The River Falls journal. (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1857-1861, 1859-06-29

Well. let that psss. Do you SEQ that
tile craft csreened in that dark corners
1t was red once; t was the only casket
in the house once, and contained moth
er's jewels. The old red Cradle, Cor ali
tho world! And you occupied it once
AZ, great as you are. it was your world
and over it, the only horizon you behelJ.
bent the heaven of mothers eyes, rs.
you rocked in that little barque oflosa.
OH the hither shore Of time-fsst BY
mother's lovc to mothers heart.
Aud there, attached to two rafter. are
the fragmeata Of anzantwisted rope. Do
you REMAINDER Il, and Whist Il was for.and
who fastened Il there! Twas the child.
rsn's swing You are here, indeed. but
whore are Nelly and Chsrloys There
h,ngs his little cap by that window. and
there the little red frock she used to wear.
A crown is resting on his cherub brow
and her robss are spetloss 10 the bcttes
land.
And the second is
THE oLD-yAsHIoNKD McrHSH-
Old-fashioned Mothers have nearly ell
passed away with the blue check and
homespun wooden Of a simpler but pur-
or time Heys snd there ono remains.
truly accomplished. in heart and life, 70,
the sphere Of home.
OId-fashiored ,nothers-God bless
them!-who followed as with heart and
PRAYER, ell over tho world-lived in our
lives and sorrowed in our grisfs: who
know more about patching than poetry:
spoke no dialect but to-. Of love never
preached nor wondered; made melody
with their hcarts; and sent forth NO
books But living volumes. that honored
their authors and blessed tho world. a
If woman have broxrder mission now
in Heavens name, let her fulfill it! If
she have aught to sing, like tho daughters
Of Judah, let her sit down by toe waters
ofBabel, and the world shall weep; Ike
Miriam, let her triumph-strain float glori-
ously over crushed but giant wrong, apd
the world shall hear; but let the triumph.
aud lament issue, rs did the oracles Of OLD
from behind the veil that cannot be rent
the inner temple Of sacred Home.
The old homestead, We wish VIC
could paint it for you, 81 it is-no, we
dare not say, ss it is--as it 1as;; that we
could 60 together from room to room; ;
sit by the old hearth, round which that
circle Of light and love once swept and
there linger, till all those simpler, purer
times returned, and We would grow young
again.
And how can VIC leave that spot, with
out remembering one form. that occupied,
in days gone by, the old arm. chair ::
that old. fashioned MorHEr--cne in all
the world the law Of hose life WINS love;
one who vas the divinity of our infancy.
and the sacred presence in tho shrine of
our first earthly idolatry: one whose
heart is far below the frosts that gather SO
thickly OH her brow; one to whom we
never grow old, but, in the plumcd
roop' or the grave council. are children
still; one who welcomed US coming, blest
us going. and never forgets us--never !!
And when in some closet, some draw
or, some corner, she finds a garment T"
q toy that once Was yours, how does sic
weep, as she thinks yon may be suffering
or sad.
And when Spring
! Leaves her robes on the treee
does she not remember your tree, and
wish you were there to SEQ it in its glo-
y?
Nothing is far and nothing 'long,' t.
her; 81 girdles tho globo with cincture
Of love; she encircles her child, if he be
on the face Of the earth.
Think you, ~ she sits in that wellre-
WONDERED corner tonight she dreams
her trembling arm is less powerful to pro-
tect him now, stalwayt man though lie
is, than whom it casped him, in infancy
to her bosom!
Does the battle Of life drive the wand
erer to tho old homestead, at last? Her
hand is upon bis shoulder; her dim and
f.ding eyes are kindlsd with something of
the light of other days., as she gazes upon
his brow: BE Of stout heart, my Son.
No harm can reach thee herep
Surely, there is but ono Heaven--one
Mothor-And one God.
As perfume is to the rose, 30 is good
nature to tho lovely.
FLATTBRy 10 = sort of bad money to
which our vanity gives CURRENCY. -