
their Is little use thinking over these things
? Ellen was first and foremost in all, as she
: always had been in any emergency, great
orsmall. Nothing could be made without
her. Even the brides cake was taken from
the oven by her own fair hands, because nc
? one, servant, sister, or even mother. was
willing to run the risk Of burning sister III.
i lens brides cake; and she knew lust how
to bake.
We were not left alone In orr labors. for
4 Ellen had been loved bv mara than al .