The Ashland union. [volume] (Ashland, Ashland County, Ohio) 1854-1868, 1857-09-23

LET him alone !''S With sadness tha
crn be felt, but never told, bade hin
adieu till we should meet before th'
judgment.seat of Christi
When reached home, the poor, de
serted wife was there. / said, II have
seen your husband, madam" /" -
/ "Did ye sec himsR said she, starting
up with spasmodic excitement, ssssap9 did
I 5e- see sissy -. '>.'.- s>..-
"No, 1 didn't see the little girl" @
"Poor little thing, they've hid hel
/; away. They won't let me see her; and
she's me own dear childl'. and tears
came to her relief. Then came that ex-
prcssion of tenderness which made SC
deep an impression upon my mind.
"Is he all tidy, and comfortable like?''
What law of God and humanity is heref
What mysterious fact, deep down in q
heart of love, rises with irresistible er-
ergy above all depression, and Survives
The death stroke of unparalleled and
deliberate cruelty from a sworn and
bosom companion? Why does not her
Indignant spirit fame out in scathing
reproaches, that would make the knees
of tgrant smite, together with terror ?
Why doesn't she seek out his shameful
retreat, to tear out his eyes in just ret
ribution for wF6ugs that are irreparable,
by any finite power Why. indeed does
she tenderly inquire, rs he all tidy and
comfortable like ?" O, the deep, mys-
terious fountain of woman lave! With
what unfailing flow does it send out its
rich and refreshing streams: to spring
again to life and verdurc, the heart all
callous and scared with baee iugratitudc
and crimei Hear what 1t says when it
speaks without waiting to think: Don't
punish my poor husband with reproaches
or neglect. [ am afraid he wants the
care l long to give him. l dare not
trust her who has in wantou outrage
rsurped my own sacred place, to take
care of him she has torn away from me
by her guilty amours cannot rely
upon strangers hand to dress his
wounds, to soothe his fevered brow,
change and adjust the clothes, give re-
lief to his bed of suffering, and comfort
to his person. o, that 1 could 60 and
cleanse his room, and adjust his bed
and bathe his temples! bat can't. Is
lie all tidy and comfortable hheS' He
does not know what yet is left, fee
bly, to initiate what human nature was
when God made it, who has never seen
the wife, the mother, struggling with
the wrongs which none but a husband
and father can iuhict.
We are walking little down town,
and tlrong of joyous children are pour
ing out of one of those marvels of mod
ern civilization-.a New York free school.
On the opposite side of the street is a
short, stout, plain woman, who seems to
be eyeing the group with some unusual
interest. Suddenly she Starts she
ruus-she springs across the street, and
with shrek she seizes in ber arms one
sweet little girl, with satchcl in hand,
on the step of house she's just about
to enterl The woman is our heroine
tie mothcr--in this literal narrative
Upon the cheek of the child she showers
her tears of anguish and affection. The
kiss of maternal love again and again is
pressed upon her darling's lips. my
child-my Juley-'tis your own dear
mother Don't you know me, sissy p
Kiss your mother, darling Sissy, dear,
you will go home with your poor dear
mother, wont you? ?" The child's con-
fusion and surprise subsidies and she,
sobbing, answers. "They won't let me
go with you, mother. They've gwen me
away, mother, to Mr.. c.
"But indeed, yon aoiN go with mother,
Juley." ID r
81 want to go with you, mother, but
they say you are naughty woman, and
will beat me Would you, mother?"
"Beat gOn, my blessed darling p
And again the fond embrace, the shower
of kisses, and the broken sobs reveal the
tree mother and the loving child. 8 b
"See me write on my little slate moth
er." And her little tigers ply nim-
bly, with the pencil. "That's my name,
mother"
True, and it was the only kindness
shown the suffering, injured mother
They hadn't changed the name of her
sweet little Juley. II can write more
words, mother" and again the pc cil
dashes over the slate. and beautiful lines
show that she's nice little scholar.
$50 you can, my darling, and you
shall be the clerk in your mothers store
IN N, yet" God only knows what
sweet hopes sprang up in that .desolate
'osomi but they are not yet realized
The widowed family, to whom thewreteh.
ID father had entrusted the little one,
new nothing of all this They were
ind, but the strong arm of the law must
,e called in to restore this alienated child
o her inotherl They sat down and
lined together for. the first time since
title Juley was child il her mothers