Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1859-10-14
LETTER FROM A BEREsvED MOTHER,

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The following touching letter is from
one who, within the short space OF only
few months, has been thrice bereaved,
having lain in the grave, successfully,
cherished husband, beloved and beau
tiful sister, and at last the darling lamb
of her flock We (says the Boston
JournaD need offer 10 apology for lay
ing it before our readers, for the contem-
plation of grief, under the circumstances
of so much fortitude and resignation, can
not fail to have purifying and elevating
effect on the hearts of those who read 1t.
The Bible says that it is better to go to
the house of mourning than to the house
of feasting.'
Last Wednesday was my thirty-third
birthday. Shall 1 ever forget it I
laid my darling Frankly IN the CRAZE By
his dear fathers side. How the waves
of affection roll over me! He had be-
come the lamb of the fock'-the very
one it now seems we could least spare. l
doubt not it would have appeared just SO
if either of the others had been taken in
his stead. His
sickness continued a fortnight, during
which he manifested almost Christian
: fortitude. 1t excited the wonder of all
who saw him, and renders his memory
doubly blessed. He retained his con.
r seriousness until the last, and fixed hi.
eyes lovingly on me just as they closed
I in death. Will he not miss his rnothe
even in Heaven? He was never happ,
e away from me on earth. / held him il
my arms when died, when / trust b
o exchanged my embrace for his dea
II fathers, where pain and separation ar
unknown.
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to me now that / am the mother of a
angel. The thought sometimes elevate
IL me, and l long to join the dear depar
81 ed, to meet my treasures where mot
II and rust do not corrupt. l dressed hi
n in his own pretty Clothes so like lif
e as l was wont to do, laid him in his Ii
e. tie flannel lined coffin, with my ow
a. hands, kissed, again, and again, that pul
m white brow, his lips, his cheeks, his hal
of those soft dimpled arms and hands. o
m he was very beautiful in life, more bea
ty tiful in death. How ] wish you cou
he have seen him in his heavenly loveline;
,e. There was such pure heavenly e
II preston on his contenance. have 4
Id his miniature, but l am sure every line
to ment is indelibly fixed on my memory.
1t We had quiet funeral at the hou'
ng Dear friends sympathized with US in o
Ia grief, and we laid him in the cold graz
ne No. as Polly Zone of Dickens chara
las ers) says, the ao0rm ground, where t
III ugly little seeds spring into beauti
iS- flowers
Els George and Lizzie mourn for tn
III little brother as children do-at tin
III vehemently and then are as happy
lO- ever. They loved him, and will alw'
Inc remember him. 1t sometimes seems
if his influence was around them
good. They are more afectionate ;
Ids considerate towards me and kind to e.
Tue other. He may still, by his spirit, be
the Angel of the household This ev
the is a severe one to me, but am more
ov, conciled to it than / ever have beer
emf his fathers death. / sometimes til
orr that this may be the necessary mean
bring my heart into submission to
:. Divine Will. But will leave my
Ia repinings, begging your pardon for
truding my griefs upon you. l k
you would pity me, ard | find great
lol ISOLATION in sympathy. In love.
DIV!