The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1859-12-17

I lbuhu iiihC w Icdu tNo Dut
you know over-vorked housekeepcrs
have no time they can call their own; |
sometimes think that am in state of
intellectual starvation. Our means are
limited, and we can keep but one SER
want; so | must be nurse, governess, aud
chanbermail, besides experimenting the
kitchen affairs aud, with u family Of
| four little ones, get completely worn
out body and mind, and as | looked in
upon you, now and then, during the day,
| almost envy you the quiet leisure you
enjoy. Bat never have moment for
culture, ard probably never Shall have;
ii is toll all day, and even the nights are
full OF care Mrs. Hewitt sighed
deeply, while dark clouds of dlScoutent
and repining rested on her brow.
| eyes but ! get so worn out with
care and toll, that sometimes think |
will get William to board for while, at
least till l get rested replied Mrs.
I Hewitt, to Il remark Of her cousin.
Bounding would only bring you less
enjoyment and added care" remarked
| Mrs. Carleton.
''perhups so. There is no way for me
but to toll on till | die SO | may as
well try to be contented.' And Mrs.
Hewitt sighed again, aud bent her head
| over her work to hide the starting tears.
Mrs. Carleton was troubled. She had
been paired with frequent expressions
Of rcpining and discomfort during the
few weeks Of her visit, and she feared
that Mrs. Hewitt was forming II habit
which would eventually destroy her hap
piness, and had been prayfuily seeking
TO devise some plan to show her cousin
her error, without giving oficnsc. Only
one remedy had suggested itself; it was
:. severe one, but she resolve to try it.
{" have been thinking much about
you hcse few days, Enlna," said Mrs.
Carleton, gently, +" and to-day way to
relieve you from all this care was sug-
gestcd to my mind =; but think neither
you nor your husband would consent to
it,"
What is it? do tell me- asked
Mrs. Hewitt, with animation. OWL
liam would be as glad as myself to see
me relieved from this burden, and would
agree to anything you might propose, l
am sure"
8" have my doubts in this instance"
replied Mrs. Carleton, with a faint
smile " but perhaps it will do no harm
to tell you what came into my mind, if |
begin, you must promise not to inter-
rUrt ne"
"Ncvcr fear; | am all attention."
said Mis-. Hewitt, p!ayfully.
"l have bccna wife and mother" said
Mrs. Carleton, " and know all the diff
cuties of your position, and sympathize
fully with your feelings Of dpspondcncy ::
and to-day | sat here in your pleasant
parlor, while you were trying to get the
baby to sleep, and Ghalley's little feet
would patter, patter up aud down the
stairs, and his little fist would rap, and
his little shrill voice call MAMMA at the
nursery door, in spite of all my efforts
to quiet and anluSc him; and, then lust
as baby inust have been closing his ewes,
Bridget would call, g Mrs. Hewitt, Mrs.
Hewitt = frightening the echoes through
the long halls. Finding | could do
nothing, | sat here thinking, thinking,
TIL lei! into sort of waking dream
| thought it was winter snow lay on
the ground, and the chill wind whlstlcd
without but We were warm and we'll
and happy in this pleasant house. The
long winter evenings were passed in
reading aloud, and in quiet chat, though
that pi!ed-up work basket was Your ever
present companion.
Gone night we were aroused from
sleep by the choking cry and hoarse
cough Of your baby pct, AID when the
morning dawncd, the little sufferer lay
still and cold in lcath.''
90, my precious baby" exclaimed
Mrs. Hewitt, bursting into tears
'Don't, Mary pray don't tell any
more | cannot bear it !"
" You promised not to interrupt me.
| must go on said Mrs. Carleton,
calmly and "eSolutely.
"lwo weeks Of sadness and sorrow
had scarcely passed, when Charley and
Minnie bolh lay searching with fever
On the day they were laid beside then
baby brother, Emma, the first born and
only remaining, sickencd, and in another
short week she too had passed away
How still and lonely the house was then.
how few cares were yours, and how YOU
tried to make yourself very busy, that
you might not have time to think that
you might live for him, the best beloved.
who, more than ever, was your earthly
all
"Winter passed slowly away; the
glorious summer time, that season once
so joyous, was how gloomy and sad and
then he, too, the dearest and best, was
suddenly Frustrated by disease, and,
after brief season of suffering, went to
his children, and you were alone 0,
the terrible agony that rent your heart
strings words cannot describe it But
you lived, because you must, though life
was all dark, all gloom! Your pleasant
home passed into hands of strangers, and
you, with all the multitude of warm
hearted, sympathizing friends, with a
cordial welcome everywhere, yet with
desolatcd affections and bleeding heart,
felt that you were alone, all alone, in
the wide world
" What to you was abundant leisure