Plymouth advertiser. [volume] (Plymouth, Ohio) 1853-1988, 1855-09-01


YOU have bad her sterner heart, and strong a
er to resist, than was Luciier, the star oil a
the morning? o
One winter Sunday the old man came
alone to the church door, aud sat alone IN '
his pew, and his stout frame shuddered ,
with agony as he stood in prayer. Aud
all the cong egation was silent and full oil
woe, for all knew that she was lost. 1t
was as if each family had lost child, so
we'll beloved had she been Of all. And
when the pastor had prayed, humbly and
with broken voice, for the deceived, the
erring. the wandering, sob from one who
loved her too well broke the solemn sill
ence, and then a wall of sorror-thst low,
hushed, half suppressed moan OF anguish
which lou have heard-arose in all the
house, and the old pastorpaused and wept.
A year dragged its slow length along;
and when another winter was on the val
lev, and when the old man sat in his accus'
toned chair, gazing vacantly into the fire
light fickered on his hearth, and when
the ruddy smbers glowed on the cheerful
walls all through the valley, and in one
large house, mile down the road, all the
young people were gathered for an even
ing of winter merrimcnt ; and whle the
cold, calm moon, the ever changing hy-
pocritical moon, that smiles the same on
iov or woe, on calm or whirlwind, shone
on the cold and quiet country road-shs,
the gentle child on whom no wind breath
ed roughly, clad in thin garments, with a
ragged shawl wound sround her graceful
shoulders and her bare white arms-the
beloved child of hundred homes in that
valley, the best alorcl of an old mans
heart, whom God messengers long wait
ed to take home to Him-she was walk
ing slowly, icebly by houses that would
:. have opened every door to her, by the
great house wherein she should have been
gayest, brightest, purest of all that night
and whose sounds of joy sank like
: weight in her soul, and made her step pmor'
feeble, more heavy, by the old church AM
graveyard where her mother lay--sh
thanked God for it, in undisturbed slun
bcr-slowly, painfully on the slipper,
track of the sleighs, writhing aud turning
H. her small feet on the rouGhness on whlc
g, she slipped, and twice, yes, twice falln:
We in the road, and nothing needing it. risin
to to go on her homeward way, until sh
H. stood on the porch before that dear OIL
l a home, and trembled now, for the first tim
W, lest home was no more hers forever.
Wy Did ! say she stood When the ol
Jus man, startled by the feeble rap at ths doc
by went to open it, he foand her lying on tt
in threshold with her lips pressed to II
8 ] worn old boards. He lifted her, he ca
lti- ried her in his arms, into the large room
scd and fell into his firm embrace. lie callI
her by all the dear names she had a
vas swcred to in years now gone he KISS
au- her thin lips, her white and sunken ter
and pes, ler pale cheeks, and yet she NOV
ile, not, stirred not, answered nothing. >
my never spoke again. Once-and but ono
,wn toward the morning after that night, VIII
the she still Jay in the old mans arms,
acre there he sat all night long and held her
1t once she opened her eyes, her soft bro'
ked eyes, and gazed with unutterable tondn'
The into his. A dream of peace was IN
tl.e soul, and as she saw him she smiled, a
ds | that smile was the radiant presence OF
|, in angel that carried her away.
with And when the cold morning dawned
-. the white eastern hills, she lay in his arl
still, calm beautiful, dead
view We buried her on Sunday morning
and remember it well. She was brought
trees to the church, and she lay motionless
less, fore the pulpit. where she had been b
White tized Just eighteen years before-her CT
lin face upturned to the Heaven we tru:
the she had found. We tried to sing, and
very but sob the broken measures Of gr
my old hymn. We tried to pray, but
.ir so pastors voice was weak, and, in the
was dibe sobs of the congregation, his bro
and accents were almost unheard. We
lmily ried her out to the grave, and the bea
would have taken the cords to let
n, the precious burden down into its cold, {
ound, place, they trembled and refused the tt
were and one of them, a young man, knel
than the ground by the low bier, and kisse(
ound- rough boards that now enclosed the
ly on his arms had longed to enfold.
4 one So it was all over, and that night
very snow fell fast on village and field, on
It was and grave. And o-night-though t
-on ty years have passed since then-to-1
ad so habe seen her face, have heard her n
ighcst | write it here, Emily Duncan, the
srrible time, perhaps, that it will be write,
epose, earth. Let lis trust in God we shall
folded day see it written elsewhere in chara
of the of light.
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ear us better nan -. eu :,
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in our RED you w nose was Tue oah,hs
nioht whose the plS-tf0uSn, WHOSE the II