Grand River times. [volume] (Grand Haven, Mich.) 1851-18??, 1856-06-18
For the Grand River Times.
THE ROSE BUD.

with her little daughter-a sweet child of six
the warm beams of the departing sun nest
led lovingly on the rich green, and the balmy
air was fragrant with the breath of flowers.
The pale sufferer strolled on among the
flowers she loved-the flowers she planted
with her own hand. Many weeks had passed
since she had visited her garden; and now
she saw welcoming smile and friendly
greeting in each tiny fowret.
Her little daughter ran among the flowers;
each one had history of its own which she
related. The mother listened, and happy,
cheerful smile rested on her pale features.
"Mama, love that large white rose more
than all the rest Of the flowers; it seems SO
much like you; so white, and then it trembles
when all the other flowers are STILL"
A long, deep sigh was borne past her on
the zephyr's wings, but the child heard it not;
she was kneeling beside the pale, white rose.
"Oh, mama! do come quick Here is
nice little bud, almost hid by the large rose
This little bud is the big flowers babe!" and
she danced around it joyfully.
The mother approached, laying her thin
hand on the sunny locks Of her little girl, and
said mournfully, while the warm tears cours-
ed freely down her wan cheek, Sand you are
my little rose bud darling"
The child gently parted the leaves that
her mother might see the little bud; but in
SO doing hes hand came in contact with the
pale white rose, and the delicate leaves
were scattered on the ground at their feet.
Then the child looked up into her mothers
face, and seeing her tears, exclaimed passion
ately ooh, mama! do not cry for the poor
white rose; will take care of the little bud,
and you will have another flower pretty soonl"
The mother kneeled before the wondering
child. Her hands were clasped in the agony
of prayer She saw her fate in that of the
pale, white rose She knew that death was
near but her earth-bound soul fingered around
her child, oh, how fondly 1T was a moment
of deep anguish, but the Christian trumphed.
The mother pressed her darling to her bosom.
"My child" said she, 81 God will take care of
you, my sweet rose bud, when your mother
lies withered and dead, like this pale rose,
He will never leave you, nor forsake you
The good mother fingered but few days.
The angel of God found her willing soul wait
ing to pass deaths awful flood, and be forever
at rest. The little rose bud" was left alone
to the tender mercies and loving kindness of
the Orphans Friend.
DIALOGUE Reported by a Spirit
"Whats become of your two sons, Mrs.
Dipper?"
"Gone away from me altogether--both
i'll the house of crackshins p
I "House of Correction. What for"
90! they travelled too much. Went all
over the world and into the wars and out of
the wars, and"
"What wars?" Mrs. Dipper.
"Why, you see, Jim he went to the Text
Gus war and fought the Texicusses, and John
went to the Mexicus war and fit them Mexi-
cusses. They took cruise to Vera Cruz,
to Santa Cruz and all the crews. They fit
, up and they fit down, doing this thing and
} that thing and nothing all the time. First
} they were guards, and then blackguards, and
now they are of no regard. Dear me"
LORD RAeLAN's FORTHCOMING through
a street in May Fair, the other day, my at
tention was attracted by pretty white pony
being led along the pavement by groom.
Presently l was surprised to see the pony
mount the steps of one of the houses and en-
ter through the door into the hall. On COM
, ing up to see what was going on, found a
young lady embracing the ponys neck, and
talking to it in terms of endearment What
did all this mean? determined to make
inquiries of the groom. / found that the
young lady had seen was Miss Fitzroy
Somerset, daughter of the late Lord Raglan
and that the pony was the identical horse
upon which Lord Raglan rode before Sebas-
. topol. al take the pony up to her every
morning." said the man; "she is very fond
|, of it, and feeds and kisses it like baby-it
was her fathers, you see."
: Ladies, distinguished doctor in Great
8 Britain, has announced his belief that the fash
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