The daily Green Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1861-1865, 1862-04-16
Aunt Dekby.

Aunt Debby was maiden ladn =.
to be an inmate of our family lona he ss cane
remembrance. Her personal apssar rs,. d!
stranger Was not attractive. She v aa'sh
and very slender, with "a small head , .aS "a al
dark bar. In her later years rema au 'aA
lew silver lines cleaned out from tho ' a
ly adj listed cap. Her gray eyes vers 's ~;
in their expression, but her mouth was N "
too prominent by projecting front to., .aa'
There was many line of toll and cs ,s'u-'
ven Oh her broad brow, and her thin oIs s'a'
sank away sadly beneath large, hpb b"''1
The loving hands that Iabored 50 ;1 no. yvuSs'
for my comfort were large and bopv sn1
joints Of the wrists aud fingers were distsnI '1'
by severe toll. Certainly, you would not " e,a
her person prepossessing. But to my cbiS J'.
heart, long years ago,and to my fond uemnr
even now, no image stands forth with mo, NO.!
loneliness than that OF my dear Aunt Da55 ''
My first memories are of her beario, w. w.
away in her arms from my mothers ,;as
room, and striving by uauy a successful '"a
to soothe my childish sorrows. # v''
weeping at the little griefs that seem 50 too
ish to older years, Aunt Dcbby did not janrb
at my moaning, but with sad face sic c,'s
ped me in her arms and, COVERING ma n;,.
kisses, made me know she felt my sorrow
When the long rainy days, that will 50 Of:
ten come, prevented my usual sports on the
fowery hillside, she devised thousand ~
pedients to light up the room where she r.,
manned, so that mend not feel the oppression
of the confinement.
When the dark shadows fell on the evening"
hearthstone, she went with me to my t'e
couch, and carefully prepared it for my quiet
repose. And then, how patiently she would
sit beside me when my tlmidity made NE
dread to be alone, and narrate many a tale Of
heroisn or virtue.
Nor was the hayward, ungrateful child til,
only object of her affection. She loved her
Savior. Every day she led me by the hand
away to her secret resort, where, falling be.
fore tho AIl-seeing One, she poured out her
full soul, often in an agony Of earnest suppl.
cation, to her Saviour, Father, Friend. How
l used to wonder at such TINES why such a
good being should need to seek so humbIy for
Gods favor. Yet | knew He heard he.
prayer, and l. imagined many precious prom
ises that He had whispered to her to cause
her face 10 shine with such holy joy when
she rose from her deyotious. 0, the soul
that beamed out at such times from Der DIM
gray eye gave me my first idea Of spirit
beauty.
My playmates called her old and houey
and SO, perhaps, IN the material, physical,
her features were; bat there was veil Of
loneliness, nay, " HE, an essence, q spirit
charm, that pervaded her being and mademc
wonder and admire.
In later years have asked again the
secret OF spirit beauty, and yet my heart will
answer " Love- Truly, where love is the
reigning influence all is beauty 0, this Sa
world OF love! The very air is whispering
Glove as it comes to sustain our life. The
perfume of the zcphyrs is only love. The
sparkling waters murmur " love" and every
flower and rustling Ieat repeats the word
Each bird-sopg from the forest bong D.
thunder.tone tlom natures orchestra is bua
note in the universal song Of love- All nature
sings Gods love to US, and the song reveals
the spirit OF beauty that is reiguiug every
where.
Would we have our lives accord with ma
ture's beauty? Would we wear charm 10
draw all hearts to ours? Let love be estaO'
lished sovereign upon our heart-throne.
Aunt Debby's love-labors on earth were
ended long ago. But, floating on the ar
from the world of spirits hear her an5e''
voice calling in kindly tones, Come come
home"