Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1862-06-05

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dying mother.
Ny eye wandered over the handsom,
home of the wealthy-notsd the rich cur
tains that the wind swept gracefully tc
and fro-the handsome pictures that hung
from the lofty ceilings; for through the en-
tire street. the windows were thrown oper
to admit the air which. this morning
seemed laden with sweets. Ny heart ques
toned of many things: A Tantalul
"why?" and "wherefrom?" rung in my
ear. as I coHtrasted these regal dwelling.
with the garnet homo Of the Summers
But knew my heart was an undisciplined
thing. aud much given to ask naughty
questions: so l bid it "Se still. and hast
eued my steps. only just reaching the boat
in time. ] found Mrs. Lawrence engaged
iu writing letter to her son who was
away At College, 1t took very few
minutes to interest this good woman in be-
half of the Summers very few more
till we were seated in her comfortable car
rage. aud speeding awsg to their relief
AS my heart had foreboded. we found the
mother dead. AMI poor Jessie in an agony
of grief.
"Shs Just stepped away" yiney said,
Poor lamb" she added. "she went off SO
still like that we never knew when the
Master came"
OF the sad burial IL is needless to speak
My heart even now throbs at the thought.
When all was over. Miss. Lawrence carried
Jessie home with her. 1t was her inten-
ton to give the poor orphan home and
educate her for q governess. which she was
amply able to do. Jessie incurred for heI
mother till she grew thin and pale: but as
months passed away. she learned to love.
devotedly. the gentle woman who SO nobly
filled that mothers place.
II Was now late in the winter. When
spring came my changeful lite called me
to another part of the world. and for seven
years never saw sweet Jessie Sumner. ]
correspondent. at rare intervals, with Mrs.
Lawrence. and through her learned OF Jes-
sic. Once letter came, saying she had
abandoned her intention Of making Jessie
governess; and instead. had adopted her as
q daughter. She loved her already as her
own child. 1t was Aliens wish, she said,
as we'll as hers. Enclosed was a dainty
note from Jessie. begging mo to write to
her-thanking me for the happy home she
had, for the kind mother and noble broth
err. From this time forth we -correspon.
ded, and / learned much of the young girl.
heart. Her letters told Of purity, and
showed that the woman's heart had al.
ready asserted itself. My vivid fancy had
already conjured up romance; tor though
no written words had ever told me SO.
knew that "Jessie's love" was given tt
the kind. noble brother" she wrote about
knew the .'signs Of the times"-tht
sweet unfolding Of the heart. leaf by leaf
to the enhancing music of lsye! l knew
it sll-therefore. tremble when see love
dawning in woman's heart. 1t is fear
full thing to Lowell because we then pu
away our childhood forever?-ay, and oul
liberty!
When we love we give our life into the
keeping Of another-our happiness has
gone ont of our own control. We never
| think, really live till we love. We dc
not understand the full glory Of life-w'
are as little children! The love-tales W.
read, the poets page we con. are myster
les till love unloeks the heart and VI
awake to the grand knowledge that elf
is love!" The grandeur Of the starry sky
the glory of the sflower-gemmed summe
time have two fold beauty how; for low
has flung its vail over everything on earth
Surely ~
There is nothing halfso sweet OH earth
AS Loves young dream"
Some say that. as years creep on. on
love dream is forgotten. Not so. 1t ma.
slumber for time, or be carefully put
way with other precious things that
pains us TO look upon, bu. never forgotten
Or, if it is like some strain Of rich musi
some melody Of old--to rs as
Forgotten music, till some chance
vibrates the chord whcreon it sleeps"
i In fact ! hear some oldish and particu
larly matter of-fact person laugh at m.
rhapsody-but, o dear lady, Of digni6ed
calm featured age. turn your eyes inward
and begin to search among your most pre-
cious relics, and see il the memery ofyou
early love is not the most sacred thinl
iLTe8SuItQ lutIcs xNO notbSt "ses ~ iof'
and crosses, and hard rub" we have me
with in our passage through life. tina
memory is an oasis in the great Sahara Q
life.
"For never another dream can be
Like that early dream o. ours--<s
When Hope, like aehild, lay down to sleep
Amid the fairest Of flowers.
"But Hope has wakened since and wept
Itselflike a rainbow away;
And the flowers have faded and fallen around
We have none for wreath to-day"
II wanted but three days till Christina
almost seven years from the time lei
Camden) that letter came from Mr.
J Lawrence. renewing an invitation give
many times, that should be with ther
! ON Christmas day. The children" SD
wrote, "were going to have large fancy
dress party" (she did not approve of ball
1.-The good sonl!-and like many other
: whipped the old gentleman" etc) 80
Christmas night. and joined with her ]
pleading for my presence"
: went. for as it happened / had som
time at my own disposal. Owing to a de
tention on the cars, / did not arrive q
Philadelphia. till eight o'clock on Christ
mas night. The first person I saw wa
D Allan Lawrence. whose kind welcom