The Winchester appeal. [volume] (Winchester, Tenn.) 1856-1856, 1856-03-29
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the happy faces that should grace q
tram OF bridesmaids. She had cheer.
ed US through the day with sunshine
from her own heart, and even while
we were arraying her in simple white
muslin, like Il lamb for sacrifice, she
had charmed our thoughts into G heer.
tulness, 1t seemed like some dream
OF fairy land; and she the embodiment
OF grace and lovelincss, acting the part
OF some Queen Titania for a little
while. The dream changed to a far
different reality, when at the door of
her mothers room, she put her hand
into that Of Henry Neville, and lifted
her eye with a look that said, "Where
thou goest will | co. even from alt
| beside
Tears fell fast in that assembly;
though the good old matrons tried tc
Smile, as they passed around the bride
to bless her and bid her goodbye. A
little girl in patched but clean trock,
pushed forward with a boquet of vio-
lets and strawberry blossoms iii her
hand.
Here, Miss Nelly please Miss Mel.
"" she cried, halt-laughing, halfsob-
bing," picked them on purpose for
YOU
Ellen stood and kissed the little; ca.
ger face. The child burst into tears,
and caught the folds of her dress, as
though she would have buried her face
there. But q strong-armcd woman,
mindful OF the brides attire, snatcbcd
the child away.
"And for what would sc hs whimp-
ing in that style, as if got had any
right to Miss EIlcn?"
"She was always good to me. and
she's my Sunday School teacher"
pleaded the little girl in u subducd un.
dcrtonc.
Agnes drew her to her side and ST.
lcntl y comtortcd her.
"Stcp aside, Father Herglck is here"
Shlu one just lneni
The crowd about the bridal pair
opened, to admit II white haired, half.
blind old man, who came leaning on
the arm Of his rosy granddaughter
Father Hcrrlck was superaunuated
deacon whose good words and works
had won for him a place in every heart
Of that assembly.
"They told me she was going" he
murmurcd to himself; "they say It's
her wedding. | want to see my little
girl again--blcss her."
Ellen sprang forward, and laid both
her white trembling hands in the large
hand of the good old man. He drew
her near his failing eyes, and looked
searchingly into her young, soul-lit
countcnance.
- can just see you, darling; and
they tell me shall never sec YOU
again Well, well, if we 60 in Gods
way we shall all get to Heaven, and
it's all light there !" He raised his
hand over head and added, solemnlv,
The blessing Of blessings be upon
thee, my child. Ahch !"
"Amen !" echoed the Yoice Of Hen
ry Neville.
And Ellen looked up with the look of
an angel.
SO she went from US Oh the last
moment Of that parting hour has burnt
itself into my being forever! Could
the human heart endure the agony of
parting like that, realized to be indeed
the last--lightcd by no ray Of hope for
eternity! Would not reason reel un-
der the pressure!
1t was had to bear; but have no
words to tell Of its bitterness. She
went to her missionary life, and we
learned at last to live without her,
though it was many month before
the little ones could forget to call on
SISTER Ellen" in any impulse of joy,
grief, or childish want. Then the
start and the sigh, "Oh, dear, she's
gone-sistcr is gone !" And fresh
tears would flow
Gone but not lost, for the First Mar
riage in the family opened to us
fountain Of happiness, pure as the
spring of self-sacrifce could make it.
Our household darling has linked US
to world of needy and perishing
Spirits--a world that asks for the en-
ergy and the aid Of those who go from
us, and those who remain in the dear
country of their birth. God bless her
and her charge Dear sister Ellen
there may be many other breaches in
the family--we may all be scattered to
the four winds of heaven-but no
change can come over us like that
which marked the First Marriage.
A writer in one of the Northern pa
norc nm school disciDlinp SAYS with