Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1855-11-21
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"Hush-Callie is Dying!vo

the warm breath Of the young day was fra
grant with the odor of Southern fowers-ro-
SEES, lilies, violets and morning glories SO
%queenly, the bird Of Paradise might fold its
wings to worship; geraniums, ~jassamines,
and camelias, with their great green glossy
leaves.
All is very silent, and through the open
window comes the low, murmuring tinkle of
the little brooklets cascade playing its only
tune DER strings Of moss and stone. The
mill boy pipes pleasantly, but his heart is
light while yours feel as if weighed down by
a world Of lead for Callie has been sick
these many months standing on the brink of
the grave with Heaven in view.
Her canary sings a gleeful song in his gil
dcd prison and the "mocker' raises his
mimic note higher and higher.
The little sister with yellow curls and eye
Of heavenly blue, now swimming in tears,
shakes her head at the birds and bids them
+" Hush /; Caiie is dgiRg!"
You knew she was dying, and a murmur
was fast rising up from your heart to your
lips against our Heavenly Father for dealing
40 harshly with you but the voice Of the
little sister is like an angels voice, and it
bids you and the birds" HusH."
Your dying idol is lovely as any dream
vision Of n master painter. Nothing could
be purer thar that broad, high brow now
whittier than aught in life nothing could be
brighter than those golden curls damp with
the dews Of death. No wonder you feel like
mourning: but the angel voice speaking thro'
the lips of the little sister bids you-'HUsH."
And she loves you All yes, any ono
can tell that by looking into the deep blue
eyes raised now and then so tenderly to your
own. All there is a great truth there
your Callie-your young, dying wife loves
you.
She bound to you the long-endless life OF
nm angel, when she bowed trembling with
YOU at the Altar and placed her hand in
yours.
Ten long, golden, June like months there
has been an angel walking at your side, OF
sleeping in your bosom,
All this rushes before you like a picture
Of glaring c%olors, and the murmur come:
higher and higher your lips but the ange
voice from the lips Of the little sister bids
you" Ifpsh."
No other embrace but hers ever filed YOU
soul with JOY like that from beyond the stars
no other smile ever shone so unchangingly
rs her smile. She is almost an angel now
and other angels have been singing melodi
GUS sonnets to her all through those pleas
ant days Of June.
She draws you closer her beloved bosom
and in the faintest whisper says" *****,
an almost at the golden gate of Beauty
won't you come bye and bye ?" You try t.
answer her, but the words stick in you
throat-nigher and higher comes the mur
muir to your lips-like stricken Job, you ar
urged to 90 curse God and die" but the an
gel voice from the lips of the little sister bid
you-"Hpsh :"
You hold n cold morsel Of clay to you
hcaying bosom-closer and closer you pres
it, vainly striving to warm it into life; you
lips cling to the cold, damp brow, and the
more than ever you feel resentment boilin
over with bitterness in your heart again'
the Great God, but the angel voice from til
lips Of Callic's little blue eyed sister bic
you Hash!'
cattle is dead! Hush! HushN Htsh!!
Cease awhile, warbling canary, cease :
And iaunty "mocker," break off your tire
le notes and mid chorus rest-peace-l
stiIl--hc still for
Cattle is dead! Hush HUSH! Hush
II little rccks with you whether the 81
shines down upon you bright and clear
thro' n gloomy Wilderness of cloud. s
who loved to gaze with you upon the beau
Of your fertile lands, gazcs with you no MOI
She is above the groonness of your meadow
and above the blueness Of your Bonded ski
You gaze up among the stars but cannot S
her more, and again in your heart you IL
the murmur struggling for utterance, b
the angel voice from the lips Of the little S
ter bids YOU" Hush -
Not many knew Callie, ~*****; no Pre-
dent, King, Prince or Queen had to be cl
sep to fill the place she occupied. But S
was yours-your Callie-your wife-yt
second self-God knows, *****, she v
your all-your all!
And not yours either in all for anotl
had bought her with a price," and at
your short year Of bliss she rests with Alb
ham in Heaven.
You remember the grave they dug for
among the oaks and the naples, and tn
hid her from your eyes that were ain
blind with tears? Well, when June col
again you will find Gods flowers brighten
over it, and the daises, and blue bells,
violcts will look like so many smiling d
pies among the plushy ]greenness! You
doubtless go there and sigh, and weep
ask God in honest prayer if you may
soon clasp the angel brightness ofyour 10
and lost dear Callie in that better land abe
and no aug,cer ,riH come. Then, mayf
your wicked heart may feel its bitter
boiling over again against the ways OF Ill
en-, and tie murmur you have so often stl
gled against will seem to hiss through J
feverish lips, but you pause happily be
it Is uttered for the angel voice thro
the lips Of the little blue eyed sister whls'
in the secret ear Of the Heart" lit
Hush {! HUsu -
Ten Fathoms of Hanniness.