Urbana union. [volume] (Urbana, Ohio) 1862-1872, 1865-08-09

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On this occasion, she had referred,
gloOmily, to the progression of her life !;
and spoke with bitterness of her disap-
pointment. Herhusband wass absorbed
/ in his business, now grown to a magni-
tude that taxed every power of his mind,
that she said of him" 1 have no hus-
band" Children, neglected in earlier
years by the pleasure-lOving mother and
the business-loving father, had grown up
without that moral culture so essential
| in the formation of character. Nay,
worse; had been left to the care of
course, and often impure minded servants,
for so large a part of their time, that
perversions and vitiations had occurred
of such a nature visibly affecting their
whole after lives. Now, the disappointed
mother had little pleasure in themi now,
when turning athirst from the world to
cisterns where love should have gathered
its precious waters, she found them
broken into fragments.
" Brass, copper, iron; but never gold.
Life, like the ages, returns not to golden
innocence"
Thus, in the bitterness of her disap-
pointment, had she spoken.
"Both the ages and the life may re-
turn" answered Mrs. Grover, a light
breaking through her pale, translucent
face. "The age will return. Iron, cop
per, brass, silver, gold, The reverse
action was, long ago, commenced. His
tory has marked its progress for eighteen
hundred years. If our lives return not,
the fault is our own. AS for me, am
looking forward to golden days. Al
ready the sky is lifting in the cast, and I
see faint CLEANS along the dim horizon" "
How strongly were these two women
contrastedi The one in plain, poor gar
mcnts, with the wasting marks of long
over tasked physical life every where to
be seen about her person; the other
dressed in costly raiment, with hads del
icate as an infants, and no evidence of
bodily exhaustion visible. Still stronger
was the mental contrast as it stood writ
! ten in their faces. Years of disappoint-
mcnt had with one been making their
silent, almost inperceptible record; while
years of patient love and duty, of Chris
tian faith and hope, had left their signs
upon the other.
For little while Mrs. Wilton looked
at her old friend with surprise she did
not attempt to conceal. That she was in
earnest, the tender thrill in her lowvoioe
and the sweet peace that pervaded her
countenance we're testimonials,
"Golden days in your future! For
| give me, Helen, that I express surprise, d
said Mrs. Wilton. But what can one
in your situation look forward to in the
time to Gomez"
{" As to worldly goOd?"
Yes"
al have children"
A cloud fell over Mrs. Wilton's face
"Children! She leans on a broken
reed who leans ON them. I have never
had pleasure in children. 1t has been
disappointment from the beginning"
I" It has been different with me, re-
piled Mrs. Grover. al have always had
pleasure in my children. The sweetest
days of my life we're those spent with my
babies in my arms. They were very
close to heaven. In the golden years Of
their infantile innocence, angels were
near them, and my soul had blessed
perception of their presence. 1 hadcar
and work, and selF-denial; but the com,
pensation was above all. Home was my
garden, and these children were my
choice flowers. With what untiring
solicitude did watch over them. Every
weed that pushed its leaves above the sol
pluoked out by the roots. Every vile
worm, or destructive insect, that fastened
on leaf or stem, I removed I kept the
ground loose, that dew, sunshine and ali
might 90 down to the roots and give
them an ever increasing vitality and
trained the branches into such beauty o
form as my skill and their peculiaritie
would admit. There was little time fo
ease, for pleasure, for self-indulgenoe.
could not eat the bread Of idleness.
often got weary over my never endin;
tasks. But this assurance was in m,
, heart: Train up a child in the way h
, should go, and when he is old he will no
5 depart from it. My faith was unques
3 tioning. l had peace and hope here, m.
r friend"
And Mrs. Grover laid her hand upol
her breast.
And what of your children now !?
, asked Mrs. Wilton.
f 1.-TWO arv with their father in hcavcl
safe, happy. My youngest, whom yor
have seen-a dear, loving, thoughtful
little girls at school. And here Is
letter from my oldest son, Row in
, Western city, whittier hewent, two year