Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1858-01-14

our diminished incomes. So cheer up, my
dear sister, and above all, remember that
our Affections, as well as our blessings, are
fie4aa Fathers hand, and are designed for
the same great end The loss of worldly
riches cannot dim our hope Of eternal hap
pinfss; and while these hopes remain, is
neg ihe future bright before us %
Yhe better feelings and deeper principles
|of Nlasa responded to this appeal, and for a
tine sshe made some effort to rise above the
glaef which she had allowed to oyerWhelm
h her husband S return, however, the
dark shadow returned also. There was no
vigorous effort to raise him from the slough
of despdnd into which he had fallen. "A
slight attempt at smiling welcome was in
stantll checked by the despairing express
sion OF hs countenance.
A week passed before matters were de-
cidea ald then Henry Camden was forced
to acknowledge the superiority of his broth
er'sjudgnent.. There was indeed heavy
loss. and some retrenchment was necessary:
but they were still in possession Of every
.lshlis s.Elhis removal of their worst fears did not,
however, in Henry Camden's family, pro-
ducethe relief which might have been ex-
pected. Every economical arrangement was
viewed as a calamity, and trifing acts of
selfaenial which, to the more cheerful Ell
len. seemed scarcely worth noticing, were
to Clara subjects Of mournful regret and
constant annoyance.
Three years had passed, the cloud which
had obscured their worldly prospects had
disappeared, and the brothers were more
prosperous than ever.
1t was the birthday of the eldest daugh-
ter Of William Camden, a lovely girl Of
twelve years, and a happy party were as
senibled to celebrate the joyful day.
Issit not delightful to look at the child
ren Y said the fond mother, as, wearied with
her exertions for the entertainment of her
young guests, she seated herself by the side
Of her sister-in-law, who had been invited
to accompany her own little ones on the oc-
casion. There is SO much innocence in
their JOY, it seems to bring us nearer to our
heassnly home when we join them in their
than to mingle with group Of merry
children
.sBut do not fears for the future ever dis
turbe your mind while contemplating their
joyw asked Mrs Henry Camden, as she
stopped to kiss one of the joyful little ones,
who, at that moment, ran up to them for a
caress. II 81
True was the reply; ''but who would
instil dread of the future in their young
hearts ? Confding in the love of their hea-
venly Father, we should teach them to re-
ceive, day by day, their daily bread. rejoic-
ing in the sunshine, and regarding the
storms with humble gratitude as messengers
of their Fathers love, purifying their souls
from earthly dross. Surel y we may rejoice
with them, my dear sister, unchecked by
the fear of evils shrouded in futurity.''
Their conversation was interrupted by the
approach Of little Ellen Camden, Clara S
youngest daughter, child of four years,
leading her little cousin, bright, manly
little fellow, nearly year younger.
ssLook, mamma" exclaimed Ellen, "cou-
sin Henry and [ have come to sit by you
and aunt Ellen. We are tired now and
want to rest, and I have some nice sugar
plums in mp pocket, and Henry shall have
half" at
They seated themselves at their mothers
feet, and laughed and chatted with innocent
glee, as they divided the sweetmeats, and
watched the sports of the elder children.
The two mothers bent over them with de-
light; but even then, a half-defned fear
checked Clara's joy, and she whispered to
ssThere is one grief that we have never
yet known, dear Ellen. Could we bear a
separation from these precious ones p -
ssShould our Father call them to himself,
we will endeavour cheerfully to yield him
his own,'' she replied but tear glistened
in her eye as she pressed her boy to her
heart, and bestowed an almost equally af-
fectionate embrace upon the little Ellen.
One short week had elapsed since the
birth day party, and the voice of mourning
was heard in the home of Henry Camden.
The loved one, the pet and darling Of the
whole house, sweet little Ellen, lay upon
the bed Of death. rs ,s5.i' g. 5.a3a5.'
Every means had been tried to abate the
raging fever which scorched her blood,
but it was in vain !; no mortal power could
save her. In her delirium she called Wild
ly upon her parents for comfort and aid,
but alas they responded not to the appeal.
Overwhelmed with anguish, even their bo-
Oily senses seemed almost paralysed with
grief, and they appeared incapable of thought
or action. ..,.,..r.
It4was then that the more exalted faith
and the submission Of the scarcely less af-
ficted aunt shone brightly in the chamber
of death. It was her kind voice which
soothed the little sufferer, her hand which
quieted the restlessness of delirium, upon