Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1866-08-15
M istell .a7a'
For the Newsdealer.
tsCHARLIE.,'

we had seen such little while since, full
of life and joy was still and cold and
dead. The heart that had so lately beat
with only kindly impulses, throbbed not,
nor ever would again; that our loved and
cherished one was sleeping that unbroken,
areamless eiumber that knows no waking
here. Even then we hoped little it was
not true; but hope has died within us,
and we repeat with an aching heart dead !
dead The lips will never smile again,
nor the eyes light up with wondrous beau
ty; we shall listen in vain for the CON-
ing of the feet with their firm, quick tread,
for Charles gone, just when life was in its
fairest beauty, and bloom. Love, grief,
prayer are unavailing to bring him back
and however much we may ask, why was
it? we can only reply God knows why.
70 our dim sight it seems strange,--that
the life that promised so much of noble
ness and manly worth, should be blasted
in just one little moment of time, for
thoughtless and happy down into the wat
ers he walked, never thinking the Angel
of Death was waiting. greedy to fold him
in his cold embrace. But had he no fore
shadowing of this :? il not, why did he
tell us he was confident that for him life
was fast floating away. Why should he
treasure up choice lines and thoughts. on
Iy to show, when he was gone, that down
deep in the heart of the seemingly happy
careless boy, ran a current we had not
sounded and this is what comforts us
now, the feeling that We have not lost
him, that he has only gone before. Aud
what can say 10 his mother who cries out
with such intense anguish 20, my child
my child T. Well and no wonder as SHE
=. looks on the things the ingenious fingers
/, fashioned and gazcs with tear-dimmec
eyes on the owneriess garments hanging
= in their 'customed places. q ,urHs a
: Can she help saying "a
IAN the life of my heart, love- hope and joy
Were treasured in thee, my strong, brave boy
: Take courage, poor broken heart Wha
If pleasant memories you have of him. .--hoy
: he was good and noble and fair, and al
a mothers heart could ask how he heede'
r. all your counsels and strove with lovip
!. tenderness to tighten all your cares; ho'
t. he remembered you when away. How ol
ipe ten you will l,ok ut that slip Of pape
where he wrote aud partially erased 6
&c &c a m sorry to sny it, but want to see m
w. mother." Charlie was homesick just the
at and there came to him the thought of hon
!" 81 and mother es t4ymffa
IN He is safe now safe what a happ
lie thought. .l ....,
I'D Perhaps his Heavenly Father from on high
a az Saw thorns and briers through his pathw'
e, lie, baif rHc tg ia" nA-I
IS And sent some kind, some guardian ang
. hand afHHto' .I".
To guide him safe to tbatfair and happy Ian
I'd & Could you but see his happy spirit now
Ed The radia,t crown that's placed upon ]
ed brow = .-.F IN.
n You'd long to burst the bands that hold y
* here,
81 And wing your way to that delightful sphere
de s Grieye vol. will, always,--but not VIII
:, utihoper Aud there is one spot more more 8
=. cred than all others. Step softly spe'
sp. low, for hidden here in the churchyarc
Gt ett mold lies Charlie, with the garments
Al. AL death drawn softly around him, o. 4
1p1 .ipybladcs of grass spIinging into J
'n. CE' here. are hallowed Every dust att
're- more precious to US than brightest 60
in IN oftiues impatiently we tread the sho
iE Of Time and list for the sound Of
zee, boatman,s oar and watch for the CLEAN
NO the tapping sail, When such greet {
=, !. hearing and oursght we may be sure
are almost "oyer the riverf@a eeoos
sed s-------------.------,- ,---ss---rsvs
w pr,Ny the elder, read nothing he 4
son, not extract from. For bewould sayu'h
'qsiI was no book so bad you could not get %
slh good from it.
,sn,4l ,s1. TuE purified righteous man has 1ecl
lp's 4 coin Of the Lord, and has the i~5ppl
~ = Of his King stamped upon HIM. \
'sn aRc oun prayers and Gods mercy are
lone two buckets ina wellAwhile the one
ccnds the other dsscendssaa'm ioi'iIge
rris IL owe Sod my whole self for max
,int. Il Z, me, what have left to pay him Tor
tsrs SrS deemipg me 4?