Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1863-05-08

Their ?" said she, gently 81 cannot
sleep without your goodnight blessing.
Promise me one thing" she said. "Iet
us not speak of this subject till the month
is past Let everything be as it has been
before"
Very well, have no objection to
that. 1t is best upon the whole" And
the father and daughter separated for the
night.
A few evenings after the above con-
versation, in looking over the paper, Mr..
Moore announced the following:
" In Cuba, August %, 1856, of yell
low fever, Mr.. Edgar Ross, of C"
When he had finished, no raised his
eyes and cast one look towards where
Lena sat. Her hands were pressed con,
vulsively on her side, while with parted
lips and pale cheeks she leaned forward,
looking at him anxiously; then fell for
ward, sent forth shrek so fearful and
piercing that every one was aroused She
was borne to her room, where she re-
manned insensible for some hours. That
night she said to her father. who watch
ed by her side:
" Where have they laid Edgar ?"
"When you are well you shall know"
he replied.
All the succeeding day Lena's grief
was bitter and despairing; but at night
she was calmer, and earnestly desired to
be left quite alone. EARLY the next morn
ing her father vent to her room, and was
surprised to find her looking much like
her former self, and speaking almost
eheerfully; but towards night she re-
lapsed into fits of hopeless grieying -
Again with sleep seemed to come peace,
even an exhalation of spirit, which con-
tinued only for the morning hours, and
50 lasted throughout the week. The
poor girl gave her father beautiful ex-
PLANTATION of this mystery.
" Every night" she said, "my poor
Edgar comes to me in vision. He folds
me in bis arms and lays his hand on my
hot forehead, and looks so pitifully into
my eyes he wipes away the tears, and
comforts me, OH so diyinely. He looks
as he always did on earth, only more
beautiful He gives me strength ant
Joy to sustain me till we meet again bu
l am SO weak that, before the day il
through, it leaves me. Yet he never fall
to come to me, or draw me to him,
scarce know which / seem in a state
like that of the Apostle, when he knew
not whether he was in the body or out
| only know | am with him and content.
"Oh, my poor Lena would to God
had not done that one rash deed Blu
now too late. Oh, my poor, poor Lena ?
Long did Mr.. Moore watch by the bed
side Of his poor gill Can nothing b.
done Is there no help y he exclaimed
wildly, rising and waking to and fro
X x X 4
Since the above record, we have al.
lowed the stream of time to flow on for
while without any register Of the events
that marked its course. But it did flow
bearing GU its swift current human hopes,
and joys, and fears The wiud-blow1
blossoms, the green leaAct, the broken
branches ard tho upfooted tree--all were
drifting along the tide that, unreAuent
and unebbing, rolls on to the ocean Of
eternity. 1t rushes on, leaving many a
gallant bark and stately vessel wrecked
upon its waves, and pauses not for the
shrek of the drowning or the moan Of
the surviving but all is desolation and
ruin where its pillows dash. Green islcts,
like emerald gems, sparkle on its waters
newborn flowers margin its shores, and
other barks, with snowy sails and gallant
crews, lOave their glittering wake on the
swelling food.
Winter and summer, seed time and
harvest, came and went, and the princi-
pie characters in our drama Of life cx-
perience but little change in themselves
or surrounding circumstances. In the
meantime, Edgar lives far away among
the isles. Fortune has smiled upon him,
and he is soon TO start for home, laden
with precious gems, li.tle knowing the
sorrows Of poor Lena.
The long summer days had merged in
to autumn, where hAzy breath hoated like
a misty veil over the distant hills. Slow
ly and noiselessly the leaves were drop
ping, one by one, from the maple trees,
strewing the withered grass with car
pct Of gorgeous hue. The birds had sung
their farewell song TO their summer nest,
and we're off for warmer cline.
One afternoon in September, Lena
started out to visit her mothers grave, it
being a short distance from the house 49,
She had no companion, and she desired
none. The past was outspread before
her vision, and she read thereon tale Of
sorrow. There were few rays Of sun
shine here and there, but all around
seemed now dark as midnight darkness.
She sat gazing at the sacred mould before
her, when a rustling among the leaves
aroused her
"Oh, Lena, Lena! l have found you
out at last"
She looked at the stranger, and with a
feint exclamation fell into his arms.
20" If ] did not find you on GARTH have
found you in the spirlt-land, Edgar, dear
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