St. Charles City Republican intelligencer. [volume] (St. Charles City [Charles City], Iowa) 1857-1861, 1858-03-11

Weary Of its troubles and cares
Willing to rcst-becausc 30 well know
What Iraughts the hand Of passion st!l prepares.
$50 tired !"
A little child came painting from
play, and climbing into its mothers
lap, laid it's head upon her bosom, and
uttered these two words saw the
fond young mother brush the golden
hair from the darling's moist forehead
and press her lips again and again
to the flushed cheeks. The shadows
of evening were falling fast around
us, and the little birds had already
sung themselves to sleep. Little
shoes and stockings were drawn off
and laid asidc-little weary feet
bathcd 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 satisfaction
he nestled closer in her arms his
blue eyes closed, and her cradle song
grew lower and lower as his breath
came longer and more regularly
through his parted lips Happy sleep
for childhood! She arose and went
softly to her own room, to lay him in
his little crib, and / was left alone.
Heaven knows what memory Of
time when | too was Graded upon a
loving breast--when the dead mother,
whose face | cannot remember, sung
to me in the twilight-came over me
as took up the infants cry.
$50 tired -
\ man of buSlnGSs---a man whose
name is a 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 busy life, and
of his elegant house, his fair daughters,
and his fashionable wife Tired Of
these and longing for little red farm
house up among the hills of his native
home, where he used to play, bare
footed boy? Even so, as strange as
! it may SEEM Yet not so much for the
farmhouse, as for the happiness and
innocence that stayed behind it, and
which he can never hope to find
in his dusty Office or splendid home.
$50 tired y
She has been loving wife and in
dulgent mother. Six strong sons had
she reared beside that cottage hearth,
but the grave has claimed them all
but two, and those the world has ia
ken. The husband of her youth died
long ago; and to-day, her sixtieth
birth day, she sits alone in the de-
serted homestead. To her boys she
is the old woman to the brilliant
wives "a good old thing, but so old
fashioned :" to their homes and their
children almost stranger. Her
tears fall as she thinks of them in the
: distant city, gay, prosperous, wealthy
: and happy, yet not remembering her
on this day, even line to say, Dear
mother, love you.' This is her re-
ward for years of toll, care and anxi-
5 ety. She has outlived her generation,
t and when she dies, she will barely be
: missed by those to whom she has Civ
5 en- health and strength, and life itself.
). Poor, lonely old woman ! Well may
e the bitter tears fall fast-well may
1 you long to die For this is often
a the return for love and devotion that
=; has out-watched the stars and seen the
!, moon grow pale.
;, $50 tired -
: Yes, turn from the brilliant crowd
ii that listens eagerly for every wore
g you utter, fair songstress, and hce'
y what Your heart is saying. Words o
C fire may fall from your rapid pen
n Your own wild soul may stamp its i'm
ID press upon the page before youth
n world may place the crown or laure
S, upon YOUR bowed hcad--but it will b
a diadem of thorns In the height c
L. triumph-in the fever of success
IN there will come sudden pause, an
the iron will enter your soul, as yo
remember that one voice is silent an
one face still, calm and cold. Fame
= wealth, sucess--oh what are thes
IL, to happiness? Vanity-vanlty al
v and vexation of spirit" and you bo,
We your head and weep to think 1T shoul
" be so.
he $50 tired :"
ye Oh, little child, not yet release
he from thy mothers care, 1T would
ire better for thee to sleep in the tranqu
he sleep of death, within the shelter
,ot her arms, than to tread the path whc
he we are ihSAS s'AS '''>'N
thorns hidden among the fairest HOY
yer ers-there are treacherous qulcksanc
in the fairest valleys. God help the
.ou boy, for only hand from Heaven ca
ITS, lead thee safely there. The Goide
ore hair will turn to silver, 1t may be, an
the blue eye will wear an anxio'
nth look before the painful journey is ha
as done, and evil shapes will mock al
mutter when thy heart falleth thee, al
ow- thy steps are faint.
Il a $50 tired -
w 'rm. = Nv boy, cling closer to thy mother
ble. breast For day will surely con
re- when thy lips will utter these Sc
,ent same words, and she will not be |
,ere side thee, to hush thee into torgett
the ness of all thy trouble. God help The
E il then, and lead thee to the only refu
cot "where the wicked cease from trou
The ING and the weary are at rest