Smyrna times., 1860-03-15
Writsen for the Smyrna Times.
The Orphan.

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y b. hnd 70 the 0rphan--iasherless, pothsrlen--
Hspyy though she may be slsierless, brothsrless--
Lsely in heart. and delected in feature s
risndless and desolaie-poor little creature!''
Yes, who SO sad and lonely as those bereft OF
heir parental They are alone in the world,
with no one 10 love them. or to smooth The
aagh and ,horny path of life; no one 10 be-
snw the kiss of affection, or TO guide them in
as slippery paths of youth; no one to love
Asm, but every one ready, with open mouth,
chids and upbraid them. Pity the parent
lss for theirs is an unhappy lot. No ray of
light, reflected from the guiding star Of love.
ksms upoa their isolated path-alone they
aust tread their way through an unkind and
suchsritable world Alone they mus. bear
tho illa Of life They are bereft of sympathy.
Kindness and all that makes this world beauti-
fs, aai worthy our thoughts and desires. The
los Of any friend is sad, but none so grie~ous
81 s,he death Of our Parents. Then the warm
est emotions ofour souls are stirred. and we
sand by the open grave, with hearts big with
sorrow, but The fountain Of our tears i'd sealed !;
ssi then we realize how "wild and deep is the
grSef that settles, fearless, On the SOUL" Can
yos. f,r one moment, imagine your Mother
giving yeu her last, feeble-but Oh how ten
dsr-dyiag embrace Feel the hand that has
always lsbHed for your comior, and happiness.
cold, and already moistened with the dew of
deash See the eye that has always beamed
lsve urou you. fast covering with the ice-flm
sfisasb {; the lips that were wont 10 press ma
isinaI kisses upon your brow. row unable any
Iosgsr 10 obey the dictates of that loving heart.
On can yo, picture your Fathers trembling
hsxI hid spon your head. and hear the low
iusshad blessing from his quivering lips
A1'hs Angel Of the Covensnt. which preserved
ne from evil all my life long. bless thee, my
ssld." Can you imagine these scenes, and
ss feel every ibrs Of your heart wrung with
.aguisA fHu.
When we look around us. how many Orphans
Do we see I Beneath their placid esteriors
lhsir hearts often ache, and even when gayesi
sIsad Of sorrow presses them down. II they
nd SICK. suffering with pain, no Mothers gentle
had sdministess 10 their wants no fond voice
s,oosAe lheir childish serrors. The strangers
lsxA and harsh tones are all that gress them.
h yos mot pity the mothsrIssss Does not
gss< heart bleed ior them when you hear them
ssaisd with harshness and unkindnesst and
ii their childish feelings regarded as gross
hAiss! God help and shield the mosherless
~ whom there gushes no rich fountain of fend
maternal love. The Orphan !-how sad a title
Ils" often thought thai the angels have al
ss*emI guardianship over the Orphan; The.
sssds ihsir wandering footsteps, and protec
Aeir bel whisper words OF hope an.
slesr, and lead them onward in the paths 0
slnas. ale who tsmpers the wind to th'
Asfa lamb" mersiiulIy protects those it'll
a'ss whom, in bis aIl-wise providence. he ha
ssa o. to bsreavs ofthsir earthly support.
i -Jadss kindly Of lhs nolhsrlsss, .sg5
~stry lot5s theirs.
Afd e0 the heart that gnysss seems,
4 leui Of sorrow bears
~ senlle form above ihem bends.
70 ssslth the couch pain;
ks' voice so fond as hers essay
10 eilm The ieverish brain.
ohsf tongues may whisper love.
4 IA scesns soft and mild
ssH n'sss on earth pure as that IA
Il M,Iner bears her child"
4 NEyA.