The Cedar County advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Iowa) 1853-1856, 1855-07-11


"No, no.let mo stay! Mother isn't
hess. and shall be afraid in the dark
cellar now;' and little Claude elung
wildly to his mothers grave.
"iou will be alone here, child, and
cold, and it will be dark too"
But can see the stars, and she is
.here--she told me she was going 10
heaven. za.. aassl. ... - ayg
| Come with me, little boy. I will
love and care for you, poor child" and
he lifted the lonely one in his arms, and
bore him to his own hreside. The good
old sections wife Sep., as she listened to
his simple tale Of sorrow, and held him
in Ler arms, till he sank wearly to sleep.
when they laid him down to rest, and
blessed God in their hearts, ,ha, they
could shelter poor, stray lamb. They
kissed the sleeping boy, and prayer
Wen. up, that the God oil the iatherless.
would guard, aud shield him from the
power OF harm. The old sexton, ana
his wife, Aunt Nelly, had tasted the
dregs OF sorrow. They had loved and
cherished an oaly daughter as their owl.
hearts blood, ana wept with broken spir-
It's, as she left her childhood's home, and
tenderness, Tor others love and guardi-
anship. They had cl.sped her tcarlully
as she came lack 10 them, with q crushed
heart and b!'ghted hopes. They had
bowed around her dying couch, and list
ened tothe piantlve pleadinss for him
who had won, and broken her young
heart. They had closed her eyes in
de- I'll, aad laid her in the grave, and
then retur ,ed to their lonely home, with
no earthly JOY to tighten the darkeLed
pathway.
"A noble boy to-, in brighter days had
cheereI the hear,-s,Jne; but the dark
waves rolled above him il his ocean
grave, and they wep, as thousands more
have wept. There are tears. and deep
sorrow in many home, Tnere is grief
Il a, we may not gaze upon: aad o, le,
us be wary, lest a ru lie ,ouc'l opca a'resh
some heait-wound
Cluale knew no, yet the world he cas-.
upon. al bright hop WAS it fot the
orphan boy, taa, his mothers spirit was
lingering among the stars. Ft,s br yh,
ness, new bel ty were aided to their
lastfe AL Claal lovel G1l, his dad
mother, md the stars more than ret, -
\ gentle lnfnence was tlHo yn abpu, his
SOUL that, amid all tle hars hn .ss Of sci
ish humanity, woul bind i, o the skies
Long days, and weary nights, aal heart.
pangs were 10 co;nc; anl o., tn deeply
wr'tteu truth. that, "thc heart kn6vet.
It's owa bauerness, h,ngs dar above
the brightest pathway.
P.,ntu. and Sad 10 look upon the young
and mark this Coming consciousness.
Every heart was a chld's h>art olec,
with a the teuder chords, aad deep
weli-springs. Alas! that augh, but tht
swee, music OF kindness should move the
tiny strings, or the hidden waters Of af.
ieellou grow troubled, as year. roll OH.
Claude slambered, and dreamed, unit
the sunshine streamed over the little
couch, aud then awoke, with 4 strang,
loneliness in his heart. Aunt Nelly
caught the sound of sobbing. She s,v
the tears streaming through the claspet
hands, the flushed cheek pressed close tt
the pillow, in helpless grief, and her owl
eyes grew blinded, as she pressed hin
to her bosom, and whispered tenlerl
"pocs chlld, will be your mother.'
"Tw, mothers" SAID Claude thought
fully, as smile parted the cuIverin
ips-"one in Heaven, and you, and
new Joy in his heart, lie forgot the keen
ness OF his sorrow Ere another nigh
closed in, the old sexton's home echoe
with childish song, as it had done befor
death had cast shadow there. Whe
the stars grew bright, Claude knelt b
the window, and gazed long and eagerl
into the sky. He fancied he saw brigt
wings, aud in dreams loved form hun
around him-sweet music filled the all
and spirit voice whispered in the still
e ness o! the night, ''thou art guarded
Years few by, and time marched OF
4 ward. Genius had laid his signi, upo
4 the orphans brow. From the puI
depths of the young soul, beamed forth
i. light of quenchless radiance, and the q
ger started at It's strange, wild beauty, :
d Hidden meath the deep t:nged lashe
y flashed the light OF glorious. beatit
t thoughts. = such as break upon the sou
like sunshine on thick darkness. Claud
= was homeless again.
: The old sexton, with bright hope
cheer him, lad gone down to the grav