Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1856-02-06
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quiet little room to reflect; you seat your
self beside the cheerful fire aunt Dolly
was thoughtful enough to prepare for you,
and gaze upon the dying embers and think
of the loved ones at home ; instinctively
you get your Bible and open its sacred lids
and read, "Therefore shall a man forsake
father and mother, and cleave unto his
wife, and the twain shall be one fesh,' and
you turn the leaves and muse upon what
you have read-till suddenly your eyes
are arrested by a note directed in the well
known handwriting of your own dear moth.
er, and you tear it open and cad" TbodN
art now about leaving the parental roof for
ever-and oh sad indeed will be our
hearts when thou art no more one of our
happy c~ircle;" tears blind your eyes, but
you read on-"you have been a good daugh
ter and an afectionate sister," and We'll
miss thee, we'll miss thee at home" You
stop to brush away the scalding tears that
course down your cheeks and again you
read,
"My wish for thee, daughter, is that thy way
Be sunny and bright as q calm cloudless day,
That no sorrow may darken thy mornings blue
sky,
No grief dim thy spirit-no t~ear-drop, thine eye"
, Again you weep wildly-and when your
7 heart grows calmer, you go and kneel as you
: have done many a time, beside your moth
: er's knee-and pray-and oh the soott-
ing influences of that prayer-it carries
d your thoughts far beyond this cold world
IS to the home that awaits the finally faithful,
the house of many mansions, prepared for
n all Gods humble followers, and the glori-
! Gus reunion of broken ties on earth-and
10 u your heart is comforted.
Such, dear girls, has been some of ny ex-
is perience since last | wrote ; and you, dear
est Mollie, | know can fully enter into my
e. feelings, for you too, have bid adieu to your
beautiful Aethelingay homeland though
~ tbs sweet to have a kindred spirit to 1--we
ps you is it not hard to sever the ties that
" bound you to home and the loved ones
6g there. Many thanks to thee, dearest Mol
IN lie, for the expression of affection that
OF breathed throughout your last beautiful.
re- letter to the Circle /; I shall treasure i
* away among the rest of my GEMS, and il
me- the long winter evenings shall delight II
muse upon thy warm hearts gushing love
lu- Anu yOu udSC SSCu ILG tCiCNttCUt 1AJO
wn have you Mollie, and find him no DISAGREE
rcd able companion!! Verify a "changc ha
come over the Spirit of your Dreams
nI I have been suspecting for some time b
the was a friend under a different mask-tr.
ace. ing to sound us to see whether we had an
and souls or not. But Mollie, dearest, you al
gh slightly mistaken. "Our Willie it
true, occupies a corner in my heart-au
gun gun was the gayest of the gay, on my brid
nnm eve-but my " liege lord" sports a " pa
for of epauletts, and a flowing plume" al
YOU boasts of having been a Military chiefta
who +" fought bIed and died" (%almost)
said his country's service and a bachelor to
n III tho not an ORIGINAL one.
lpoh And now, dear Jessie, Fredonia, OIL
Hal, and Clifford, with a matronly ali
offer you all a seat in our little sanctum a
ge. a heart warm welcome from each memt
of our circle. Welcome, one and all, a
you, dear Fredonia, child of another elm
lppy in the hearts of freedoms children, a
~ beneath the wide-spreading branches of
nt1I Tree of LihArtu- on naaH- ff1! a. haaes
hose Yes, our own happy America, has 10
all been an ASYLUM for the oppressed Of oil
nations, and tho with steady hand a
,cL,s determined will, true to our ~country's
,thlv terest,-and the principles incuIcated
the gallant founders of Liberty, we wol
no hold the reins-lest the car of Freedom
InAI overthrow, still beneath our star-spang
banner they may find a home, and all tt
heart could wish-civil and religious Ill
ties. And you, Ollie, cnild of the MOI
tains, | welcome you with all my heal
mid and Clifford, you must wear a sum
E wo- brow-remember that God never aff1i
,rt of his children beyond what they able to be
rood 1t is true you touched a tender chord
pells my heart, and awakened its warm sym
she thles in your behalf--but we all have
' the secret sorrows over which to ~pine--for "
with cry heart knoweth its own bitterness"
,bro, thinks it has more than it's W share
But cheer up, the calm which succeeds
lono storm is always sweet. But [ have leng
.artbo' ened my letter out, until | fear the "g
Spirit and the Circle too, will weary Of
les to so adieu for the present.
from Glen Vale, CARRIE CLINTON