The Wyandot pioneer. (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1853-1868, 1856-12-25


he whispers many times of love, yet this
II love you was not spoken then and
there.
A tired woman sits hushing to sleep
her nesting babe. Beauty once made
that radient, perhaps, but all that beauty
has gone now. The blue eye is dim and
faded-the whole expression is sorrowful
the pale brow covered with lines of care.
Perhaps, with that far off look OF hers,
she sees three little graves, green with as
many summers. Her home is very hum
hln-4ll mas IoIeu, and the faint
ing spirit almost surrenders to fatigue, the
downcast trembling in tears-she is SO
weary. And every nerve tingles when
the boys come hungry from school, some
with weeping and tales of sorrow, that
mother must hear. And after they are
hushed with kisses of chidings, it is time
to get supper for seven hungry mouths.
and then the accustomed. never ending
routine of putting away and clearing up,
till the worn-out creature wonders with a
sigh, if there really will ever come rest
to her-an eternal rest
At last she c,n rest her weary limbs
IN the old corner rocking chair The
babe, whose, eyes close ftful to low
lullaby, lies in his fathers lap. He is a
plain man, that father, with an honest
face and great heart, that would if he
could, take in all the care and sorrow oil
the household.
The babe sleeps. With rude gentle
ness he lays it on its mother bosom, and
as the ruddy freight plays over her care
worn features. he looks upon her with
eyes suddenly grown lustrous and beauti
full. He lifts his great hand softly, till it
rests on her shoulder as he says:
81 love you. dear Mary"
How the poor heart leaps into love
light and rest! How vanish the care:
that trod upon her soul! Size no more
remembers the toilsome washing she
reflects not that the pretty babe, with it.
pink, flushed cheek against her breast, hal
worn her patience thleadbare with it.
constant tears and unrest. She forget.
that the broth was burned, that the chill
dfen teased her, that the line broke, ant
that every limb in her frame ached.
What were these ia comparison will
the steadfast love that had burned fo
eighteen years in the sunlight of happi
ness, through the clouds of despair, whel
; beauty made her winning, and when th
charm of loveliness was gone, and tn
) freshness of her youth departed forever
What cared she for aught outside he
home, though she had many sorrows
while such words thrilled her whole be
, ing :?
81 love you, dear Mary !''
All you long married husbands, w Ii
exact every attention as duty. ho1
much would it cost you to make you
home thus beautiful with all its cares
tell you one word of love will loose
great burdens from the shoulders of tn
toiling woman you call wife. Try it,
, Go home some night, and look upon he
5 with eyes of long ago. For one littl
moment think how great trials she too
into her heart when she married you
Then tenderly clasp her hand. and as sh
looks with wonder-opeued eyes, say t'
her in low and steady voice, not care
lessly nor sportively, but earnestly
II love you
Trust me, it will be to her, and to yo
| beth, "better than diamonds. .''-Euenin
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