Pomeroy weekly telegraph. [volume] (Pomeroy, Meigs County, Ohio) 1860-1866, 1862-09-26

SO | SAID in my thought. "The burder
was toe heavy for her own soul, and she
has laid it upon Him. Her refuge is
with the Comforter
Often during, the services nv eve.
turned, invo1untarily turned, toward the
young lady, who had awakened in mt
an interest lt Little short of fascinatioa.-
NO more deyout Worshiper sat under
the Preachers administrations. She
Impressed me as one who had turned
hopeiessly from earth, and rested al
with Heaven.
1 AS IhoVed down one of the aisles
latter the benea aietion had been. pro,
sis Z go sssss sssa {. /.
was alone My thought went instantly !
to his wife sorrowing for her dead son
This may indeed prove too heavy a
burden, SO thought. "What fearful
weight to lie upon mothers hearth
"W hat" | calculated, speaking hall
aloud, as a new conviction flashed across
my mind, did that arrow strike there
also?"
Mr.. B has passed 6y the pew
door from which the pale faced young
woman was stepping into the aisle, and
is taking her hand. l did not see his
face, bnt | noticed faint sad smile on
her lips. They passed out together -
In the vestibule they fingered, and, in
answer to questi IN, heard Mr.. b
say:
Il think she is little more like her
self. Come and see her, won't you?-
1t will do you both good"
Tears sprang to her eyes. My own
were filing
Il will come I saw her lips culver
as she thus answered, and then turned
almost hastily away.
Poor Alicer' said voice near me.
Does t it ma ke you sad to see her?"
was the response.
Sad enough" answered the first
speaker.
They have been some time engaged
and were to be married as soon as the
war is overr'
Her friends feared awhile for her
reason"
Yes, and then for her lite But she
is steadily regaining strength of body
and mind. I Was glad to see her in
church to-day. She was always pure
and good, and God will comfort and
snstain her."
Mr.. b was in church also"
Yes. Poor man! He really looks
broken"
They say that Edwards mother has
scarcely been out cf her room since the
dreadful news came. Oh, I have pitied
her so much"
The speaker passed on, and I heard
no more.
Only one killed! Hardly worth
the Ii;stsof a telegram
1t seemed as if some rebuking spirit
had thrown these words into my mind
| was shocked. aud sensible Of creep
ing shudder along my nerves. Then
my mind was crowded with a myriad
multiplication of the sorrow and pain
that had followed that one death. A
year of warNwith hundreds of thousands
In battle array, and killing and wound
ing is thing Of daily occurrence-aIas!
alasl What imagination can reach The
fearful aggre gate?
When peace eomes-when the hydra
head of treason lies crushed at the Ma
tion's feet-shal we pass the awful
crime of those who, for selfish and
wicked ends, turned our fertile fields to
battle ground, and cemeteries, and des,
olated our homes as IA light thing?-
>halt We give the fraternal hand. and
offer the kiss of reconciliation is though
all were an innocent mistake or pecca-
dillo? By the suffering and sorrow that
unassnaged, no! Not revenge,
not that, not !. Christian people; but
stern ami abiding remembrance of the
spirit that prompted the evils we have
endured, and a never ceasing condem-
nation of all who favored it in word or
deed.