Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1860-05-31

land, and she sinking into the tomb. Some
times she would fix her eyes, on her dear
old mother, with a look of inexpressiblt
tenderness and affection. Then she woulc
look out at the window on the clear day anc
the tranquil sky, with pure exalted hope
in her glance, and her whole face kiudline
into loxefamile. Again, as she listened
to the: reading of the Bible, her heart would
melt with: grief, bound with JOY, expand
9itF faith: or throb with eagerness to go tc
|la everlasting home, as the page inspired
1t6ssemotion. Never did the star Of love
set in the purple-and.goldeu twilight more
jsweetly than she sank to rest in the colo
'iffihs arms of death.
One day, while she fingered on the verge
Of life, travelling artist came; and he
took her picture. It was a warm, lustrous
day; and the window was thrown open tc
the noon tide sun. The artist caught the
scene; the girl on her death. bed the oper
window; the indistinct landscape without
aud transferred them to canvas. Well was
| it done; and this is the other picture that
hung on the walls at Fall-view, with the
simple words beneath: "SARAH SHELBY ~
In few weeks the press was filled with
startling accounts of shipwreck off the
coast Of Portugal; and when the names Of
the lost were made known, Henry Herbe,
mont was among them. He had gone down
to that coral grave which filled the imagi.
nation of Sarah with such horror. They
had loved in life; and in death they were
not divided. True, one slept in quiet
graveyard and the other in the "blue.
lone sea-; but sooner than if they had re-
NAMED on earth, they met, and are now
enjoying the beauty and the glory for which
their souls thirsted, in the land of the here
after.
When Mother Shelby had ended hel
story, she added :-"Ah, my children, be-
fore that time, I was very vain and selfish
woman. I loved the world. Twas fond Of
fine dress, and vain of my beauty; for
knew thatI was beaut full. But pride must
have its fall; and the Lord crushed the
poison out of my heart, that his spirit might
dwell there. I thought for awhile should
never get over it-my heart was so neal
broken. For Sarah was the loveliest child
I ever saw; and Henry was noble boy
They died, too, so strangely. But 1 an
more resigned now. TRY to do good to all
and to be contented if not cheerful anc
happy. God bless you, my children; auc
remember, when the dark days come, they
are often blessings in Disguise"
I may add that George McMorris and
Mary Wilson were married and are living
happily together Harry Shelby is wid
over. He led the gentle Ellen McMorri.
to the altar in due time. She died and
left an infant daughter, who has grown ur
to be beautiful girl in her teens. But
Harry has remained unwedded to second
wife. Though he is very cheerful, SO much
so that a stranger would rarely surmise the
grief of his early manhood; yet the pecu
liar charitableness of his views and sympa
thies with the suffering, shows that he keeps
the memory of the dead still green in his
heart of hearts. Thus the sorrows of life
are often the seeds, sown in the heart, of 9
harvest rich in hope and happiness. Tears
are the dews that water its flowers; aud
grief gives them sweeter fragrance.
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