Alexandria gazette. [volume] (Alexandria, D.C.) 1834-1974, 1860-12-03
MscELLANEoUs READING.
A LIGHT IN THE WINDOW FOR THEE.

A.LIGHT IN THE WINDOW FOR THEE.
When a boy twelve years old, worked
hard to support my mother: and two young
brothers, and usually carried my earnings
home every evening. One night, it being
very dark and muddy, and having three
miles to travel, and g. heavy bundle TO carry,
| did not reach home until late Ny mother,
feeble and weary, had retired, but quickly
arose when she heard my footstep, and met
me eat the door with warm heart, and q !,
warm tear, and kiss, and q GOD bless you,
my dear boy! After this, my son, III set
light in the window for you" And true to
her word, the bright light int the window ap-
peared. Oh! how it cheered my heart, ever
after, for years.
Health failing me, I left home latter my
brothers could help my mother, and went to
sea. When three years from home, and on
the Pacific Ocean, my mother died; and just
before she expired, she said to those around
her, "Giye Edward my dying blessings, for
he has been good boy, and tell him | have
got to heaven. and will set alight in the win
dow for him." .eia BIZ sss9 .l:s II. .
There's, a light in the window for thee, dear
brother,
There's q light'in the window for thee;
Our mother has moved to mansions above
There light in the window for thee;
A mansion in Heaven We see, -rs.. ..e..
And light in the window for thee
There's crown and robe and palm, dcar
brother, z...1 go sf
When your labors have ceased to be, @ l,~
For Jesus has gone to prepare you home,
With light in the window for thee;
A mansion in Heaven we see, h1I1.12 g .sa&#
Aud light in the window for thee.
Oh! watch and be faithful and pray dear
.: brother, y: - %sE=i5s *E s. s|
All your journey Ger lifs's troubled sea;
Though Affections assail you, and storms beat
severe, % .''i!., Y s55s ss @<
There's light in the window for thee; a.E
A mansion in Heaven we see,
And 8 light in the window for thee.
Then on, perseveringly on, dear brother,
Till, from conflict and suffering free;
Bright angels are, reckoning you over tho
There's light in the window for thee; ,'#Fs
A mansion in Heaven we see, a:.,-.., ..a:.. .st.
And light in the window for thee.
SMILES AND TE4Rs.-We 90 down Broad
way with lingering steps; we lounge along,
and stop now and then. At times it is trife
of dress, poetic in its expression, or love-
ly picture shown in the truest light of Heav-
ems wealth of yellow sunbeams; confusion
of foreign tops tempts ones lost childhood
back again, or pillows of draped silk swell,
fold above fold, ripping in silent, superb
splendor. Gold glanees out from nearly every
corner, golden girdles and clasps, nets that
look like woven sunlight, and linked pearls
with their limpid purity and bride-like sug-
gestiyeness. Ill., .r.,..
Appropos Of brides, there is a window
dedicated to them and their needs exclusive.
ly-a window that ought to have corniccs
cupidcared, and be emblazoned with by
menial torches, and other recognized symbols
of wedlock. 1t is one Of the 50 famous Tuck
sr showwindows. Fleeey bridal wells float
wooingly from orange blossom chaplets.-,
That they are illusion, provokes sundry ssr-
from our bachelor brothers. N'im-
porte-bridals boquets, natural as arts per-
fection can render them, bloom in fadeless
beauty, immortal as should be the love and
union they typify. Glove knots and bridal
favors-festoons of lntertwined myrtle and
orange buds-~-clematis and just opening roses
garlanding cloud-like masses of bridal
robes-white, all white-shadowing youth,
and innocence and the purity Of maiden
hood, 81. ,.:..-a "a. 61fr .s,....s@
Many young girls heart futters as she>
hastily glanoes at these symbols of her COM
ing fate; and I saw two bright tears slowly.
swell into the mild eyes of a still youthful
form that hurried by in saddest weeds Of
widowhood.@ : g.41.> s. .35.ll- -,l.t t....'
Without a desire. to be facesious upon
doleful topic, what name could be so appro-
pirate to mourning store as that seen above
one of these emporiums of the "trappings
and suits of woe"-W eedss 1t always ap-
pears to be like sad sort of sign joke. and
not as the name Of; a proprietor; one, it may
be, already enrolled in the "Doomsday Book"
The windows of these dismal shops Of sad
ness are like the black letters in our illum-
mated MSS, and with their dusky clouds
and pearly or purple shadows, add to, rather
than detra ct from, the brilliancy Of Broad
ways tout easemble.-N. r Lady Corr. PHI.
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