Clearfield Republican. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1851-1937, 1860-12-05

! tar obleCt-What words can depict ms
overw heming grief-grief that will prove
as lasting as it is deep But here we drop
the curtain too sacred this woe for the
common eye Suffice it to say, he utters
the sentiment of the Submissive job
The Lord hath taken away blessed be
the name of the Lord"
GLOW pious how touching what path
os p and Anabei raised her eyes, sparks
ling with ill.concealed mirth.
"You must admit Rachel was no ordi,
nary woman, Anabel."
J 81 never knew another like her." said
Anabel.
"Sho was too good for me-" sighed Au-
gustu
80, my dear brother, why say so" ejac'
ulated Anabel.
81 can never cease to mourn, poor Ra-
lchel but feel must soon follow her
| cannot live without her." moaned Au-
gustus.
"You must make an effort to do so,
Augustus-you positively must. 1t is
your duty to live. You must rouse your
self from this heartrending state. You
are not very old, only forty. Why, there
may vet be a world of happiness in store
| for yol"
"None, none" moaned Augustus, "my
heart is buried in my Rache's grave"
"You must make an effort to get il
out from there, dear brother; indeed you
must"
"Ono Would | were there too %
This is p ositiyely wicked indeed it
is. You must not talk so Rachel would
not approve of it,"
"Ah, dear Rachel" moaned Augustus,
piteously.
Come, now, take something to soothe
! you, and then 60 to bed. Good night !:
don't despair, you will be happy YETI
Augustus answered "Never, never" and
he continued repeating, like Poe's dis
nal raven, "Neyer. neyermore ~ until
the door closed upon Anabel, and he vas
left alone with his everlastil G grief, and
the dsmally draped portrait of the lost
Rachel looking down gr.mly from the
wall.
On reaching her room, Anabel threw
herself into chair, and laughed more
! heartily than was becoming, considering
that dear Rachel had only been placed in
her grave that morning.
" really do believe that, after all, Au-
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| idea, Myra, how devotedly he was attach
ed 10 dear Rnchel. "
L" Indeed - and Myra raised her proud,
calm eyes, and looked at her.
I "He enjoyed such bliss with his poor
Rachel that his married life was per.
petual feast of 'nectared sweets"
When did he make that discovery"
"a few hours ago, dear sister. lie is
perfectly inconsolab.c, assure YOU |
! tried my very best at soothing him, but it
is of no use. lie will not be comforted,
! but is hopelessly wretched.
"rime is powerful soother, responds
ell Myra. Leave the work to him; lie
will do it most effectually no doubt As
the poet expressed it,-'rimo, that aged
nurse, rocked me to pstience.'"
go, rever, never Why, nv dear sis
ter, you don't know how dearly ho loved
her lie never will get over it. assure
you he will not. How we must have
wronged him in supposing be married
! Rachel for money, o no, it was genu-
inc love that induced him to take tor his
/ father-iu-law that vulgar, fat old plebian,
Peter Smidt, Esq. And he's grown so pi-
Gus, too know he will end it by becom,
ing a minister; this terrible grief has
, turned all his thoughts heaveaward.
al am happy to hear it, " responded
Myra quietly, for they were very far
from that direction before.
Weeks progressed, but Augustus re-
mained shrouded in woe; not one ray Of
peace had warmed up his deadened heart.
He would write on nothing but black
edged paper; covered every article that
had belonged to dear Rachel with black
Grape shut up her chamber, and every
time he passed the closed door snuddered
as if he saw her pale ghost stalking about;
read her printed obituary at night, before
retiring, and raid his deyotions to her
pictured form almost hourly. He kept
tho last pocket handkerchief carefully
folded up in tissue paper among his SHAY.
ing articles. His sisters began to think
that he would never get over it, and as to
his m0rrying agaiu-neyer, never!
Don't even hint at such a thing, An.
abel" he said with horror, when she
ventured to suggest that, perhaps, one
day he might replace the lost Rachel
"I meant years and years off, dear Angus
tus, " she said. almost timidly, "Of
course, not for twenty years, or perhaps
! fifteen.
Hush Hush / venerate Rachel's
memory too deeply, loved her most
devotedly. Pray, never speak in this
heartless strain again-it is very repulsivc
to my feelings.
81 only meant to console you, Angus
tus."
You take most remarkable way Of
administering consolation, when you
know my sorrow is as deop as the day
when | buried Rachel.
" But you must feel so lonely" persis,
ted Anabel
Lonely? Have | not my sisters and
Rachel's treasured memory No, Ana.
bel, | can never marry again. All | ask
is a quiet rest beside Rachel's coflired
form. "
Hoy shocking. Don't, pray, in"
dulge in such gloomy thoughts
"You ask me to be gay, said the dis
consolate widower; "but you ask an i'm
possibility, something utterly impractical.
bic, state of feeling can never again
rea ch.