True American. [volume] (Steubenville [Ohio]) 1855-1861, 1855-09-19
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..ssTEFUBENYILLE, OHIO, WEDNESDAY SEPT IS, 1855.

silver the backs Of the chairs and in the
half darkness, fear came over me, 5II
could not endure the stiffness and the
ghostly moonlight, 50, | seized my bonnet
and followed Aunt Hannah as rapidly as,
my trembling limbs would permit: \ n
/ shall never cease to remember the
scene which presented itself as ! entered
the ered house. Mrs Willard was sitting
in chair in one corner Of the long, old.
fashioned parlor, her head resting on Aunt unit
Hannah s bosom, who wasstriving to wipe
away the current Of blood which issued
from her white lips. Harry 8 words were
but too true His mother was dying Of
sudden helnorrhage at the lungs,
But once the dim eyes unclcsed, and the
cold fingers moved conyulsiyely Harry
gasped the dying woman, as the boy blri-,
cd his head, with d heart-breaking sob, in
her lap, i am going home. oh, God,
forget not thy covenant with the father
less 7 4 Again, the cold fingers moved con
yulsiyely amid his brown curls; there was
q faint sigh; the head leaned more heayi-
|ly on Aunt: Hannah. Harry Willard was
motherless II
Two days later, they buried Mrs. Will
ard. It was q pleasant autumn day, and
the winds sighedthrough thetangled grass
Of the church-yard, and the. sunbeams
glintcd brightly along the marble, where
| Harry's mother was laid down to that
slumber which no sunlight could ever wa
ken. Poor Harry! He did not weep then;
but he stood there, his whole frame quiv-
ering like a wind broken bough, when the
clods ratified on the coffin. .S
There wasa corner inthat, same church
ward to which Aunt Hannah and / glaGe
ed often through our tears for there, un
der those dropping willows, with ttHhleel thel
white hands folded calmly over their hearts
Inv father and mother. were sleeping tina
sleep which knows no earthly waking. 4
\ We could not dissuade Harry from sleep
ing at the house just down the road /;
but he past most Of the week subsequent
Ito his mothers death at our cottage. IL
4 grew calmer every day; but none VIII
looked in the boys sad eye could doubt Q
7, the great sheartacbe' beneath them.
4 One morning, he came over as usual Sa
and told my aunt that he had resolved T
!, leave the village, now that he had no 70 rel
atives chow his voice trembled) , to kee
4 him there. iisI 4
1t was all useless trying TO dissuadef M hlI
! from this, for the boys heart was set Q
t going and he said he had lain awake, !
I the loneliness and darkness Of the re
!, house, thinking how he would carve ou ou
his own fortune SO, at last aunt Hanna Hanna
/, ceased her verbal opposition, and set hell q
{ self about preparing the boys wardro't Td'
4 for his journey; and disposed to the the b be'
+ advantage Of his mothers simple furn frl n
K ture. t3S} M n
/, 1t was an October morning! The gre'
! fruit7laden branches were dipping dow
edward, almost within our reach, when Ha
g|ry Willard and / stood under them forlti
last time. FSSs " \
u sYou will not quite forget me, Harry
s / SAID, swallowing down the sob that "
lin my throat, when you are 50 far ava. NV !.
!: and you will think sometimes Of they
y age school, and the garden, and the 9
i trees where we used to osit; won't you
It'll aForget you, Ally !! and his arm. v
81 drawn around my waist, and the broy
nleyes looked earnestly almostrepr h11ll
!, into mine you, whom \ love better tn
anybody in the world, now mamma N ANNA
81 gone Oh, Ally, ! shall be lying pnd
Of the grass, as deep and as still as she
this pleasant morning, before I can fore
in you and aunt Hannah, and all, your KIN
d ness TO me, q poor little fpthsrless friep
Hess boy Ally, I have passed the III ha Z
al pisst hours Of my lifewitb you; and no
ID won't you give me one lof those long Gu
IL that has lain for years against 3ourlchee
s., And i viii place it on my heart and
I'll viii: keep italaays warm for you Do
nt cry, Ally, dear forthe teafswere drii
se ing down my cheeks, as Itook aunt H'
ny nah' s garden scissors, which she had IN
vcrtentlyleft on d rustic bench under !
ii, tree, and severed the tres, < " Y
Cd t'Hll como back ITO youwhenI | ye gro
be Ito be ssomsbQay you'll be proud cf;;'' /
his fcrmx x7ilated. But hprk There col
on the stage, and aunt Hannah d IS s calling
th and the tears trickled on his hcayylasE