Evansville daily journal. (Evansville, Ind.) 1863-1866, 1864-02-01

nlgnt, IN strange city, une companion
of her own thoughts.
The only solace in those hours of sad
ness, is the child on her bosom, the
young Harry Howard; like a well in the
desert and blossom in the wilderness,
is this child of love.
- A few years glide away and that de-
voted young wife was widow. She
looks about her, in this time Of her be-
reavement, for friends and consolation,
and though in a foreign land, she re-
ceives many proffers of assistance in
this hour of her need She removed
from the city's busy crowd to her home
by the sea-shore. The cottage was
small but beautiful; on one side the blue
waves of the ocean rose and fell, on the
other the white cottages of the villages;
in the distance, the green hills rose in
picturesque grandeur. Tall trees bent
their waving branches around the home
of young Harry; garlauds of roses clus-
tered around the lattice, filling the air
with fragrance. In this home, of beauty
and retirement, she devoted her life to
her darling boy. In the budding prom
Use of her boy she sees and feels she
has something yet to live for. He shall
grow up after my own heart; he shall be
both great and good. Thus soliloquised
that fond mother Harry is now
seven years old, a bright, fearless
boy, his eyes and hair black as
the ravens wing, his cheek flushed
with the hue of health and his
frank and open brow was the emblem Of
all that is beautiful and good. The
mothers heart swells with pride as she
gazes on her boy. The years of her
life glide swiftly and brightly away,
for hope, alas vain hope fills her bosom
Her boy is first in the school room, the
favorite Of the playground, and the hero
of every daring exploit, AS his mother
sees with pride and JOY the success of
her darling, she also sees and trembles
to see in him the spirit of his father.
Deeds of reckless daring reach her ears;
night after night he seeks the companion
ship of his jolly comrades, and that
mother muses. in sadness alone. Clouds
again gather in her horizon, and she
sees afar in the distance the coming
storm; a mothers long enduring lives
on; hope still whispers words of conso
lation. ..ea rs s-s
The thoughtless, reckless boy, who
seorns to be ruled by woman, leaves
that beautiful home forever Day dawns
on night of dissipation; the white
sails of ship futter in the harbor
thither the fiery boy bends his footsteps
and soon the gallant ship is bounding
over the pillows His native land fade!
in the distance, but he cares not wha
land it bears him to, so not again to this
Long days of bitter anguish and sor
row, that time r-the world ;eaulassuage
are now the portion of Clara Howard
for the sun of her life has set, darl
clouds have gathered thick, and fas
around that mothers heart; where
shall she now look for hope ant
CONSOLATION; life to her has proven al
empty bubble. The voice of conscience
that so often entrested her to lay up he
treasures in heaven, now whisper
"come unto me all ye that are heavy la
den, and l will give you rest" "Blesse
are they that mourn, for they shall b
comforted, and the proffers of the gos
/ pei of life are not rejected. Low at th,
Sayiors feet she lays the sins and sol
rows of lifetime, and receives the pledg
of Joy and immortality and life to he
is now certain blessing. Long year
have passed away The raven tresses o
that mother S brow are silvered over wit
gray. Tt is quiet evening in summer
nothing disturbs the stiffness save tn
hum of the home returning bee, or th
4 dash of the billows on the sand beate
shore Upon a snowy bed by the ope
easement, where the cool breeze from th
ocean fans his cheek, lies a form in th
prime of life. They move with still
I tread and quivering lips around th
department., for a loved one is dying, th
sands of life are fast ebbing away, an
soonath faint pulsations of that beatih
heart will be hushed in death. Pray fc
me mother, were the words he whispere,
and ere I die, tell me you forgive me
alas, ohlshad 1 obeyed the precepts yo
taught me when child, / might hay
been good man; but the Influence
idle companions was greater than your
! and when had forfeited all CLAIMS
! your love, i resolved to 60 far away, b
, whenever my steps have straye
! the voice. of your love has follow,
me. I have earned wealth; it b
! been honorably earned, to bring
you as an offering for my ingratitue
: Say once more, dear mother, that J,
: forgive me, for I am dying now. Raj
. me in your arms, that I'may see these
ting sun. 1t is setting to me for the Ia
II time The last rays of the sun we
e sinking in the water, dyeing, with crii
J. son light, the crested wave. There "
\. music. in the dash of the Billows, a
a. their sweet tones foated by like dir
= for the departing spirit 90 -
u They burtsd him down in the shady grove,
g CLOSE by the murmuring sea
m kal And they trust that in the land Of love- y
a The rest for his soul may be.
ya.lsel That mother new, as life's frail bark
Ta the haven of rest "a driven Fts "a q q