The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1858-10-21

tu and that all VIII be hlShly Interested we nave hol
single doubt-EDiIoN.
And 50 one calm. June night, when
the moonlight slept upon the leaves
and flowers the good old minister,
who had known and loved Madeleine
from infancy. spoke a few, solemn
words to which Madeleine listened
with down cast countenancc, but Il
happy heart, and then, the good Old
man, looking fiXedly, yet sill kindly
at him who held the hand CT her who
had first been pronounced his wife,
added: May God deal with you as you
deal with her." And the lips Of him
on whom he looked, responded Iervent-
iy, and without laltering, amen -
How noble seemed he then to the
trusting heart of Madeleine. There
was that in her nature that required
something to reverence, as well as
love. The man, who could appropri-
ate all her affections, must be some
thing more than an ordinary mortal.
He must not think, feel. and act like
common mrn--he must be-himsell.
She had found such a one. She could
not only lean upon him with the ioI-
lest confidence that he would never
prove to her broken reed, but she
could look up to him as her instructor,
yield to him as her superior to guide
and direct her future pathway, ap-
preciate the rich and varied resources
of his fine intellectual requirements
and venerate the pure and lofty intcg-
rity Of his character.
The refined and intellectual woman
requires all this in whom she-O!that |
could say chooses-accepts as a com
panion and life guide, and if it is not
so, her heart must pine for the nour-
ishment it needs to supply all its
wants, and too often. if much is lack
ing, perishes from slow starvation; for
the heart must have its aliment as
well as mind or body.
A few weeks pass and Madeleine,
or Mrs. Raymond, las we perhaps
ought now to call her) and her hus-
band still linger at the old homestead,
sfor they will never leave that suffering
mother till her feet have crossed the
dark and rapid stream that parts the
heavenly land from ours. Till the
broken heart has ceased to beat
Long and earnestly had she prayed
that she might be spared to see the
hope of better days brightning the
horizon of the unknown future for her
darling daughter, and as if her faint
ing strength had only been vouchsafed
her to witness the accomplishment of
this, one desire. she now dropped as a
faded rose, one petal after another,
when the summer zephyrs wave the
sustaining bough. Each day she was
weaker, each day nearer her final
home, in that happy land, "where the
wicked cease from troubling and the
weary are at rest"
1t is all over. The grave hath
yawned for it's victim, received it and
closed its remorseless jaws again, till
it shall need another.
Madeleine's grief was deep and
touching, and yet tempered with res
ignation; for she knew that death was
gain to the pure, tried spirit that had
entered the confines of the eternal
world. There was, too, supporting
arm on which to lean in her sorrow, a
stout heart on which to repose in her
bereavment, which, though tender and
delicate as a woman's in all it's sensi.
bilities, was yet strong to sustain and
comfort. There is no more need now
to linger. The morrow will behold
them on their way to her distant home
in a land Of strangers--to her hus.
bands land--her husbands home.-
They are sitting together on the old.
fashioned sofa in the little parlor of
her fathers dwelling, as they will nev.'