Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1861-12-25
True Pathos.

AS germain to this kindly season, We make On
extract from tho celebrated "Dombey and Son."
Of CHAsLEs DICKENS, and suggest it to our lady.
readers as gem of simplicity, truth and beauty.
For those who may not bare road this book. va
should remark that tho Infusion is to the death of
Mrs DoAsEr, fruil but devoted mother, who
leaves behind her little daughter Of some seven
summers and IN infant son. The little girl had
been immediately sent from homo ON tho occur
renee Of thut event, but she returns in few weeks
and enters by surpriso the room wherc tho good
nurse, RICHARDS, is watching her infant charge.
The hitter had been introduced into tho house nf-
ter FLogENcEs departure, aud they nero un-
known to zach other Bu, the kind hearted RICH
ARDS, hersclfa mutlor quickly sees the truth
when tho following touching dialogue ensues:
It's Miss Florence como homo from b or aunt's,
no doubt" thought Richards, who had mover
seen the child before. Hopo SEQ you vol
Miss"
" Il that my brother?" asked the child, point
ing to the Baby.
. Yes my pretty" answered Richards "Come
and kiss him."
But the child, instead of advancing, looked her
| earnestly in the face, and sold:
"Whut have you done With my Mamma ?"
Lor bless the little creeter!" cried Richards,
"uhst sud question I done? Nothing Miss
hat have they dono With my Mamma" In
Quirod the child
:" I never saw such melting thing in all my
life = said Richards, who naturally substituted
for this child ono Of hor own, inquiring for her-
self in like circumstances. "Come nearer here
my doar Miss ! Don't be afraid of me-"
''I nm not afraid OF you," said the child draw
ing nearer. +" But want to know what they have
done with my Mamma"
my darling" said Richards, "you weur that
pretty black frock in remembrance Of your Nam
| ma"
II can remember my Mamma" returned the
child, with tears spriuging to her eyos, "in any
frock."
"But people put on black, to remember people
when they're gone"
"Whcrc gomez" asked the child.
"Comc and sit dorm by me-" snid Richards,
"und I'll toll you a etory."
With quick perception that it was intended
to relate to what che had asked, little Florence
laid aside the bonnet she had hold in her hand
until now, and sat de1n on stool at the Nurses
feet, looking up into her face.
"0ucc upon time suid Richards "there
wus = lady--a very good lady, end her little
daughter dearly loved her."
"A very good lady and her little daughter dear
|
"Who, when God thought it right that it shoull
be so, was taken i'll and died."
The child shuddered.
Died, never to be seen again by any one On
earth, and was buried in tho ground uhero tie
trees grow"
:" Tie cold ground" said the child shuddcrins
again.
"No! The warm ground" returned Polly seis-
ing her advantage "wherc the ugly little seeds
turn into beautiful flowers, and into grass, and
corn, and J. don't know what oil besides. Where
good people turn into brigh. angels, and fy away
tu Heaven
again, snd sat looking at her intently.
So; ; let me see," suid Polly, not a little dur
riel between this earnest scrutiny, her desire TO
comfort the child, her sudden success, and her
very slight confidence in her own powers :" So,
when this lady died, wherever they touk her, or
wherever they put hor. she wont to God and she
prayed tu Him, this lady did," said Polly, a:ct-
ing herself beyond measure; being heartily in
earnest, ito teach her lite daughter to be cure
OF hut in her heart: and to know that she Was
hnrpy there and loved her still and to hope and
ry-Oh all her lite-to meet her there one day,
never, mover, never to part my more"
ut was my Mamma" exclaimed the child,
springing up and clasping hOr around the neck.
"And the child's heart" said Polly, drawing
her to her breast: "the little daughters heart,
was 30 full Of the truth Of this that even when
sho heard il from strange nurse that couldn't
| tell it right, but was poor mother herself aud
that WINS all, sho found o comfort in it-didn't
feel SO lionel cly-sobbcd and cried upon her bosom
-tuuk kindly to tho baby lying in her lap-and
there, there, thcrcw sai Polly, smoothing tho
chds curs and dropping tears upon ,hein.
There, Z" poor dear"