The Panola star. ([Panola] Panola County, Miss.) 1856-1857, 1856-07-16

ment, in Wisconsin. Her brothers,
some older, and some younger
: than herself, one by one, dropped
and died; and soon the mother,
calling in agony upon her long
eXiled daughter, joined her boys
! in happier cline. None Were
now left but the father and this
poor girl. He too, was humbled
and stricken by the slow but GER
tain disease which lights up the
cheek, and fires it with the brilli-
ancy af health, even when its vic
tim is on the confines of eternity.
He would sit, and tell to his
surviving child, the acts Of win
ming love and sacrificing devotion,
which had made his Lizzie the
very object of his life. He would
talk Of her sweet smiles and happy
disposition, until memory would
lead him to the hour when he bid
her to depart, and not let him see
her face again. His decline was
rapid, and this lone child saw the
flowers, which the warmth Of
spring had called from the soil on
her mothers grave, disturbed up
rooted and thrown aside, that his
ashes might mingle with those of
the mother of his children.
At his death, he charged her to pay
of, as far as she might be able, the
debts incurred to procure the necssa-
ries of life The land, which for the
want of culture, had not increased in
value, was sold, and left her but
few dollars. These she expended, in
rearing some boards, to mark the spot,
where she had seen buried, one after
another, her beloved kindred. She had
learned of Chicago. She had learned
that in the city, there were Offices.
where strangers wishing employment,
could find work. She had, on foot,
Travelled many miles, until she reach
ed Milwaukee, end thence, by the
kindness of poor sailor, who had seen
her day after day on the deck, watch
ing the steamers depart, had inquired.
and ascertained that she wished to
come hither, but had no money
He brought her to Chicago on his
own vessel, and told her that by cross
ing the bridge, she could find one of
those places where situations were
given to worthy applicants.
Such was her story. She had men
toned no name, except that of her
father, mother, and the endearing ap.
pellations of brother George, Willie,
etc. Both of the women We're cry
ing bitterly. The fashionably, dress
ed lady, turned her face to wards the
river, that her tears, at such crowd
ed and unusual place, might not be
observed. She requested us to take
her two boys-George and Willie she
called them-by the hand, to keep
them from danger, and then, putting
her hand around the neck of the poor,
friendless wandering orphan stranger,
said:
"You are my own sister. I am Liz
zie p
These two beings, children OF the
same parents, how different have been
their paths, and how deep their suffer
ings We have seen them together
in Lizzie's carriage, driving along
Lake street. They are doubtless as
happy as their bereavements, relieved
only by the consciousness of duty
faithfully performed, can permit
But while the suffering of that father
and mother may be family known, by
the story of the daughter, what must
have been the mental agony of that
other daughter, unkindly banished
from her mothers side, and driven in
to the world without fathers bless
ing! What must have been her grief,
when her letters, written from apros-
porous city, from the house of her
wealthy and kind husband, telling
them of her success, and of the birth
| of her children, were unnoticed and
unanswered She must have felt, in
deed, that the hearts ofthat father and
mother, her sister and brothers, must
have been hardened against her
We will say no more. The scene
will live in our memory, while we can
remember the holy love of father,
mother and kindred.
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