The Cadiz Democratic sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1854-1864, 1862-04-02


A pair OF blue eyes-long sunny brown
carls, and lips that would make you think OF
ripe cherries, as much as those cheeks would
oil roses. ... e4
| remember pair of dimpled arms and
shoulders, large straw hat wreathed with
fowers-and crimson frock trimmed with
white brad--a pair Of red morocco shoes and
pinafore. .-.
| remembers a little brown cottage among
the naples, where a laughing, babbling
stream meandered by, and the birds sing all
day long-th the steep bill at the right-the
garden with its wealth Of ''marigolds,"
"touch me nots" and "evening beauties
the porch iestooned with 'tmorning- glories,"
the graveled path borde red with pinks lead
ing to the gate--the old we'll with its IRON
bound bucket, and uuwieldly sweep and
moss lined curb-and martin box, and the
white curtains at the parlor windows.
remember the blue skies---and downy
clouds flecked with crimson, and starry
nights when the moon shone, and winter
nights when the snow lay on the ground,
when there was Ginning Of bells and peals
oflaughter. remember snatches of rhyme
and pattering OF little feet--and noise oi
playful chattering to dolls - and the chime
Of broken dishes, aud certain performances
on jewsharps. ,..r ....
Il remember great deal more than all
this. remember day when toys and dolls
were gathered up and put away by careful
hands-when the little worn red shoes, and
crimson frock, and white pinatore were laid
away. almost sacredy, in an unused drawer
suf yhap tbar iay hfor-
pattering o. footsteps. When the crib was
showed back against the wall, and the little
empty chair was put back in distant corn.
er. Remember tears and moans--and q
little, calm, dead face in coffin.
rs Dead! did say dead? No, no, that can not
be; you are living in my heart. in my memo.
,ry darling; living where no sickness or pain
can come, no death destroy. In Heaven
thank God! .....
There is little grave out under the ma
ples--there are very many such little graves
there are many broken hearts.-Well it is
there is One who can heal them. M
There are many vacant cribs, and empty
chairs, and desolate homes, What should
we do if He had not said-- '
"Sutfer little children to come unto met"
q Let me see the little crib, and chair anc
crimson dress, and the red shoes, and tn
white pinafore, don't hide them away -
Strew the playthings that she loved, the bit
OF broden china, the jewsharp, the dolls, AM
paper dresses all arounl. may shed tear.
overthem, but they not be bitter ones
The prints OF little fingers upon the lurni
,ture don't erase them! the marks of littl
footsteps here and there, don't efface them
the little hat with faded flowers twisted q
round it, let it hang where her little hand
put it; that won't grieve me now, don't tur
up the dog cared leaves Of her little primmer
her fingers made them. Put plate at the
table where she used to sit, and a higl
chair at its place--it will seem tho more a
ifshe was at play or running IN the garden
not as II we had shut her out not as If sh
were dead!
remember; aye, who does not remember
Who is there on the wide earth who has nc
some sacred memcry hid away from the pry
ing eyes OF the orld?--some recollectio
between which and nammon's worshipper
veil is forever drawn? Who could quito fol
got ifhe would! aye, who would quite forgs
ifhe could? -ssa.-.., .,.