Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1859-02-09
For the Spirit of the Age.
The Loved and Lost.

On! surely it cannot be, that nv darling
my precious one, my first born is diving. on
no! cannot believe it. For twas only yes.
uerday she was running and skipping about
az pay, SO happy The very little lambs on
the hillside, and the merry little birds, sing
ing IN yonder grove, were not more banpy or
seemed to enjoy life more.
Inc sweet and beautiful flowers she loved
SO much, were not more radiant than she all
glowing with health and Joyous spirits. Oh
Doctor, unsay those dreadful words. Do not
say my beautiful one is passing away. Oh
save her, Doctor, Uvou can. Can you not
do something more for Ler? How can I give
up my child! Thus spoke the young moth
er, as she gazed upon the loved form of her
little daughter, now stiffening in DEATH
(lhat cruel monster that spares neither ACE
or laughing innocence.) And hat fond. do
ting father, all the deep grief, the bitter an
guish that wrung his heart, when the stern
reality forced itself upon him with all its
crushing weight, that he must give IN his
iGob MS cherished one, to the cold Silent tomb.
How sad the scenei To see the brightest
INK IN the chain Of affection thus suddenly
riVen. What desolation and sorrow came to
that nome, IN q few hours. How the lipht
and JOY Of that household seemed departing
with the faint breathings and departing spirit
OF That sweet child. What deep gloom hung
on the countenance and settled deep down in.
70 the hearts OF all, when it was known that
death had swept over that dwelling and laid
his icy hand upon the f~avorite, the pet, the
worshipped one.
The little sufferer looked very lovely, even
In death, though the mild blue ewes were
closed. Tho features were Numerically
beautiful in the still calmaess of death. Her
golden curls lay in rich profusion about the
delicate temples and was tied now and then,
with a bow Of pure white satin ribbon. The
little white dress that shrouded her fragile
form was very tastefully arranged. And to
complete the picture, the little white hands
clasped a bunch Of the sweetest flowers all
mt emblems of purity, innocence and beauty
There were many tears shed, and many hearts
made sad at the death of that little girl.
Many mothers drew their own little ones
into n fonder embrace that night, and fer
vently thanked the Father of mercies that
they were not thus bereavcd, while their
hearts were drawn out in sympathy for the
afflicted parents. But, fond loving parents. I
would say, grieve not 50 rather rejoice. and
hit up your hearts in thankfulness and praise
to the giver of every good and perfect gift )
lhough he has taken away one, your eldest,
he has spared your other two little gems to
be JOY and comfort to you. And remember,
they who the Lord lovcth he chastenethr
1t may be that the Lord has taken awav vour
ch'id that you may the more earnestly seek
after the things which are not of earth but of
Heaven, so that you may at last find vour
lest one safely housed in the mansion above
where her Heavenly Parent has taken her,
ever to live and bloom in Paradise. Yes, she
has been taken to a more congenial cline
What consolation to know that your loss is
her eternal gain" What a blessed promise,
that You may at last meet in heaven, where
there will be no more parting and no more
tears shed" What a glorious meeting twill
be! How the mind is lost in wonder and
admiration, at the great goodness of God, in
permitting friends and relations to meet again
iIever more to be separated. NJ. NJ. S.