Weekly Trinity journal., 1860-05-26
NUMBER 19.
A Disconsolate Widow.

After nine miles OF the most lonesome, nllly
and dreary road that ever mortal man travelled,
came in sight of what l supposed to be the
widows house. IL was low cabin at the foot
of the hill, with tremendous oak in front of it.
| saw somebody sitting under the tree, and, as |
approached nearer, discovered that ID was
woman, with her face buried in her hands, and
weeping violently. AS soon as | reached the
spot, addressed her somewhat in the following
manner:
al do not wish to be impertinent, madam, but
feel some concern to know what is the matter
with you"
"Oh boohoo! hoo oo-hoo-oo"
any dear madam what is the matter ?" de-
manded, becoming really concerned at the man
ner in which she was acting. She kept up her
agony of distress, while group of six or seven
children came from the neighboring bushes and
gathered slowly around her.
"Madam," | cried, "n the name of all that's
good, tell me what ails you"
"Oh, stranger ~ she exclaimed, raising her
eyes, bloodshot with weeping "my-boo hoo
hus--boo-band -boo-boo-dead ~ and she
again relapsed into her fit of weeping. | was
truly affected by the poor woman's distress, and,
though poor sinner myself, could not refrain
from offering her some consolation.
"My dear madam, do not give up to distress.
Heaven has promised to be a husband to the
widow, and o father to the fatheress. Cheer
up, my good woman the cloud may be dark,
but the sun will eventually dissipate it, You
may have to labor hard for your children, but
Heaven will aid you"
"That aren't nothing stranger" exclaimed
the woman, ''as fur the children haven't got
but seventeen, an | make support fur thin
easy enough. Heaven mout be my husband.
an has no doubt he'd make mighty good
husband but want n sure nuf husband, real
live one, like my poor John was afore he died.
Poor John-poor John Oh, me!--hoo-hoo &C.
ee Il"
ur 4 III 10 Ia iba,a
something so absolutely and purely original in
its ridiculous IDEAS that | could not help laugh
ing at the mourner AS soon rs possible | re-
covered myself and changed my tactics.
"Well, madam" | said, "if that's all, for
Heavens sake don't give yourself any more
trouble. There arc plenty of men in the world
surely you can get another husband"
al mout get another husband stranger, but,
oh | couldn't find nary mother like Johnpoor
John Oh, me-boo hoo ee ~
| What was there remarkable about him, madam!
If he was uncommonly likely, there are plenty
of handsome men left in the world. If he was
an extraordinarily strong man, know of some
giants in strength. Was he good, kind and
gentle, there are still such left on the earth.
Was he q man of extraordinary intellect, wisdom
or genius, depend upon 1t there are others equal
to him. Depend upon it, that no matter what
extra gift he may have possessed, with patience
and diligence you may find another to smooth
| tHc rough way vi lHc loT you, anu I'LL tuc NuOuu-
cy which distresses yon so.'
"Oh, stranger returned the woman, 60 know
! it's your kind heartcdness what makes you speak
So but faint worth while John wasn't nothin'
extraor' nary in none o. them things as you speak
of. But still | never, no never! | know never
| kin find the likes o. John agin on yurth. Oh,
John-poor John boo hoo eel"
"Well, madam, I've guessed till I'm tired.
What was there about John so remarkable %
"Markbull?" 2" she cxclammed "why, stream
ger, John was the best fiddler on earth. How
he would lay back behind his fiddle and roll his
beautiful red head about from side to side, rs he
played Sugar in the Gourd,' Pig in the Tatur
Patch Old Dan Tucker and all them tunes
Just to think 1t hain't been month since he
sit right here under this tree aud played for me,
while got up aud danced just this way to that
good old tune
OH she wouldn't and she couldn't and she
wouldn't come at all /!
TIE um tum diddle dun doodle addey day y
And here the woman jumped up and cut two
or three very difficult steps-half wny between
the pigeon wing and the old Virginia back step
while she sang the above tune then falling.
she screamed in an agony of distress" And
now he's gone-dcad!" Oh, mel"
| gazed at the woman for moment, and then
told her / knew some very good hddlers. She
Immediately became calm, aad looking up into
my face with an inquirng glance, she said:
"Stranger, may be you is good fiddler I'll
go and git Johns fdde" aud off she started
for the house.
As soon as she was out of sight put spurs to
my horse. Few understand the depth of such
grief as hers.
The time of the singing birds has come at last.
The snow has melted from the hills and jocund
rls are babbling in the valleys Early lettuce
appears on market stalls, and In q little while
violets will open their meek eyes in meadows
green. Bleak and barren landscapes will grow
bright again, and forests now dark and bare, will
put on their gay attire, and welcome, with sway
ing boughs, the advancing spring. The days.
curtained no more by sulen storms, will length
en-, and brighten as they lengthen and mclowed
nights will WOO the weary and sad to refreshing
sleep. The sluggish currents of out door life
will quicken with earnest Notwithstanding
activities will rouse from their lethargy, and
walk erect and strong again-dreary homes will
find CLEANS of sunshine lying on their thresholds,
and smiling in at open windows-and in desolate
hearts, compelled no more to strive against
pinching cold and inexorable want, hope will
build her nests and joy spread her feasts.
ATTENTION TO FRUIT IN THE EAsr.-Rev. S.
B. Bell, who is now in the East, writes in pri-
vate letter to the following effect:
/ notice in my native county (Orange, State OF
New York; with pain, scarce a particle OF i'm
provement In agriculture. ln pomology they
are behind even themselves The old orchards
are dead and no new ones in their place. That
portion of California in which | reside is really
ahead of this two-hundred years cultivated coun-
try, in thrifty scientific agriculture, horticulture
and pomology. The productions OF the country
look very diminutiye after having the eye filled
with California growths.
A MATHEMATICAL PRAYER-The Janesville
(Wis) Gazette has this paragraph " At a revi-
val meeting held in town near this city, few
evenings since, an aged German was powerfully
converted, when he Immediately offered, in sub
stance, the following prayer %, mine Gott,
do good to de Metodist peoples in Janesville--
dey got pig church and pig minister, and tree
hundred pious peoples dare II ten Metodist