The weekly Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1854-1861, 1855-04-18
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Taithflal Forever.

II Is a dear delight for the soul to have
trust in the faith Of another. It makes
pillow of softness for the cheek which i!
burning with tears and the touch of pain
1t poufs a balm into the very source Of sor
row. It is hope undeferred, fowery
seclusion into which the mind, when weary
of sadness, may retreat for a caress of con
slant loye--a warmth in the clasp of friend
ship forever lingering on the hand; con
soling voice that dwells as with an eterna
echo on the ear; dew of mercy falling on
the bruised and troubled hearts of this
world, Bereavements and wishes long
withheld descend sometimes as Christening
griefs upon our nature, but there is no sol.
ace to the bitterness of broken faith.
Jennie was the morning star to my life.
Long before trod the many wide deserts
of the world, pledged my hope to her
She was so young that my affection came
fresh as dew upon her heart. She was
gentle to me, and tender and fond, and some
times / thought that she, loved me less for
my sake than for the sake Of love. So
watched the opening bloom of her mind. -
4 wonder what springs of truth were burst
ing there, to make her q Joy and a blessing
on earth. / knew that every pulse was
warm with sacred love; but It was not then
that learned all the deep and abounding
faith--faith that had its home inIthe heart Of
my Jennie. S .5.. i...s .e,,.s.s
Jennie was slim and graceful. with a
fight step and gentle dignity Of demeanor,
which with her joyful ways, was like the
freshness. of shade near sunny place.
Her face was fair, with sometimes q pen
tsive expression; it was a good, loving face,
with soft. blue, floating eyes, full Of beauty
and tender thought. A smile always play
I'd on her lips-not forever Of gladness, but
Of charity and content and trust in the fu-
ture to, which her hope was turned. And
often a. song poured through her lips, as
though some happy bird were nestled in
het bosom, and sang with breath its hymns
of delight in the joys Of life. 5. 4 ~ .
u I. All this did Jennie seem to me, aud more
than this she was, and she loved me, and
I was confident in her affections. For
was then young, and my heart was warm
and my hope was strong, was buoyant as
the brseze, and my life.was for years per.
pstuai summer days. It was the time when
shs pure springs of nature had not been
visited among the tickle and the cold; it
,swsasthe golden season Whentrustis thecom-
panion II truth; i was the fret haryestwhich
gamers into the bosom those thoughts and
emotions amid which a. on a bed Of fow-
.,sfd; s.hops clings, feeding like bee.
The heart Of Jennie was as deeply stirred,
a..bns hst soul was more serene than mine.
There was afearfut storm in Europe.
keaarnd OF q grim tyrants sitting on thrones.
-swhsHcs they gave their commands tbear-
xnies, which marched to the east and to the
west, and tore up the vineyards. and trod
dpwn the gardenss pnd blottsd cut the peace
s.ofsthe world. Anon. there came runlofs ct
e mighty host that had melted away IN the
n0stt, snd gluttsd with IT, blood the Rus-
| kian snows. .9sssp saest
st.s Then there came 4 strong ambition into
T. Z iny h, mind. MY blood became hot. a ca-
lsghisous frenzy fillsd my brain. The mans
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