True American. [volume] (Steubenville [Ohio]) 1855-1861, 1855-03-22

ones, those that reach hithef add thitRers I
encompassing all mankind; no, but down
closer, nearer, the first chord that wound
round the hearts core-gently removing
the cherished idol, lest it should come be-
tween life and heaven.
oh when our twining love no more
NJ ay TO its idol cling,
What kindly power into the heart
Shall breeze or sunshine bring"
There are times when sickness comes,
with the wild Simoon's power, devastating
all within its reach-not content with des-
troying the outer temple-laying in waste
the soul lit eye and speaking features, but
runs riot with the intellect, bringing WIS.,
ions of terror in sleeping and waking mo-
ments; when the limbs throw off all res
traint, and toss wildly in answer to the
racking pain, until even those who wor-
shipped at the shrine in former days, are
first to pray for the spirits removal. But
not in such guise came death to the fair
child of Allan Everard.
There is a gradual melting Of the ice on
the clear bosom of the lake, when the
springtide sun beams on it, sparkling many
a hidden jewel, and bring to light radiant
hues, fading so slowly that even decay is
sweet to look upon-and as such came the
destroyer to the cottage gem. There was
no agony of pain-nothing to mark the
steps of approaching death but a brighter
sparkle in the eye, and fever flush on the
cheek-something so beautiful, the heart
could have blessed the angel whose wings
were cnfolding the loved. Oh! how
blessed to die thus, like flowers, yielding
fragrance with their latest breath, sinking
slowly away to the haven rest, where there
is nought but joy, fadeless and ever endu-
ring happiness-where none can say, 81
am weary" And this was the fair boys
portion. lie had sported by the gurgling
wavelets, where the bright sunshine play
ed; he had listened to the song of birds,
} when the very air he breathed seemed full
: of melody: he had heard the silver tink,
ling of fower-bels, and seen in the dusky
twilight, the bright stars in radiant splen
} dor: and now, when flowers had folded
: their leaves, and birds sought the leafy
! trees, like them, he was only going home
1t was eventide again, and Edward Ey
Q erard slept calmly upon his father bosom
: scarcely less fair than when a mother
Q heart had been the resting-place. Through
5 the transparent skin could be seen the del
icate tracery of every vein, that still lee
life blood through the limbs. Time hat
s robbed the features of few dimples, ye
+ left much of infantine beauty, enhancin!
}, it by the sweet reposc discernable, Will
: the long eyc,lashes rested on the cheek
c their golden hues forming pleasing cor
v trast to its lilly whitcness. The evenin
n breath crept idly through the lattice wiz
e dow, bringing fragrance in every step, an
# gently playing with the silken hair of tn
II sleeper. Minutes and hours were born
d on times restless wing yet the chill
: slumbercd, while the father gazcd upo
him, feeling how little would be left whe
d his child was gone-striving to keep bac
m painful and indistinct thoughts of the pas
y There was sound-a sweet, yet pail
d, full sound-aoating through the apartment
OF unlocking the prison door of his hear
er bidding the tumultuous feelings rush fort
without thought Or Order-a simple wol
" expressing the hidden yearning of years
le word waking unutterable love, that prit
~ had vainly tried to destroy-oh, strange
d should have such power now
iS There have been times when the fac
y of those we loved changed to us fearful
PS' when some cold feeling taught the e.
~ to glance scornfully, the brows to kr
~ sternly, and the features to dissemble Il
" real sentiments of the heart-aye, ev'
led the pure lips, that we once thoug
on never could deceive, to wreathe tlemselv
sc n false smiles, glittering like the refecti
to of sunlight on glass; all these may
nc taught, and 50 skilfully acted upon til
ly we turn away sick at heart, longing wi
h, our inncrmost thoughts never to meet t
ne wreck of our high hopes. And yet it m
nc hide bursting, loving heart beneath
ay heart that hath drank deeply, the bitt
'ni waters of life, until deception, alike
10 friend and foe, becomes from very distru
asecond nature but there are hours wh
he the blessed portals ct sleep close, shutti
te the outer world from the inner; and