Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1852-1859, 1859-06-16
LING, VA, THURSDAY .MORNING, JUNE Is 1889

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| the gaping, wondering crowd, but the heart oi
the 1ooHlTn was heavy and cold as the scet-
coated rock of Labrador My pet who used to
sleep behind the scenes, and whom used to
KISS tcndcriy and joyously as mother could,
when my heart was swelling with the brief SOW
crelSnty OF the stage queen was gone. There
was not one on all the earth whose words could
start the npgushing fountain of affection like
,MaryS halt articulation of Hmamma" rs she
roused from her bed when we were to go home.
Rest thee, sweet little foundling thou who
with thy sweet angel face comcst to me through
the drapcry of dreams; the curtains which rose
| ut thy boundary of time revealed a glorious
Stage, where archangel& and the Sanctifcd of all
time came to the Goot-lights to welcome thee in,
and to put upon thy sinless tongue the familiar
melodies of Heaven. know, if children there
a'e permitted to look from the watch tower
down ~! the narrow avenues toward the confines
OF lime, there is one little angel, who now and
then leans from the parapet with her wings
aplumc, waiting for some one to rcnd the mulky
clouds that hover over the valley of sin.
Again sought among the dwelling places of
the lowly and the poor, and found another to
replace my lost pet. Oh how tenderly nur.
tured that neglected child, until she began to
look up i'll my face, and claSpiug her tiny arms
about my neck would call me "Mamma"
They would have taken her from me, but |
clung TO her with the desperation Of one going
mad and graspinS the last shadow OF gone out
nope. But i'll a place ofstrangers, hunted down
to that city of refuge which lies behind the
strong arms and generous hearts of people too
lchivalrouS to deny woman sanctuarv forgot
my distrnst of the world, and felt the ice.fcttcr
falling from about the fountains oE life
Let the fugitive tired Of life, afraid of death.
distruStlu of human sym, ,,atiy or consolation
go down among the cottages Of the people. Let
her not sit down to rest on the door sill Of the
rich or great; let her not lay her wasted hand
/ on the altar OF the church, or look fnr moisture
under the cyelidS that weep oStentatouS tears
for sin stricken world. Rather let her sit
down by the door sill of tic IowIy; let her
lean on the strong arms that are hronzcd to
labor, winch strike impulSivc blows in defense
nf the weak, and which gather the strength
Of iron Sinews at the touch of appealing help
rSsneSs.
Under the shadow of little tree, beyond the
reach of all but the occasional recollection nj
the demon haunted night of the soul, look back
on my professional life not without deserving
here and there new pictures that womld MT
have hlotted out None but an actress can un.
derStand how she looks ack-bacL To the hours
Of triumphs, forgotten by al but herself as
queen dethruncd loves to think nf the triumphal
professions in which her young heart beat nj
the homage Of the multitude. am proud of
the profession which false and uninStructcd
morality would prescribe and blot from among
the Arts What art is noher than that cunohl,
ed by the greatest poet OF tongue? In What
is he, who in living pictures successfully repre-
SentS the dead heroes Of past time, inferior to
OF iutir