Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1859-10-21
Letter from a Bercavcd Mother.

The following letter is from one who
within the short space of only few months
has been thrice bereaved, having lain in the
grave, successvcly, a cherished husband, q
beloved and beautiful sister, and at last the
darling "lamb of her flock We (says the
Boston JournaD need offer no apology ior
laying it before our readers, for the con.
temptation of grief, under The circumstances
of so much fortitude and resignation, can
not fail to have purifying aud elevatins
effect on the hearts of those who read it.
The Bible says that sit is better to 20 to
the house of mourning than to the house Of
feasting."
Last Wednesday was my thirty third
birthday. Shall ever forget it? I laid
Ry darling fraaky IA the grare By his dear
fathers side. How the waves of allIiction
roll over mel He had become the '.lamb
of the tiock'--the very one it now seems
we could least spare. ! doubt not it would
have appeared just so if either of the others
had been taken in his stead. =
Ills sickness continued a fortnight, during
which he manifested almost Christian fori-
tude. 1t excited the wonder of all who saw
him, and renders his memory doubly bless
ed. He retained his consciousness until the
last, and fixed his eyes lovingly on me just
rs they closed in death. Win he not miss
his mother in Heaven? He was never
happy away from me on earth. | held him
in my arms when he died, when trust he
exchanged my embrace for his dear fathers,
where pain and separation are unknown.
Dear -, Heaven seems nearer to
me now that | am the mother of an angel.
The thought sometimes elevates me, and
long TO Join the dear departed, TO meet my
treasures where moth and rust do not cor
rupt. / dressed him in his own apretty
Clothes" so like life, as ! was wont TO do
laid him in his little flannel lined coffin, with
my own hands, kissed, again, and again, that
pure white brow, his lips, his cheeks, his
hair, those soft dimpled arms and hands.
Oh, he was very beautiful in life, more beau
tiful in death. How wish you could have
seen him in his heavenly loveliness There
was such pure, heavenly expression on
his countenance. have not his miniature,
but / am sure every lineament is indclibly
fixed on my memory.
We had quiet funeral at the hoose.
Dear friends sympafiized with us in our
grief, and we laid him in the cold grave
NO" as Polly Zone of Dickens clarac-
ters) says, "tlle aearm ground, where the
ugly little seeds spring into beautiful flow
ers.'
George and Lizzie mourn for their little
brother as children do--at times vehement
ly and then arc as happy as ever. They
loved him, and will always remember him.
1t sometimes seems as if his influence was
around them for good. They were more
aiiectionate and consideratc towards me and
kind TO each other. He may still, by his
spirit be the "Angrl Of the households
This event is severe one to me, but | am
more reconciled TO it than ever have been
at his fathers death. ] sometimes think
that this may be the necessary means to
bring my heart into submission TO the Dis
vine Win. But ! will leave my sad repin
ings, begging your pardon for intruding my
griefs upon you. ! knew you would pity
me, and find great consolation in sympa-
thy. In love. - -.