The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1861-03-22

found out of or Ter, and how many new re-
quirements he lnade of me. He was as ex-
acting as if | aG been a recording machine.
Oh, how wretc; ed l should have been but for
my baby 1t was my one comfort, save God,
and he took the child
cannot talk of those first days of shad
ow, nay, of ute, darkness but, thank heav-
en-. they passel. and left the Sc #, sweet sun
shine of faith in a hereafter tn my newly
made angel. al d brought hack my husband
to love and its satisfying EXPIRE sions. When
the little hands grew rigid in their dimpled
beauty, and could no more for die nv own,
and the little smelly lips purp'ed into still
ness, Daniel O'elton first told me he loved
me, and beggei me TO forget the babe. and
rest my heart upon his great affection. Desth
took the seal of silence from his tongue. and
he confessed how e grudged the little crea-
ture the sweet words so constantly bestowed
upon it,-how W u't he had been TO her, and
promised that from the stiffness of the little
grave We made, 81 id arise ut'erarces from
the heart-each ii INK to each the drift'ngs
of thought. and how happiness rose and fell
j bv the worlds changes, and Or own deeds.
Oh, how it helped the Comforter and the
balm of time TO sooihe the pa n of my first
loss
Some one has saia that won en- think too
much of words. Perhaps they do, but II is
out of the power OF wives 10 in,erpre: deeds
rightly always, and :. little wor,i is so sweet
so Strengthening tc the faint heart, Laugh
as the cold world may over household en-
dearments, pity til. wife who does not
crave them, and more still, the one who
Graves them in vain. Deeds are mighty-but
words add to their val re a countless fold.
Our puritanc and sxpressioniess relatives
feared we had reached our dctage early, but
it is still prolonged.
A sweet woman said to me b 1t yesterday,
Grandmother, could forgive nv husband
much of neglect. much tf failur.. in his pur-
poses, if ne would only say pleasant things
10 me-if he would set each day around with
beautiful and loving words And under
stood her by the memory ofthai heart silence
between Mr. Ovcrton and myself.
Expression has had great growth since
we were married, and MANY h, ATTACHES will
be aliayed which grew 10 fostering when |
vas Young. II woman loves her husband,
why should she he ashamed 10 avow it ? The
world presume as much why be so fearful
of proving it by honest assertions
If man spends the best er rergies of his
life for the woman who VT ars h S name. why
should he blush to acknoW ledge his affection
by title Of endearment
Michaemas is almost here, and the fifty
years are nearl gone, but there is beauti
tu! world before Us, and playWe be not long
separated. Mr. Overton is looking at me a.
cross the journal he has been reading, while
pen this unsteady chirogral ny. and his eyes
are not so full of darkness and fire-a little
sottened in their hue, but very tender and
ne says, without thought it is silly
Molly. darling, don't You tire yourself with
hat pen. Did you know tie June roses were
out Never mind if they are gone in No
vemher, they'll be plenty in the greenhouse
and 90 over to him, and lie pushes my cap
b4ck little a, d adds
Not so very gray, wife; We'll 60 before II.
Al! white. I'm thinking, to see baby Ellen. hut
our children will grieve. aid So viii all the
Ii,t!, Ell,ns who call grandpa and grandma
so often and he grew silent, and so viii |,
only adding. Words are very pleasant when
they are sweet, and don't cost any trouble
Daniel OvcrtonS wish has been realized.
| have not repenteG, and neither has he
H,me UodUy.