Memphis daily appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1847-1886, 1861-05-19

You are The sun that ugais ne o.
through mfe's dark dismal way,
Tsar smiles @ me are momias's davn
That speaks lovely day
Your eyes. TIE stars that ever guide
NJ footstep5 out Of might,
And lead me to the sunny sido
Wnsre everything lie bright.
Yes are my arsi thought in the morn,
The last shat night can reap;
Toar IMAGE in my hearts, worn
In day time aud ia slespi
Your are TIE pulse that life doth give,
NJ everlasting goal,
The Joy fos which 7 long to live,
me heaven q my soul.
"ONLY WORDS"
Two women-a mother and her daughter
sat together in a smalIlroom, mesgerly fur
nished. They had on mourning garments, but
the gloom Of their habiliments was not deeper
than the gloom on their faces.
What are we to do, Alice ~ said the
mother, breaking in upon a long silence.
"If we were only back again to dear west
lips.
yes, if-but Westbrook lies more than q
thousand miles distant Il was sad day for
US my child, when we left there. We have
JOY ANAAANE NANNE W. AGLANN HAA 49,
Tears howed silently over The mothers face.
"It I could only get something to de-" said
Alice, show willing / would work. But no
one wants the service here that l can give"
"W shall starve, at this rate" spoke out
the mother, in a wild kind Of a way, as IL
fear bad grown suddenly desperate.
Alice did not reply, but sat very sulls II an
distracted way, Ike one whose thoughts have
grown weary IN some ~fruitiess effort.
81 dreamed last night,1 she said, lookiog
up, " that we were back in WestbroOk, and in
cur old home. That dear old homei How
plain saw everyt9ingI Isaw al the window
looking or upon the little garden in front,
from which The air came in filled with the
odor OF flowers, and as I sat there, Mr.. Fleet
wood csus By, lust as it used 70 be; and be
stopped and said, Good morning, Alice IN
that kind way in which he always spoke. ]
cried, when ! awoke, to find that it was only
a dream"
"Ah, if there was a Mr.. fleetwood here ~
sighed the mother.
"Slppose you write to him,n suggested
Alice "ths thought this moment comes into
ny mind. / an sure be would help US. You
know what an excellent man be ISL
q viii, this very day." replied the mother,
with hope and confidence in her voice. "Isn't
u strange that be was not thought OF before?
Some good spirit gave you the dream, Alice"
And the letter was written.
Let US follow this letter to Westbrook, and
note the manner in which it is received. We
find it in the hands Of Mr.. Fleetwood, who has
read it through, and is sitting with 3 troubled
look on bis face.
There is no help il me-" be said at length,
folding up tho letter and laying it aside.
Poor Mrs. Msynardl Is the DAY indeed SO
dark? God knows how willingly / would
help you were it IN my power. But misfortune
has not come to you alone. Il has passed my
threshold also, sndthe thresholds Of thousands
Aa-H4ma UT--NL--I
changes since you went away.1
Mr.. Fleetwood took The letter from the table
on which be bad placed il anG laid it in a drawer.
Poor Alice Maynard - be sighed, as be shut
the drawer and turned away. Al day long
the thought Of that letter troubled him. How
could be anBWer-What could be say? L was
an eager, eXpectant cry for help, bat be had
no help to give. The widowed mother had
asked hin FOR bread, and how could be offer
her mere words ID return-cold, disappointing
words?
For two days the letter remained In the
drawer where be had placed it.
al. is no use, be would say, as the thought
OF il now had again in.ruied. 81 cannot bring
myself to write an answer. Say what / will,
and he language must seem TO her but heart
less sentences. she cannot understand how
greatly thilgs have changed with me since
she went out from Westbrook. II she does
not hear from me she may think her letter has
been miscarried. She, like the rest Of Us, is in
Gods hands, and be will take care Of her.
We are OF more value than the sparrows.v
But tlis could not satisfy Mr.. Fleetwood. I
He had a conscience, and it would not let Kim
omit a plain duty without reproof.
"lt you have no money 60 give, offer her
kind and hopeful words" said the inward non
itor. Even the cup Of cold water must not Be
Withheld.o
Unable to make peace with himself. Mr..
