Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1859-03-03
9 Beautiful Gale.
LIFE PICTURES.
BY ROSE LINDEN.
FROM ELLEN wINTnRoP's JOURNAL.

New York, March 7th-Many days have
passed since have written in my Journal
days of sorrow and darkness. The hour
have louked forward to with dread and
terror, Tor so many weeks, has come-has
passed. My bind old father has gone to
his long rest, and now ! am in the world
alone. All! the loved and gay know bot the
bitter meaning of that simple wnrdI Faith
er sank TO rest Just as the dav was closing.
His last words to me were. "My soul is very
peaceful now, darling, and my body quite
free from pain. ] think ! can drop asleep,
and wish you too would try to take some
rest" One halt hour later he awoke in
paradise.
His brother officers of the navy attended
him TO the grave, and there was grand
military display. they said; but for once.
though soldiers daughter, | did not care
to see it. The only thing that could see
turn where | would, was that snow-crown-
ed head on the cotfin pillow. Yet | blessed
them for the honor they had done him, who
30 well deserved it, and for the pleasant
shady resting place they gave him in beauti.
ful Greenwood.
"Resi thee, lost one. rest thee calmly,
Glad 10 go where pain is oe-,
Where they say not IN the night time,
j am weary any more"
March llh.-The annuity, which has
Supported ns for so many years, will cease
now, and must maintain myself. 1 an
thankful have thorough, substantial edu.
cation, and am thus rendered com mparaiively
independent. Yet o how hard it is to &C
alone into the cold, cold world, with never a
loving heart to VIII: sper. "God bless you
dear one.' o, my father! must not wish
You back from your home of blessedness
but this is bitter cup. May Jesus strength
en- me for every trlail
March 2Oth.-Next week I leave the city
for the west. An old shipmate of my faith
er's, anchored in q growing western village
thinks would do well to open young lady
schoul there. The place is called Wenonah
after some old Indian chief, no doubt
Captain Brintwell has introduced to me
western merchant. M.. Page, who is her
on business, and he will be my escort
Rave I rehlly struck out for myself into th
broad, open sea Of life, and must be m
own helmsman!
Steamer Moy Queen. Lake Erie. More
24h-A Iong, dusty ride over the New Yer
Cen'rai roed quite tired me out. It wa
such relief to step on board this beautift
s,estner at Buffalo, where one may enjo
the refreshing, bracing Lake air, and indulg
in the luxury of an abundance of clea
pure water. This is my frs. journey, an
pverv little incident is full of interest
me.
Erie is as quiet as sleeping child to- da
and as blue az the sweet sky it seems
k.s. | wrapped myself in my ,ravelir
shawl, and sat out on me deck for hour
till the chill air warned me to come in.
The long cabin is dimly lighted now, ar
gay groups are gathering about on ric
divans and sofas. chatting and laughir
merrily. Sleepy children roll about Il
carpet, and nurses walk up and down, WI
tired, fre,ful babies in their arms; on
seem alone. Thanks to my fountain pen.
cen whisper all my loneliness 10 my lit
Journal, and that is some relirf.
IL o'clock.--I have spent the evening We
pleasantly after all. Just as | finished th
last line. Mr.. Page came up and asked p,
mission to introduce friend of his and
Cant. Brintwell's Kent Monteith, a reside
of Wenonah. was SO glad 10 have any O
TO talk with that gave him nv hand wi
imagine, decidedly western cordially.
is tall man, with a deeply suD-browu
face, black eyes, and grave, but pleasa
countenance. He took seat beside n
and we were soon engaged in lively CT
versation. which greatly cheered my spri
When Mr.. Page had excused himself
talk with some business men, he gave
much information with regard to my futl
home, describing some of the princi
characters there SO minutely shall SCI
TO know them when we meet. The inform
ton will be OF much service to me.
Once he alluded to my lonely lot with
much interest and feeling that the te
eprang unbiden to my eyes. He star
quickly, and then asked me to forgive /
If he had rudely touched a spirit chord.