Fremont journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County [Ohio]) 1853-1866, 1857-04-10
"I Love You..

MOI She was very beautiful, with her
check of rose hue and curling auburn tress-
es that the wind sports with so gallanty;
but she did not say it. Nor that bright crca-
ture by whose side stands lover, looking
so tenderly into those glorious eyes. Nor
yet the dimpled babe, with cherub face, lif-
ted the more mature, but not less innocent
ly sweet features, of mother glorifyiug
every smile
Then who do you suppose said it
Wrong again. Now that newly welded
husband, whose homo for few heeting
months he has aptly called heaven, full of
smiles and tenderness, and oft repeated
VOWS fitting like birds of Paradise in a rain
bow plumage; where pretty white robcd
being, with matronly air, glides about the
kitchen, making with her own hands the
snowy bread. Where, when the shop is
closed, he can come home with bounding
heart, and sitting with her hands in his,
rove with pair of brown eyes over the
"Daily," every little whilestopping to snatch
kiss from the led lips SO close to his clock.
Although he whispered many times Of love,
yet this 81 love YOU was not spoken then
nor there.
A third woman sits hushing to sleep her
nesting babe. Beauty once made her face
radiant, perhaps, but all that beauty is gone
now. The blue eye is dim and faded-the
whole expression sorrowful-the pale brow
:, covered with lines of care. Perhaps with
that far off look of hers she sees three lit
:, tie graves, green with rs many summers
, Her home is very humbe--all day she has
a toiled, and fainting spirit almost surrenders
to fatigue, the downcast eyes tremble in tears
i she is so weary. And every nerve tingles
i when the "boys" come hungry from school
>. some with weeping and tale of sorrow
that mother must hear.
And after they are hushed with kisses oil
h chidings, it is time to get supper for severa
n hungry mouths, and the accustomed never
\ ending routine of putting away, and clean
,s ing up, till the worn-out creature wonders
Il with sigh if there really will come res
n for her-an eternal rest.
a At last she can set her limbs in the ole
,r courier rocking chair. The babe whose eye
II close fitfully to low lullaby, lies in hi
" fathers lap. He is plain man, that gooC
:, ~ father with an honest face, and grea
h heart, that would take in all tho care AM
o. sorrow of the household.
~ The babe sleeps. With rudy gentle
No ness he lays it on its mothers bosom, an
,v as the ruddy fire plays over her care-wor
= features, he looks upon her with eyes sue
II. denly grown lustrous and beautiful. II
be lifts his great hand softly to her shoulde
do and then says:
oh 81 love you, dear Mary"
bo How the poor heart leaps into love, ligl
-. and restl How vanish the tears that trc
~ upon her very soul She no longer remen
W bers that toisome washing. She refec
no not now that the pretty babe, with pinl
70; flushed cheek against her breast has wor
,ot her patience threadbarc with its constar
,h tears and unrest She forgets that the fiji
.or would smoke-the broth burn-that th
m ,mnt and that every limb in her frame ached wit
,or fatigue.
bo What were those in comparison with I'll
o,, steadfast love that had burned for eightee
NON years in tho sunlight of happiness, throug
for clouds of despair, when beauty made h
NO winning, and when the charms of her yout
nh M departed forever9 What cared she f
aught outside her home tho she had maj
not sorrows, while such words thrilled her who
as being?
;ng 81 love you, dear Mary"
"a All! you long-married, rcpining husban
who exacts every attention as duty-hc
ovt much would it cost you to make your hon
mo thus beautiful with all its cares? l tell y
On one word of love will loosen great burde
but from the shoulders of the toiling won
&c you call wife. Try it.
and Go home some night, and look upon
tho with eyesof long ago. For "a moment thi
fol. how great trials she took into heart WI
oo's she married you. Then tenderly clasp
4 IL hand, and as she looks with wonder-oper
ont eyes, say to her in low and steady voi
- not carelessly, not sportively, but earnest
telv 81 love you" .r Ian ~
rc, Trust me it will be to her and to J
iost both, 'better than diamonds" s."-EUe. P'
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