E|anNrrnnN ar nauF eat 1~w-- 80 --.--- A.. D
widows letter. He wrote her a brief, kind,
suggestive note, but after reading il over twice
tore It up, saying, as be did SO;
ct reads ike mocEery. She asked me for
bread, and it seems like giving Der a stone.o
Then be tried it again, but net much more to
bis satisfaction. This answer be was also
about destroying: but be checked himself with
the words:
= mirit f6TtT letters, and the last
would read no better than the first. Let this
one gol"
And be folded, sealed and directed it. The
next mail that left Westbrook bore it away
for its remote destination. Let US return to
Mrs. Maynard.
awe should have had an answer from Mr..
Fleetwood two days ago, Alice.1
The daughter sighed, but did not answer.
"Whst tine does the mail from the east
come, Alice n
"Atfour o'clock"
And It is five now"
ayes, ma'am.o
"W0H't you put on your bonnet and step
over 70 toe post Office"
Alice went, and returned, az on The two pre-
vious days, with nothing In her hand"
"No letter 2" said Mrs. Maynard, as abe
she came in.
"None,7 was the ssdly-spoken reply.
ooh why has be not written? II help &
comes not from Mr.. Fleetwood, there is no
help for Us in this worid.7
Another day Of waiting, in which that de-
ferred hope which maketh the heart sick treE-
bled like the Light Of a taper Pickering in the
wind, passed YEARLY away. At five O'Clock
Alice was at He post Office again. Now a !
letter was placed in Der hand, directed to her
mother, and on toe envelope she read, with a
heart-b5und, the word "Westbrook.o Not feeser
than Der footsteps was the wind, as she ran
back home. {
"a letter, ard from West5rookp - she cried
out eagerly, as she entered the room where her
mother was anxiously awaiting her.
The hands Of Mrs. Maynard shook as she
opened and unfolded the long hoped-for an I
swer. twas brief, and its contents understood {
in a few moments. Alice, whose eyes were
fixed eagerly upon be- mother as she read in Z
silence, saW her counteuance change, grow pale !
and the look Of hopeful expectation died out I
utterly. Then as the letter dropped tot the floor, |
her hands were held up against her face % az {
to hide it from view, and she sat with the still
ness Of one who had been paraiyzed. Taxing J
I'D the letter, Alice read it. {
eHe writes kindly, . said Alice, as she fin I
ished reading the letter, "and there is comfort f,
even in words, when they come from the lips
Of a fTiend.D
"W6rds DO not feed the hungry or eloths the I
naked" answered Mrs. Maynard, in some Bit ]
tsrness Of tone. :
She had scarcely said this, when the door Of 1
the room in which they were sitting was s
pushed open, and a boy about ten years old, 2
barefooted and meagerly clad, came in, with a q
pitcher in one hand and a small basket in the :
other. Z
"Mother sent these, Miss Maynard,D he :
said, with a pleasant smile on bis face. The
picker was filed With new milk, and there
was a loaf Of bread, hot from the oven, in the }
basket. "Shs says if you please, to accept \
them.o :
oYour mother is very kind Henry" re-
piied Mrs. Maynard. "Teli her that I an verv nj
much obliged to her,o y
"ABd she's very much obliged to you" said
the boy.
aFor what, Hsnry?D
"Don't You know" And the boy looked al a
Der IN a pleased way. =
Mrs. MsTldfd shook Der bead.
eDon't you remember one day when I was
over here, that you asked ne III could readPn
"pVe forgotten" -
awe haven't then, mother and / You asked
ne II / could read, and I said no. Then you 81.
told me I must learn right away; and you got II
a book and showed ms AB Cs, making ne 20 -
over them a good many times, until I knew
them all By heart. Then you gave ne a book. m
I have studied il almost every day, ard now ] =
] can spell In two syllables."
"And this is why your mother sent me
such a nice loaf Of bread and a pitcher Of =
new milk2D
ayes, ma'am" -
ssThen you must bring your book over and let v
ne give you another lesson"
aOh, viii you ?" A light like sunshine
ZANE into TIE boys face" 2
ayes, Henry, sna with pleasure. You may
every day IL you will"
"MsyI II Oh, hat will be goodl And, Mrs. -
Maynard 4
Henry checked himself. BE evidently
Wished 10 20 q little farther.