Delaware gazette. [volume] (Delaware, Ohio) 1855-1886, 1867-10-18


feet will learn the lessons Of life the
baby,s crOWings viii deyelOpintO child
Ish Gsping prattle; the little hands viii
be swift to do mischief; the WaYering
little feet viii grow steady and assured
then, perchanCe, be quick to enter for
hidden paths. There will be no moth
er;s exhaustless tenderness to sympa-
thize with his little griefs and joys no
mothers loving hands to check and
guide his wayWard steps. 99Oubly O-
phaned because no memory OF dead
mothers love goes with him with Its
haIloWed influence to shape his future,
The sOrrOwful earth-valleys VIII open
their bright but false Vistas paths bor-
dered with roses VIII beckon him on (;
but the paths are paved with Sharp
stonesi the roses are tul4 OF thofnsj ghe
eager. little hands viii be rudy torn
the daring little feet bruised and cut
| Other children viii pass by tenderly
lifted over the sharp stones; the roses
viii be plucked Tor them by careful
hands and the stems freed from thOrns /;
he Will perceive this, yet dimly under
stand. Here he viii learn his first les
son of sorrow. With his little heart
full of unutterable longing-his great
brown, questioning eyes full of tears
/ his little mouth tremuloliE with expect
l ancy, he-Will send a keen sharp knife
to the father heart-'Papa papa !!
where's my mamma ?" VIII the por-
L
4 toy placed in the hand Of q starving
child, bring a smile to the the famished
| lips He viii turn away hungry and
disappointed ; you can't throw shams
in the face of Il child with impunityl;
Either he Will trust everything or trust
nothing. The portrait over the mante1
viii not satisfy; the little heart viii
/ persist-'I want a talking mammal
/ That tells the whole story, There must
\ be the dear familiar face ever beside
I the nursery dOor,-the daily nesting to
/ the mother-heart,-the everyday ca
Fess,-the silent, down dropping toucn
/ of loving hands,--the sweet, tender, low
I ing voice, patient and fOrgiving always,
I the visible tangible mother presence
/ sfStrfnping pretty words that make no sense
Kissing ful1 sense into simple words.
Poor little unmOthered-babe The
want of all this viii come to you. Time
viii not fail to set In your young mouth
| this heart-cry of Aurora Leigh.
"If her kiss
Had left a longer weight upon my IDS
/ It might have sUeadleu lne uneasy DLe1Shs
1 And Teconciled and fraternlZed my soul.
With the new order. AS 1T is, indeed,
/ I feel a amother-Want about the world,
] And still 90 seeking, like q bleating lamb
/ Left out at night in Ahutting up the fOld,-
AS restless as a nest-deserted bird ~
1 Grown still through something being
! away though what
/ Il knows not. -
Nellie Nellie! does the kn0wledge
or Ill Jn1s BrouDIe your Does q aLhoughI
/ of the tiny life cast Rdrift on a stormy
/ Ocean, which a little wrong turning of
| the rudder may send either to heaven
l or hell, stir the motherhood in you
/ o, questioning hearti Shall the clay
/ say unto the potter, why hast thou made
me thus? A voice from the heavens
! crieth-"Be still and know that am
! God"
/ The snow is very deep and white and
| cool: Nellie lies a fathOm beneath
1 there is no snow upon the grave the
/ earth is fresh-heaped. The house has a
/ vacant emptiness about it; everywhere
/ it oreathes of terrible loss. In her
room all that could remind OF give pain
1 has been carefully folded and packed
print of the dear foot, somehow, has
/ been overlooked; ; the husband picks it
up tender1y as if the touch might tarn-
/ ish it, passiCnately- and reVerently
/ kisses it, then locks. it away from hu-
i man sight as a dear forgetmenOt of a
lost hone. He turns into the library
and takes up a book-the very book she
| was reading last with the leaf turned
down at the corner where she left off;
! she always had q fashion of turning
/ down the leaves of her book, like q
/ SCHOOLGIRL and marking passages thai
she loved the most He strides from
/ the room, across the hall as if impelled
1 by some uncomfortable impulse, enters
the parlor, filings open the shutters and
stands a repressed. volcano before the
portrait oyer the mantel, Oht tbs
I agony of a stong, impetuOus nature
tie grief of an ordinary man is as in
comparable to it as a genuine diamond
is Incompatible with paste. A nature
'large-rounded as the globe"
must necessarily bear the measurement
of a worlds anguish; and that man
who comes forth from the Eeven-fOlC
heat OF the furnice with his humanity
and his faith in God untarnished, Is
most godlike and stands nearest HEAVIER
with hope arhcing his future in bOtE
worlds for they, who are longest in the
/ crucible, Drawing its white heat, show
/ the purest lives they, who suffer mos
here are Capacitateu to enjoy mos
there. But the desOlate heart standing
silent in the grandeur Of its mighty
| grief. has vet to learn its lesson Of sub
mission; there must come to it the
I bbIackness of a starless, naoOnless nigh
i before it can see the glory Of the dawn
ing, the agony Of Gethsemane before
it can feel the after-quiet which shall b'
eternal.
THE sad. slow steps 20 out of the par
IOrs-out Of the frOnt-dOOr and dOWT
Uhe street the sorrOWful defiant hear
bfees the thick-strOWn memories OF tht
lonely house they are too newly gabn
! cred to give 10Y; their fragrance is 1uI
of subtle pain lie closets hlLnseIi VIZ VIZ
. / the Tausbv books of his dOWn-toWI
, office, Does he find nepenthe?
{ An invisible hand with invisible
agencies pictures the dead face on every
page there is a quick whirring o
! WINS Nellie stands by his side,-he
arms are about his neck in the old Ioy
ing manner, her breath floats on hi
cheek. her lips touch his, her voic
| falls on his ears sweet and clear as sll
very bells. Oh the ec5tacyl After al
/ il was but a frightful dream; he Openi
his arms and clasps blank Yacuity.-
God it is pitiful, he bows his hea'
/ with the look of a man who has los
hopes Of either world. Yet, o, de
g spairing heart be strong, be brave, b
g patient Time win soften every grief
e the years Will come and go, and tn
; face, that haunts you now, viii be IAN
r and dim as a long remembered dream
y YOU will cherish it fondly still but
will no longer give you pain; the bite
- memories that sting you so, VIII becom
3 ballowed into sacred joy; you wi
&, even dare to play with them, to tOs
r them about, to handle them freely
e now you cannot do it they prick 20
too s0rely. And then-and then, pei
| chance
"From some long trail of chanting prizes
s A face III flash like cymbai on your fac
.e And shake with silent clangour brain an
y | Transfiguriug you TO music. Thus, evel
thus
e 4gufn you II take your sacramental gilt
d With eucharistic meanings"
le Once again love, which you though
ze dead and buried for all time, will, sue
denly, flame your pulses to a fever
h heat; the subtle, rhy thmic grace of tn
irl new face will give YOU neither rest M
: peace until iL sits beside your board an
~ blooms within your heme. Nellie vi
2 not gricve at this; she'll hold her clois
5s cred place forever in your heart,
81 which youH journey oftentimes, an
le kneel as reverently as devoted to son
o. sweet, pallid saint niched high abo7
Ill him and like the bronze figure of tn
IN ola Roman PontifT, standing in Il
M public square of Perugia, she wi
le Stretch out her approving hands in s
SIS lent benedictions.
I'd will be better so. There would
le such narrowing down Of life and hea
lg and brain TO finite limits, which shou
ne ever grow outward and still outward
nfI Gods infinite. Because Of this God
licence will lie about the act and halo