The Ashland union. [volume] (Ashland, Ashland County, Ohio) 1854-1868, 1858-10-13

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into tears afresh. You remind me o
my mother 80 much,' she said
'And 1 will be your mother, dear,
said Mrs. Clifton, and she drew the sob
bing child to her bosom. In short
time Cora, accompanied by her uncle
and aunt, was standing by the side Of
her mother, where words of contritior
and endearment, that would have cheer.
ed the heart of the invalid from the now
really sorrow stricken brother, fell all
unheeded on the leaden ear of the pale
cold sleeper.
Again Mrs Lee was taken back to the
parental roof, but faint was the resem-
blance, in the shrouded form, to the
blooming figure that twelve years before
forsook wealth and home, for him who
was dearer to her than all beside.
Mrs. Lee had said not unwisely, God
will take care of my Cora nor trusted
in vain in Him who is Father to the
fatherless-
| Beneath the crust of aristocratic
pride that held her aloof from her broth
er's heart, there was warm generous
nature, that the sight of Cora, in her
loneliness and grief, stirred, to its foun-
DSiOTc 6ue udQ paSSeu LWO
years in their family, she had nestled so
closely into both their hearts, that in
every respect, they anticipated all for
her, that they had done for their own
daughter. Carries beautiful room,
where taste and wealth had left no want
unsuppiied, was now Cora's, where sue
found ample time for study and meditaS
tion, priveledges which her early train
ing had learned her to appreciate.
In teaching Cora, they found no un-
pleasant task. The expanding of her
mind was like the opening of flowers in
their season, shedding sweetness and
fragrance around, she loved nature and
loved to wouder under the arches of
the trees that surrounded her uncle S
house. Bat no place had more attrac
tion for her than the family graveyard
where her mother slept, there she often
passed hours in reading and thoughtful
/ ness,
| Oue beautiful afternoon, returning
from her walk to the grave yard, she no
ticed that the parlor was occupied by
com pany aud sought the privacy of her
own room. Although surrounded by
kindness, still, she sadly (at times) miss
ed the sweet tones of her mother voice,
and seating herself at her writing desk
almost involuntarially, embodied her
feelings in rhyme. After writing few
moments she leaned back in her chair,
her mind wandering away to her early
home, and deep in revery fell asleep
| The bell RUG for tea but it did not
disturb her repose, and when Judge
| Clifton came to accompany her, found
her sleeping sweetly, her head reclining
on her hand; How much she looks as her
mother used to- he said as he approach
ed the sleeping child, aud looking over
her shoulder he read in Cora's neat
hand the following lines:
1 THINK OF THEE
I think of thee, my mother
| When the is shining bright,
| And the golden stars pealing
Through the clouds of silver light.
think OF thee, my mother,
Atmorning's glorious dawn,
| # When the joyous birds are singing.
| On the hill tops and the lawn.
| think of thee, my mother.
| When I see the autumn leaves.
| And the sun is shining brightly
| On the garlands that it weaves.
| think OF thee, my mother.
When see the snow clad hills,
| Aud the streamlets are Ill frozen,
| And hushed the chanting rills.
| think of thee and miss thee,
So sadly every where.
| Then wondering to the grave yard,
Find thy resting place Is there.
| Almost involuntarily he c'asped the
sleeping child tn his bosom kissing her
fondly Why uncle Ralph!' said Cora,
'have been asleep?' and then noticing
that he had the poetry in his band in
no affected tone she said, 20 you have
not read that have you? Uncle, please
let me have it; it is not worth your
reading Smoothing back the riDglets
from her fair brow and saying you shall
have it tomorrow, DEAR he led her to
the diping room.
The next morning Cora was intro
duced to Charles Hamilton, a newhew
of Mr.. Clifton's, who had arrived the
evening before, to spend the rem ainder of
his minority with them, and the rose deep
ened on her cheek as he read aloud from
morning paper a copy of her poetry
written the day before.
Charles was like Cora-an orphan,
but unlike her, had never known rever-
ses, for at his fathers death he became
the sole owner of their large estate
1t had been his fathers intention that
he SHOULD follow the legal profession
but his own aspirations were to become
an artist, and with assiduity his leisure
moments we're devoted to his favorite
study. After spending some time under
| tho iDstructions of an exnerienced teach
er in Mount Green, lie received an invi-
tation to go to Rome and perfect himself
in the art, under the eve of friend oi
his father, celebrated painter, and at
once determined to avail himself of the
excellent opportunity.
In Charles Hamilton, there was a
rare combination of manly virtues, with
warm, generous nature, and gushing
mirthfulness that cnlivened the soela
circle There was a dignity of oharac
ter that met temptation with an unyield
ing spirit that paved the way to future
success. With mingled anticipation an6
sorrow, Mrs Clifton assisted in his prep
aration SO as to be ready against the
sailing of the next ship.
Cora had wandered to a crystal brool
that wound through a Magnolia Grove
near her uncle's home, aud was rested
in an arbor shaded by vines, that hung
in rich fowery festoons around her.
was bright afternoon in mid su,amer
the south breeze whispered a soft I'LL
laby to the roses. while
.Tho blackberry bushes leaned over the wall,
And the Wild blue bird answered the ySllow bird
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