Pomeroy weekly telegraph. [volume] (Pomeroy, Meigs County, Ohio) 1860-1866, 1862-11-28

for her truth. Annette continu ed-eIf
my beloved sister would thrown open
the rich store house of her mind, and
cultivate the affections of her heart, she
would be more beloved than ever by
her husband, and command the respect
Ii indeed, it would be worth com
manding- of those who fattered and
better still, of those who never soiled
their lips by fattery or falsehood."
"Annette Feversham, the philoso-
pher r exclaimed the lady contemptu-
ously.
Annette Feversham, the naturalist,
if yPu will" replied her sister, play
fully 'sMay I tell you tale? 1t is
very short and very true. You know
thai when you were engaged in the
business of fashionable life, your boy
wassarn over to his childish aunt, as
companions we'll suited to each other
Well, sister I have learned from chill
dren more wisdom, more of the natural
wisdom which comes from God, than I
ever learned from men. Their goodness
is so active, and their thoughts given
with so much honesty. [ love to hear
them prattle Of their miniature hopes and
fears, before deceit has fought them
mystery or copcealment. Do you re-
member the first day you ventured to
your dressing room, you ordered Ed
ward to be brought in? [ was well
long before, and had seen him frequently;
but some weeks had elapsed since he
had been permitted audience of his
mother. Sister you took him in your
arms, kissed his fair brow thousand
times and wept salt-yes sweet-tears
fjoy; they were brighter to my eyes
than the gay jewels of your coronet; for
they were natures tears"
perhaps they were tears of pride;
shed at my own change"
"Ill not believe it He too had suf-
fered the disease, but 'scaped without a
blemish. All, my good sister you wept
for joy-to see his brow unstained.
II did [ did!'
IL know you did. took him tie his
chamber, and after a grave pause, he
looked intA my face, and clasping his
tiny hands, exclaimed, L am so happy
that mamma has grown ugly; shall tell
you why, dear aunt. 1t has taught her
to be kind. She never kissed me so
before. Shall pray tonight that she
may continue always ugly 2 Trust me,
dear sister, Ned was the true philoso-
pher, he knew that people, though they
may be admired for beauty, are never
loved for it,
"My poor boy!' said the lady, after a
painful pause. "My poor, dear boy
he is noble child and may thank you
for it, Annette; L trusted him to menials;
you saved him from contamination"
Il am not yet come out, :" retorted Miss
Feversham with her own peculiar arch
ness of manner; when | am: [ shall
have other employ ments, 1 dare say,
like other young ladies'
annette d } not trife now My child
might think those seams of very little
consequence; but my husband then
those women-those beauties | have so
long eclipsed.'
.'Ah, there it is I will not believe
it is on Leslie account Of you sorrow
he is but one of the many If have
wronged you by my trankness, she con-
tinued, seeing the cloud again gather
ing on her sisters brow, 'study but the
ar,s he loves, and on my knees, III
crave pardon-and never-never-
never any more offend. He loves a
country life-he loves simplicity"
He ought to have married you"
"Perhaps he would had [ been old
enough Ny glorious sister if you
look so upon me, III never jest again.
| know not why jest-a jest is play
on truth and truth | have ever wor-
SHIPPED. With reverence [ speak; it is
the earthly type Of all things, heavenly.
God is truth-his word is truth; truth and
faith are one-truth should be treasured
in our hearts, dwell ever N our lips
brighten our eyes-shed Il pure lustre
over our features, lustre that can make
beautiful the plainest face. A noble
thing is truth y
"Annette, there new spirit created
or reused within you"
"Lady, it is not new; love may burn
family for a time, but it can be quick "
famed by circumstances to flame.
loved my sister; and when [ looked
into her mind | saw but one blot there
twas vanity feel that am touch
ing a dangerous theme, with much too
free a hand but you have called me
friend-that is title dearer far than
sister I've heard you say men are ca
PRECIOUS, and would feed on loveliness,
like bees. taking honey, returning stings
that thew would move from flower to
flower, seeking the sweetest; but Leslie
is not one of these. We look upon the
plainness of the thing we love until it
grows into beauty
''He could not look on me, Annette,
replied Lady Leslie, without drawing
omparison-what l was and what l
am"
"My dear sister, let me tell you one
more short story, and [ have done.
'In an Eastern country, no matter
whether in Persia or Turkey, but some
where in the East, there was spring,
limpid spring. whose waters were like
crystal, and upon the margin thereof the
nymphs and good spirits used to congre-
gate, and return thanks to Allah for
having placed so delightful fountain
by the wayside The holy men who,
journeying from country to country,
drank of its refreshing waters, declared
that it came directly from the center Of
the world, and brought to its surface the
virtues, and medicaments that before
we're concealed in the bowels of the
earth. The fame of the well spread far
and near; and one of the rulers Of that
country said: