The Trinity journal., 1856-08-30
Life Sketches in the Country.

is falling on my ear, as if it would call me
from the quiet Of my room, turning my
thoughts from earth with its loved yet often
painful memories, to things of heavenly
birth. / is not our old bell, though, whose
summoning voice have obeyed from child
hood. ThatiS seldom heard now we have
had no settled minister for, / think, two
years.
1t seems strange not to have our accus-
toned Sabbath worship True, they meet
now, few scattered sheep Of once numer
Gus flock. but it is as though they had no
shepard to direct their feet seldom go to
meeting now, as the one who generally
speaks, and J. are not the most loving
brother and sister in the wide, wide world.
believe | feel more lonely in society,
than in my own room, for here luxuriate
with thought, memories, past joys, and
hopes ! build, from the rubbish strewn
around, world Of fmy own fancy / dream,
and sometimes long that the awakening to
the real would never come.
Attended the funeral Of a sweet, cherub
babe this morning the only life gem fond,
delicately beautiful gir-mother has ever
folded to her breast. The discourse, half
d audible ! should judge a 1ashy thing
pantomlnlic Recommendation soul,
sympathy, spirit, or touching devotion.
The text" And he said unto her, is it
we'll with thee is it well with thy husband
is it well with thy child? And she answered,
it is well" The closing scene was truly
affecting, when the young bcreft mother aud
father gathered around the form of their
once bright, beautiful and laughing babe,
now cold, inanimate lump Of clay, though
lovely to outward seeming still What sor-
row eau equal this--is there any? But
now the words of Ruth Hall come to my
ear she asked the same question when her
bright, fair blooming Daisy dropped,
withered aud faded away, just as this fair
bud wilted. She then thought nought could
equal this grief. But when her fond trust
ing, noble husband was snatched from her
embrace, | doubt not she learned there was
sorrow more fearful, bereavement more
devastating. Oh, it must bepainiu to have
one Torn from our embrace, whom we have
nourished with onr life blood yet more pal
syiug still methinks it is to be torn from
heart on which we have rested for sympathy
and support, until the libres of our own
were entWlncd within its meshes. This this
oh, God ! what is this ? | cannot define
It's rayages
Bat to these reft hearts the brightest Joy
seemed dimmed. They saw the loved form
Of their darling child rudely torn from their
embrace, and in agony Of soul they wcpt and
lamcnted. They saw not the justice of the
Christening aand while they cried, MY babe,
my darling, my precious one, cannot, can
not give you up. Oh, must you leave u.s.
Our bright and beautiful one
The fathers tears flowed fast his high
expansive forehead knit in agony while his
tall, slender form Swayed and bowed as if
crushed beneath a mighty burthen The
mothers smooth, soft, glowing cheek, so
youthful and SO eXqusiteIy fair, bent to the
embrace of the icy marbled one Of her little
babe-then started back from the cold, cold
chill that thrilled her frame, instead of the
genial warmth she SO oft had pressed But
few dry eyes were there touched by the
magic wand Of their plantiye grief, the sealed
founts opened.
All mourning hearts thy treasure was
but lent not given and its pure, spotleSs
spirit, freed from the earth clog, freed from
the polluting influence Of this Iowly sphere
hath early winged its flight to that beautiful
land, where no sin, nor suffering, nor aught
Of pain is known. There no temptation viii
while it from the pure and true but, nest
led close to the breast and folded in the al
sustaining, all-forgiying arms of Jesus, it viii
quietly, sweetly sleep, unrufiled by storm OF
tempest, or augllt that can molest. II
awaits thy coming, and its carroling notes
Will break upon thine ear, when thou leavest
this transient scene Of Pickering joys with SC
much Of suffering, for that fairer, brighter
world, from which no traveller hath ever re
turned with tidlngS.
Yes, thou wilt long mourn long will til,
vacant place in thy heart remain void
Thou VIII startle from thy deep sleep at til,
still hour of midnight, as thou fondIy thinI
thou nearest thy babes low, plantve wall
then weep to find it gone then though viii
fold thy aching arms close to thy throbin2
heart, aud mourn alone in silence for thy loss
Or else perchance, folded to each Others
hearts, thou wilt while away the sad, lon
hours, IN communing Of thy little one, il
talking OF ltS innocent, winning Ways-it
ioYellhess and quiet graces-while the no
tears bathe thy cheeks in their sadness
But other buds may unfold their fair flow
ers may bloom around the parent stem, giy
ing hope and gladness, though nov tRol
tlIlnketh not
Young. beautiful, girlish mother, with tn,
wonan's heart thus early relt, thou ar
taught warning lesson, which speaks t.
thee in audible tones, whitening thy earl
joy as the dread Lightning flash big hts til
tall and stately oak nought else can benc
telling thee this is not thy abiding place
lay not thy trust i'll things that wither, fad
and die.
And now it will draw thee closer to eac
other; thou wilt be douby dear and thrc
precious to the others heart +; the silken ii
thus severed will be united in thy own. Ma
it bring thee closer in communion with til
God, resting on lis promises, trusting in hi
words And NAV il be TO thee polde