The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1863-03-10
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Long silent lips. ard cnnAincd eyes
OF vanished birds, abandoned nests
Aud white hands ciasped on silent breasts
blessed youth With what longings for
IFS happy thoughtlessness, lis cheerful in
nooenee, its ever elastic hope, its confidence
In the future, lis forgelfalhess Of the past,
lis enjoymen, Of the present, do we look back
when We have passed from the sunny side Of
the way, aud begin to see our shadow length
ening before US. Curly headed, handsome
little Olive Marston, always declared there
was never sorrow made for her she was
happy, and she had q right to he She did
not consider, that there are never hills with
cot valleys. that the gilded mountain tops,
are the colder and bleaker because they are
high and that the same elevation that is
kissed by the sun is cooled by the sharp
wind Olive Marstoh had not yet seen nine
teen years all through her childhood she
had been tenderly reared, but wasting dis
ease had fastened upon her father, and just
one year previous 10 the commencement of
our story his sorrowing family had seen the
cold earth beaped over his Lowell remains
The litle cottage with its simple furnishings,
and few hundreds, was all that was left
them, and only by the strietest economy
could Mrs Marston hope TO sustain herself
and child
poar little Olive Trouble never comes
single-handed. Her mother was attacked
with fever from which she never recover
ed now indeed was she an orphan for a
time, grief oyermastered every other power.
and she wept in bitterness Of spirit. But
Olive was not one to long give way to des-
pair Although tenderly reared. yet she
possessed powers Of mind If which she had
before known nothing.
Thus it is while sailing smoothly along
the sea Of life we exert not ourselves ont
when adversity comes, this hidden power
is revealed. There are few but possess it,
and Olive Marston arose from the grave of
her mother with fixed purpose in her soul,
Olive possessed qualifications that fitted her
for teaching something beyond the rudiments
Of a common English education but now
that misfortune was upon her, when most
she needed friesds and sympathy, she was
forgotten, and not one Of all her former
friends was sufficiently interested to assist
the worthy orphan TO employment better ft-
ting her delicate organization, Cheerfuly
privileges to which she had been accustomed,
and now without a murmur, even with a
hopeful heart, she resolved to undertake the
arduous task of teacher in public school
1t was one Of those changeful, uncomfor-
table days, when Old Winter seems strugg-
ling with newborn Spring the sun looked
down bright and warm, but only at inter-
walls, for the cold north wind was drifting
the clouds over the sky. Yet Olive Marston
looked at the earth and sky as though she
thought them full Of beauty and gladness
and when the wind blew most eoldly in her
face, and the sky was most deeply obsoured,
a warm smile still rested on her lips, and
she seemed to be thinking that the sun was
brightly shining, though its rays did not fall
on her. 1t could not be the thoughts which
her anticipated meeting with friends sugges-
ted, however, which made the young lady
look so cheerful, for whenever she looked in
that direction big tears rushed suddenly in
TO her eyes, and she would throw longing,
wishful glance back towards the fast reced-
ing hills of NJ.
The stage coach, after several hours
travelling, ascended the bill which overlooks
K, and the driver informed Olive that
In FIVE minutes mole It would stop at the
Cartons, her boarding place. The young
lady pressed her hand to her heart, and then
il touched her forehead, and she almost wish-
ed herself back at NJ again But il was
now too late 10 repent, for the vehicle had
lefi the public way, and was now driving up
the carriage way to noble looking edifce.--
Olive peeped from the window and though
her head vas dizzy and her heart was beat
ing fast, she could no, fail to admire the old
fashioned. stately buildings, overshadowed
by stately oaks. whose brigh, foliage was in
termingled with The feathery branches Of
the evcrgreens the large garden, nicely
arranged with shrubbery and grayeled salks.
But Olive could not look long, for the coacb-
man politely requested her to alight from the
carriage, telling her that this was her board
ing place. and be piiied her too. Olive
jumped from the coach and ran up the broad
stone steps 70 lhe entrance q ike mau-iou.
Hherr an old rinsgar-facei WOMAN haa ulade
her appearance. With AZ ugly cur 81 her
eide. both u whom regarded IBIS young ady
With heree and meneclBg aspoes Bat
Olive seened not 70 obsegys iheir dislike
she approached The woman with such
smiling oozu,eaance sud greeted hsr 80 cor
daily, that she received 10 return what
might be called q civil ansWeF snd the dog