The daily Green Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1861-1865, 1863-11-13

dear boy, now growing to manhood, had nes-
tied in her lap, and she was hushing him to
sleep; and she looked as if expecting to see
his bright face coming in at the open door,
or to hear his CHEEKY voice calling from the
garden, Mother
Did she hear no whisper from the Garden
of Paradise at that moment, calling, moth
er, mother?' Was there not guardian angel
lowering about her-a youthful face now |
glowing with spiritual beauty, bending over
her Alas, she saw it not
The stage came rafting slowly along the
highway, and her heart beat little quicker
at the sound, for mayhap there might be
something from the darling boy. 1t stopped
before the little wicket gate, and the driver
came with slow, reluctant steps up the walk.
There was something in each hand which he
brought silently in, and laid almost reverent'
ly upon the table. Not word broke the
Stiffness. The poor mother looked upon
them moment, and then with sharp cry +
agony sank down beside them.
My boy my boy O God help me This
isn't all that is eftl
She drew the vaise to her almost frantical-
ly, aud lifted her white imploriDg face to the
driver.
'All!' 1t needed not that solemn answer
one glance into the plying face revealed the
dreadful truth. Wondering at her own
strength she eagerly opened the valise. There
was the coat, with its bright buttons and ep-
aulets, that his companions had folded care
fully away; and as she held it up, she seemed
to see the noble boy, as he had stood before
her in that dress, and asked SO eagerly Now
mother, aren't you proud of your boy? You
wont cry auy more will you? I'm going to
fight for the dear old fag-my fathers flag
and mine, want to go with your approx
al and blessing and then she had placed her
trembling hands upon his head and whispered
through her tears Go, my son, and God be
with you And God had been with him 10
the end. Then came his Bible--his little
pocket Bible, that she had given him on his
birthday years before. He had read it faith
fully. There was here and there mark at
his favorite chapters, and there were pencil
lines drawn around many comforting texts,
that he had repeated upon tedious marches,
BoluS LISut lutO Tit laCG VI VuO OuOuIJt "bU
they had been his guide and support to the
last A little packet Of letters her letters,
so full of hope, and trust, and counsel to her
absent son. and as she opened them, one by
one, she saw how some tender passages,
breathing her full hearts love, or telling of
the dear old home that stood with open doors
waiting to receive him, were blotted with
tears, which the brave heart could not hold
back. Her picture, with its worn case, into
which his eyes had gazed so many times and
as she opened it a little slip Of paper futtered
out, with the words in his own hand, Sweet
mother, what blessing God has given me in
you She had been blessing to him she
had taught him the way to eternal life. Goo
} be praised for that; but it was broken.heart
ed mother the kind neighbours raised from The
| place, where overcome with grief, she ha(
pilowed her head among the treasures of he
= son.
, Only for little WHILE poor mother; No.
heart aches for you as write, and for tn
thousands Of hearts made desolate, for WHOM
| can only pray as pray for my own love-
ones in this hour of danger
Only for little WHILE the peary gate
are not closed. They were left ajar as tina
dear one entered in, Enclosed and waiting TO
you.
7 The incident is strictly true.-Home NJ az
azine,