Kenosha tribune & telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1856-1859, 1857-01-29
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Waits from Thought.

| Waits from Thought.
Many, many long days have passed
since last | attempted to pen my poor
wandering thoughts, or have allowed
them to dwell on the great wide world
without the still chamber, where have
been watching. Buthavethese days been
weary? All, no! Though through light
and darkness, / have been keeping watch
by the couch of sickness, in grief and anx-
iety; vet, twas work of affection. Oh,
the ever remembered lessons Of the sick
room. There while the sufferer seems
every moment drawing nearer to her
Maker, we, in our sin and frailty, feel that
we indeed are i'll His presence. We knO'c
chat His eye is upon us at all times, yet
there are butfew situations in life in which
we can fully realize that it is so. But in
the sick-room, we. can fully realize it, and
|darkening memories come up, of other
days, when our mind was not as pure, or
our hearts as sinless as they might have
been; and in the quiet and stiffness, with
the low, halfdrawn sigh of the sufferer,
ever present, we make many promises to
ourselves, which are forgotten when we
have passed from the holy hush of that
near approach Of death, and are passing
down the tide Of life, toward our final
resting place in Eternity. These were
my thoughts while watching by the bed
side OfNETTIE. Shewas meek and gen
tie sufferer, our Nettie dear! How dear
she is to me, and how loathe the pres
ence OF that one, that has caused her thus
to suffer. Only one short year ago, and
the rose fitted o or her cheek, and health
and beauty crowned her young brow, and
shed their softening halo around her 1.-the
form.
She was ere this to have been a bride
"A loving, and she fondly dreamed, a
loved wife. All her visions Of happiness
had hoated around that era, rs their cen
ire and light. The bright stars of Love,
Trust and Happiness beamed onher from
the future, but their light faded and went
out, till they seemed like dim, pale lights,
away back in the past, which made her
heart grow weary with its weight woe,
and she laid her down to die, But she
was not thus to pass away from earth.
Kind friends gathered around her and
ministercd to her, till weeks grew into
months, and finally she has come back to
us and life. With pale check and trem-
bling form, we see her as the days pass
by, struggling tothrow off the letters that
bind her young life down to suffering
And sometimes our hearts geow faint
with fear that she may yet leave us.
MY dear sister friend, would that |
could take away this cup Of woe-would
t IA. | could blot out the past and make
thy life seem young again, and bring the
faithless back to faith again. But it can
not be. lie has gone forth into the world
atar off, and no one eensures him; no one
IreproachcSh him but myself He has found
one that has joined her lot to his, and
seemed willing atherlite-currents should
flow into eternity with that Of the decciy-
err All men admit him to their society
rs though he had never crushed heart,
or made a young life desolate. And to
Ncttic they give pity. Pity! Yes, give
her pity, while you harbor in your midst
on" that is almost murderer. Yes, give
her pity, while he walks the earth as
proudly as though honor's laurcls crown
ed his brow. Shall it ever be thus? Has
God ordered it thus. or does mans evil
heart prompt him thus to do? Nettie,
when in childhood we played meath tie
oaken trees that sentinel.like, guarded
my old home, we never thought our wo-
manhood would be so widely different
yours most all sorrow, while mine, ever
| like my childhood, sunny and happy
but dreamed our life was to be still, all
bright. FLORA FAERAR.