The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1856-1888, 1857-10-08
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Commercial Advertiser.


whst drauThts the band Of Passion stIa prepares.
=. So tired
A little child came painting in from play, the other
aixhs, and climbing into his mothers lap, laid its
bead upon her bosom, and uttered those two words.
saw the fond young mother brush the golden hair
FROM the darling's moist forehead, and press her lips
ak1in and again to the flushed cheeks. The shadows
cfeysning were falling fast around Us, and the birds
had already sung themselves to sleep. Little shoes
and Stockings we're drawn OF and laid aside-littIe
weary feet bsthed and cooled-a little night dress
took the place Of the pretty blue frock and white
apron, and the boy was quiet With . sigh of salts
faction he nestled closer in her arms ; his blue eyes
eiosedsand her cradIe-song grew lower and lower a.
his breath came longer and more regularly through
his parted lirsL Happy sleep Of childhood {. She
roee and went softly to her own room, to lay him in
bis little CRIB. and was lef alone. Heaven knows
what memory Of q time when I, too, was Graded upon
. loving breast-vhen the dead mother. whose face
cannot remember. sung 50 to me in the-twilight-
cana over me As I took up the infants cry.
So tired
4 man Of business man whose name is q bond
On Wall street. Why should he lean his head upon
his hand and sigh as the words fell from his lips :
Tired Of his gay and busy life, Of his elegant home,
his mir daughters and his fashionable wife? Tired
Of al these, and longing for the little red farmhouse
up among the hills Of his native home, where he used
10 play, q barefooted, lighthearted boy. Even so,
strange Is it may seem I. Yet not 90 much for the
hrn-house as for the happiness and innocence that
stAid behind it. and which he can never hope to find
in his dusty Office or his splendid home
{" So tiredl"
She has been q loving wife and indulgent mother.
Six strong sons has she reared beside that cottage
hearth. but the grave has claimed them all but two,
and those the world has taken. The husband Of her
youth died long ago and to-day, her sixtieth birth
day, she sits alone in the deserted homestead. To her
boys she Is the " old woman - to their brilliant
wives, ca good old thing, but 50 old-fashioned - to
their homes and their children almost n stranger.
Her tears fall as she thinks of them in the distant
city-gay, prosperous. wealthy and happy, yet not
Dear mother, I love you" This Is her reward for
years Of toll, and care, and anxiety. She has out
lived her generation, and when she dies, she will
hardly be missed by those to whom she has given
health. and strength. and life itself Poor. lonely
old woman Well may the bitter tears fall fast
~sll may you long to die for this is often the return
for love and devotion that have outwatched the stars,
and seen the moon grow pale
(" So tired ="
Yes, turn from the brilliant crowd that listen eager
~ for every word you utter, fair songstress, and heed
What your heart is saying. Words of fire may fall
from your rapid pen-your own wild soul may stamp
place the crown of laurel upon your bowed head-but
&c viii be q diadem Of thornsL In the height of tri-
umph-in the fever of success-therew will come a sud-
dsn pause, and the iron will enter your soul as you
remember that one voice is silent, and one face still,
calm and cold. Fame, wealth, success-ohl what
sN these to happiness. Vanity all, and ~vexation of
spirit. and you bow your head and weep to think that
IL should be So
OH, utLle cnild, not yet releaSeQ from thy mOtner 3
ssre, it would be better for thee to sleep into the tran
Gull sleep Of death within the shelter Of her arms,
than to tread the path which we are treading There
are sharp thorns hidden among the fairest flowers
here are treacherous quicksands in the sweetest val
l1ys- God help thee, boy, for only q hand from hea-
ven can lead thee safely there. The golden hair will
turn to silver, it may be, and the blue eyes viii wear
a anxious look before the painful journey is half
done, and evil shapes viii mock and mutter when
shy heart faileth thee, and thy steps are FAINT.
/" So tired
My boy, cling closer to thy mothers breast, for q
day win surely come when thy lips win utter those
selfsame words, and she will not be beside thee, to
hush thee into forgetfulness Of all thy trouble. God
help thee, then, and lead thee to the only refuge
"xhere the wicked cease from troubling and the
Way are At rest"
TmT huE SrRreGLE-Oh ye gifted ones, follow your
calling, for, however various your talents may be, ye
can have but one calling capable Of leading ye to
sminence and renown. Follow resolutely the one
Straight path before you; it is that of your good
angel Let neither obstacles nor temptation induce
yoa TO leave it Bound along, If you can; if not, on
hands and knees follow it; perish in it, if needful
lat 70 need not fear that. No one ever yet died in
ths true path Of his calling before he had attained the
pinnacIe. Turn into other paths, and, for a momen-
nry advantage or qualification, ye have sold your
inhoritAnce, your immortality. Ye will never be