The Kingwood chronicle. [volume] (Kingwood, Va. [W. Va.]) 1861-1861, 1861-03-09
SUNDAY READING,

" thoughts upon MlnlSterlng Angels. In
reading them over one seems to reahae the
presence Of the departed ones. Thought ira
verses space and seems to bring back the hap
py scenes of other days, Of joys that have
faded with the forms Of loved and cherished
friends. May our friends pen not remain
| idle. EDS.
MINIsTERING ANGELS beautiful
have gone with their bloom from the gase Of
human eyes. Soft eyes that made it SPRING
time in our hearts are seen no more. We
have loved the light Of many smile that
has faded from US now; and in our hearts
have fingered sweet singing voices that now
are hushed in the silence of death. Seats are
left vacant in our earthly homes, which none
again can fill. Kindred and friends, loved
ones, have passed away one BY one; our
hearts are left desolate we are lonely without
them They have passed with their love a
| that land, from whose bourn no traveller ~
turns Shall we never see them again
Memory turns with lingering regret to reca1
those smiles and the loved tones Of thosel
dear familiar voices In fancy they are ofteD
by our side, but their home is on brighte1
shore. They visit us in our dreams, Aoatina
over our memory like shadows over mOonlit
waters When the heart is weary with an
guish, and the soul is bowed with grief, do
they not come and whisper thoughts Of com.
fort and hope Yes, sweet memory brings
them to US, and the love we bore them lifts
the heart from earthly aspirations and we
long to JOIN them in that better land. They
hover round us, the ETHEREAL, dear, departed
ones-the loving and the loved, they watch
with eyes that slumber not When gentle
dreams are wandering to the angel land, in
whispers wake the hymning strains Of that
bright and happy choir. revealing many .
tale Of hope, and bliss, and tenderness, and
love. They tell Of sunny realms, ne er view
cd by mortal eye-of forms arrayed in fade
less beauty-and lofty anthems to their great
Creators praise are sounded forth in sweet,
seraphie numbers. And this bright vision Of
the hlest dissolyes the tumult Of life's jar
ring scenes; they fade in air, and then We
glory in the thought that we are heirs Of inn
mortality. And why is it that we regard
with such deep reverence and love, those
bright, celestial beings Of another spherc2
Ah, It's because they take an interest ia our
welfare, and JOY over our success in the great
battle Of life They are not selfish in their
happiness, but fain would have Us ahare it
with them.
The following, from little orphan sirl.
one who has already felt the bufetings Of
stern and cruel world, is so full Of tonchinR
simplicity, to say nothing Of beauty, that "
cannot pass it by. The writer is but little
girl and we produce the article almost verba-
tim. In a private note to us the author says,
Il am but child, but hope to be of use
some day. II coming events cast their
shadows before, we may foresee the future
her through life $ wearisome journey: may
adversty only tend to develop the faculties of
mind and body, and raise the orphan 70 emf
nencc among the noble women of our land
EDITORS.
LINES TO MT DEPARTED MOTHER Thou,
my mother, vast to me the most lovely and
charming being on earth. Ny heart twined
around thee as the wild vine around the O.
press. But, alas too soon the silyey cord
was broken BY Deaths cold, icy hand The
vast taken to that heavenly cline, whers n
is JOY and peace, to sing songs of love t66w
heavenly King, and to praise him fro1o9.
Thy child is left alone to wander s. ~
wide and unfriendly world no mothers ~
to pity her, nor father strong arm - -
port and protect her from the many 1n1ros
to which she is exposed
Sorrowful, indeed, is the orphans lot; -
mother to excuse her wayward actions to eIitb
icising strangers. Oh, dear mother, = -
thy spirit ever near TO guide my thoughts r
VISIONS ways? May thy angel spirit 60
hover round to protect me in the paths q
virtue and truth
Grant, oh Lord, to hear the orphan's pray
er, and nerve her heart with ! holy seal q
heavenly love, Prepare me, oh Lord, =
meet my sainted mother in that happy ADa,
there to weave the long white robes asd Na1k
with her the golden streefs Of the ne1 u
rusalem' There the orphan win not b 81
aside OF treated With disdain By the rich md
proud. There the orphan will not turn oat.
Of the way to weep alone over The wIoses a
the naughty oppressor. But God VIII leEe
the orphan and the oppressed i that helt
land, and give them peaca md jeE o.,
Lord, prepare thou me 70 enter tless eraaE
the orphan prayer, and teaeh her - obev
thy commandments, that whsn dsath eona
she may die ID peace
The pledge didn't save ne, abatiasnee
did not cure me, hv did not bind -, = -
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