Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1860-08-18

a DISCONsOLATE WHOEVER. ~
"What can I say to comfort you, dear An.
gustus 2" and Anabel took her brothers hand
IN hers and pressed It warmly. i..f,----
aNothing; NY precious sister; such woe q
ton to reach And desr Augustus 81 SGatota tooi
out has black bordersd handkerchief, and ap-
piled it to his eyes - - = :
Anabel clasped her hands despairingly, and
looked tearfully at him, murmuringly sympa.
thlsing-" Poor, dear. Augustus, how he loved
Augustus sighed deeply, and moansd in .
low tone-"We were 80 happy together, my
poor Rachel;" and again the black -bordered
Handkerchief went to his eyes. @ =
MY amicted brother, murmured Anabel,
nov deep me waters you are called upon to
Augdstus shuddersd, as if he felt the wild
castings of the waves, and said in plaintive
Vice Dear Rachel, how amiable she was ~,
Very, dear Augustus" .1.l
" How considerate, how devoted to me-"
80, exceedingly"
cd" and he raised his eyes to the portrait
festooned with black Grape, which delicate
attention he had himself paid it that morning
Anaeea, too, raised her eyes, but was silent
as she sszed upon the pictured form of the de-
parted Rachel, SO angular, SO dark, and 90
browning p - -
al don't think you ever did Rachers 8 charms
justice, Anabel- She was lovely woman"
20, brother, I fully appreciated her, I as
a'sAnd you do not do justice to my depth of
grief Are you aware that 1 am a mourner
forever! Poor, dear, dear Rachel, have lost
all In losing thee" And again the fearful
eyes were raised to the grim Rachel, who
looked down with an expression on her face
which said, "Indeed !" -
There was q silence of several moments,
during which Augustus looked thoughtfully
into the fire. At length he said :. :. :
Hand me my desk beside you, Anabel; it
win be relief to my feelings to write an
obituary" l..ET7| :
Z" Don't think Of it at present, dear Angus
tus; your nerves are not strong enough for it
now Only think Of the trying scenes through
which you have just passed. %
:" Hand me my desk, will you? 1t is sacred
duty owe my dead .....r -s
While Augustus was engaged In this touch
ing work, Anabel was p0ndering ON the pro-
Priety Of dispensing with the black Grape folds
on her new silk dress; 80 that may wear il
IN colors, was her inward ejaculation; s.for
who knows Augustus may marry again before
have done mourning for dear Rachel ~ She
checked the thought" How dreadful !" Au-
gustus, the deeply sorrowing, marry before she
mad time to get out of black. 1t was satanic
whisper surely, and grossly unjust to the dis
cOnsOlate WiuoWer. one was rouSeQ from her
sombre msditatiOns by the voice of Augustus :
* This is what I have written, dear sister,
and il you can offer any suggestions of tender
nature, pray do so.''
Departed this gloomy vale of tears for
blessed home of joy, Rachel, the beloved and
honored consort Of Augustus Childs, ESQ and
daughter and heiress of Peter Smidt, ESQ
Beautiful and accomplished, amiable and in
-telsctual, devout and charitable, generous,
devoted, charming in every respect, thus has
fed to angelic courts, amid the joyful shouts of
the cherubic army, crying, welcOme, welcome,
one who walked the earth in seraph's guise."
Here Anabel gave slight cough to cover
something like a laugh, and Augustus paused
a moment and asked plaintively, ''Do you
object to anything ?'
40 no by no means. 1t is so very touch
ing pray proceed" +.,.
fHow deep the woe into which her hume.
rous friends have been plunged by her lament
has been the angels gain. But her husband
so fondly attached to this fair object-what
words can depict his overwhelming grief
grief that will prove ss lasting as it is deep .
But here We drop the curtain; too sacred this
woe for the common eye. Suffice it to say, be
utters the sentiment Of the submissive job
The Lord hath taken away; blessed be the
name Of the Lord ~
~ ssHow pious, how touching. what pathos.'i
and Ansbel raised her eyes, sparkling with
1u-conceaied mfrtn. 81
. Yoa must admit Rachel was no ordinary
al never knew another like her" said An
abel
.. She was too good for me, sighed Augustus
20, my dear brother, Why say so ?" ejacu.
lated Ansbel. = - 80
Il can never cease to mourn, poor Rachel;
but feel / must soon follow her. cannot
live without her, - mosned Augustus.
g You must make an effort 70 do so, Augus-
tus-you positively must 1t is your duty to
live. You must rouse yourself from this heart
rending state You are not very old, only
forty. Why, there may. Jet be world of hap
pincss in store for you,"
None, none, )" moaned Augustus; my heart
is buried in my Rachel's grave" ~
You must make an effort to get il out from
there, dear brother; indeed you must
40 NO, Would were there toor'
This is positively wicked; indeed it is
All, poor, dear Rachel" moansd Angus.
Come, now, take something to soothe You
and then 90 TO bed. Good night; don't despair;
-you win be happy yet"
he continued repeating, like Pope's dismal
raven, Never, nevermore! until the dool
closed upon Anabel, and he was left alone with
3 his everlasting grief, and the dismally draped
portrait Of the lost Rachel looking down grim
" from the wall. "a ,.s - ---5ss5,.91 =
On resehing her room, Anabsl threw herself
into q chair, and laughed moro heartily thar
was becoming, considering that dear Rache
had only been placed in her grave that morn.
I really do believe that, after all, Angus
tass win die of grief. Yoa have no idea, Myrs
how devotedly he was attached to dear Ra
Gael. ~ 5..sss~. s1rs ssissi N sissiad !
Indeed ~ and ,Myras raised her proud
calm ewes, and looked ct her. y
He enjoyed such bliss with his poor Rsche
that his married life was perpetual feast
.nectar'd sweets Z" 80
"When did he make that discovery !''Ff
"A few hours ago, dear Sister. = He Is per
fectly inconsolable, assnre you, tried ny
very best at soothing hiu, but 1t Is OF no use
He will not be comforted, bat Is hopelessl,
sTime is . powerful soother," responded
Myra. g Leave the work to him; be will d.
il most eifectually, no doubt. As the poet ex
pressed it, Time, that aged nurse, rocked m'