The tri-weekly news. [volume] (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1865-1876, 1866-02-15
oo4AlYl'. LAY MORNING, FEBRUARY Is, 1866.

A MoTHER's LOVE We have stood
beside the mother when the terrifying
intelligence Of her infants death was an.
nounced to her, and she bent over its
llfeless form and wiped away the cold
death damp from It's brow. We have
noticed the deep intensity OF her holy
affection as she gazed upon its CLASSY,
motionless eye, sunk beneath its half.
closed lid, and its graceful limbs lived
and stiffened by the touch Of death. We
have listened to her stiaed shrek. and
seenYhsr turn away from this last rem.
nant OF mogtatsyy q lone, desolate and
heaft.stricSepA A6eing. From the first
moment Of that infants existence her
heart strings had been twining around
it, until every holy feeling that moth
er's love ever knows, every fond hope
that q mothers love ever forms, every
cherished idea purity and virtue and
innocence were centered upon it, so that
in It's death she heard the knell of all
her worldly hopes, of all her bright vi.
sions OF the future. The hope that he
was to soothe her sorrow in after years
by his filial love was crushed, the cher.
ished expectation that he would watch
by her bedside at the hour of departure,
to close her aching eyes, to whisper her
farewell, -
To breath deep sigh to winds that murmuf
low,
And think on all her love and oil her woe,---
was wept away, and she was left. bereft
of solace, and sadly convinced thai her
hopes were las. the baseless fabric Of q
vision, oh, who can measure the ex.
tent, of mothers deep and sacred love
for her ofspring2 1t cannot know
change 1t gushes forth in its holy
power as she watches the couch Of slum.
bering innocence; it lives in its freshness
and beauty when ner child had assumed
the stations and duties ofmanhood; and
when time wrinkles the features and
palsies the hand it ebbs not; her last
prayer is that her child may be blessed
her lost look OF tenderness is for him
BFkurlEUI .n,.u.
whose lite has. passed its meridian thns
tin,. uIaeontSes upon the speedy flight Of
Forty years once seemed a long and
weary pilgrimage to make. It now
seems outa step; and yet alopp the
way are broken shrine, where a t5ons.
al ana hopes wasted into ashes, footprints
sacred under their drifting dust eraen
mo mounds where thet grass is fresh with
!ne watering Of tears I; shadows even
u. IN =, winch we should not forget. We
VIII garner the sunshine of those ware
anu with chastened steps and he . nusb |
on toward the twinkling where ths ~ ,aa
,ers ~ are still. and the storms never w
beat" "o'ef
lake THEsE.-Some twenty veor.
80 farmers barn in tho vicinity of
" orcester was struck by lightnine and
.nsrned to the ground. MANY Of tho tho
lslSens 0,1 had gone to the fire, when a fop
,ell strapped and dickied. with his can J,
? !, one side of his head, met a celebrat.
docterand accosted him this wise. =
Gan you, ah, tell ME. doctab bou,
r they have 'succeeded in extinen;sb. :
9 9 'ne coniiasration 'ofthe, ali, nnfortu. /,
'te &c, yeoman's bafp?" ~ P
The docter eyed the iESisidnal a,ten.
rely, dropped his head ss|nsual for a !
oment, }, and then slippineShis thumb =,
d fingers in his vesttpoSEet. tooI % out r''
couple of pills and handed them to
n, saying: pTt4 - ~ o,
Take these, sir, and .goto bed: and III
,oa 90 not feel any better IN ths 81, sn
fnng, call at my office" ~ :,