The Ripley advertiser. [volume] (Ripley, Miss.) 1843-1897, 1856-07-10

here-Dora 10 dead or has tainted
See! she il perfectly lifelsss."
Bring her to the window, my son
get some restorative. Al! there's
Mary! Come. Mary, Dora has fain.
ted; come quickly, and unfasten her
Dress"
Mary soon united her stays, whilst
Harry and his father bathed her head
and hands with hearts-horn.
"suddenly AusA
Shot DER hes forehead, and along her lius
And through her cheek the rallied color ran"
Her first words on recovering were;
"My mother! oh. my mothcr!'
'She 10 better. Dora" said Mary
"She still lives to give you her bless.
ing"
"Let me 60 to her." said Dora, ari.
sing and staggering to her, knelt gent.
ly BY her side, saying In quiet tone
"Dcar mother, arc you bettcr?"
"Only for . while-l will not be
with you long" Spite her fortitudc,
the mothers eyes filled with tears, and
her lip quivercd a. she looked uron
the pale, sad face, and fearful eyes Of
her youngest born. Silently she
prayed the Father to give her strength
to boar with christian resignation a
parting from those 90 dear; and He
heard her prayer. "Wherc's my Har.
ry, my first born," said Mrs. Buchan,
her mind seeming to wander, 81 would
like 10 see my cherishcd boy ere go.''
mother" said Harry, bending over
her pillow, 81 am here your Harry
is BY your sidc.p ~
The loved tones of her childs voice
fell gently on the mothers car, touch,
ing the feeble cords Of her wasting
heart with feeling almost akin to
hope. How sweet, how appropriate
some lines ] read not long agony
mother will love mcF So she will
Sad Il 10 for those who listen in vain
for the voice which is hushed and 81
lent in the sgrave-who weep bitter
tears when the rude storms Of life buff
let thclA, and tcmpests. gather darkly
above thcm--when friends are false,
and the first pure love ofthe heart has
been thrown back to them a. worth.
less things--whcn they long in vain
for the one true heart upon which they
wept away the grief Of childhood.
Eyes, my childrcn." said the mother,
"the eands Of life are fast drifting
round mc--soon, very soon, the hand
you clasp now. win be puiseless, and
this body, now warm with life, will be
covered BY the cold sod, and food for
the worms; but when the soul has Ia
ken its flight, what will this form be
but q mass Of fInother earth? '0f dust
thou art, and unto dust thou shalt re.
turn 'Tis thus with the flesh; but
think you the spirit that animated that
flesh, whilst breathing, will pass away
unforgottcn--iningle with the frail
iorM-Per'Sn WIN y! 'No' nc soui
that beams IN tue glowing eye, the
lite that gave motion 70 tue Uod'iikc
iorln' VIII wing Its a'gnt 70 o nigncr
realm, and there d'sembod'ed o. the
vile clay will enjoy till time shall Ds
no more aPeriect DAY Of eternal bliss"
sand will we all 90 TO that happy
place, mother" SAID Dora, III 40 J
would like to 60 win YOU"
"Alas, mol my child; many shall say,
Lord, Lord and lie viii :ay unto
them, away! know you not"
She convcrsed thus TOR some t,mc'
when, becoming exhausted, her hu.-
band administered another cordial,
which reviving her, she again resumed
the conversation. She called each one
to her bedside and gave them some
christian advice.
snow leave me-" said she, alter
pressure ofthc hand u wlsh 70 sleep"