The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1856-07-26
~ LOVE NOC!"
" ho do vou suppose said it?

Nho 30 you suppose SAID 1t!
No. She was very beautiful, with her
cheek Of rose hue, and the curling auburn
trrsses that the wind sports with SO gallant
"; bat she did not say it. Not that bright
creature. hy whose side stands lover, look
IN" SO :rndcrlv in those glorious ewes. Not
yet the dlmpled babe. with chcrub face, lift
ed Ia the more mature, but less innocentIy
sweet features. with the holy light Of moth
cr g'orityin. every smile.
Then who do yon suppose said il?
Wrong again. Not the newly welded hns-
band. whose home for few flre,ing months
he has aptlv called heaven full of smiles and
tenderness, and oft repeated vows fllttin @ like
birds oi :.r,,'li>c IN rainbow plumasc where
a pretty white robed being, with cirlsh, ma
'ronlv air. glides about the neat kitchen.
making with her own hands the snowy bread
" here, when the odlous shop is closed. he
can come home with bounding heart, and
sitting with her hand in his. rove with a pair
OF brown eyes over his DAILY" every little
whI'e stopping to snatch a kiss from the red
lies 50 close to his cheek. Although he
whispers many times of love. vet this II love
vou was not whispered then and there
tired woman sits hushinr 10 sleep her nest
linz hahc. B,antv once made that face rali-
ant. perhaps. but all that beauty has zone now
The h.ur eve Is dim and tal,d-the whole
expression is sorrow 1.-THE pale brow GOV.
erred with lines OF care. Perhaps, with tha,
taroif look of hers. She sees three little graves
yrecn with as many summers. Her home j.
very humble al! day she has toicd. am
III" tiin'lrg spirit almost surrcndcrs to IA
she Is - wea;y. And every nerve tinolc:
when The boys come hungry from school som,
with weeping and tears OF sorrow that moth
cr np>t hear
And afrrr they are hu~hcl with kisses o,
ch'iin-S. II Is time TO ct supper for sever
hungry months, and then the accustomed
r.cvrr-crdlnr routine Of putting away arr
clearing up, til the worn ont creature won
dcr> with >ioh. if there really will eve,
come rest to hcr--an eternal rest.
1t last She can seat hpr weary limbs in the
old corner rockins-char The babe who's,
eyes close fiituIIv 20 slow lullaby. lies in hi.
fathers lay. He isa PLAIN man. that good
father wi'h An honest face. and great heart:
that would, if it could take in all the car,
ana sorrow of his hou>cholI
The babe Sleeps With a rude ccnt!cncs>
h" LAYS II on h> mothers bosom. and As the
rI!!v irc-liIht PLAYS over her care. worn
features, lie looks upon her with ewes sudden.
" crown lu>'rous and beautiful He lifts hi.
.rcat land softly. till it rests on her should
cr>. rs he saws:
II love YOU. dear Mary ~
'llow her poor heart leaps into love. lich,
anu itSt tIUW VANISH Int cares tudt tTOtl
upon her very soul She no more remem-
hcr> that to!!>omc Washing She reflects moi
that the pretty babe, with its pink flushed
cheek a1ain>' her breast. has worn her pa
'icucr thread bare with its constant tears and
unrest. She torgct> that the broth was burn,
that the children tcasrd her-that the lin,
broke. and that every limb in her frame ach
ed with fatigue.
What were these in comparison with the
>tcatia>t love that had burned for eichtecr
years IN the sunlight of happiness, through
The clouds of di~pair, when beauty made hrr
Winning. and when the charm of lovelinrs
and th" freshness of her youth departed for
ever. What cared she for aucht outside he
home, th"r-h she had many sorrows, Will,
such words thrilled her whole being
love YOU. dear Mary
Ah Won long married husbands. who OK
ar: every attention AS 4 dutv-how mucl
beautiful wi'h all its cares: tell Won on
word OF love will loosen treat burdens fror
The shoulders of the toling woman YOU cal
wife Trv it. Go home some night, an
look upon her with the ewes OF long ago
For one little moment think how great trial
She took unto her heart when she Marie
YOU. Then tcndrrIv clasp her hand.and as >h
looks with wondcro opened eyes. say to he
in a low ard steady voice, not carclessly no
>rortiveiv. but earnestly
II love Won
Trust me, II will be to her and to YOU boil
better than diamonds. = Erenmg Post.
QUARREL INTENDING. - 4 oqntlema
whose nose and chm were both verv lon.
and who had lost his teeth. whereby the nos
and chm We're brought together. was told
i am afraid Your nose and chin will frf