The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1868-01-24
The Three widows.
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wonderful CELEBRITY the coast cleared,
the pretty boy took his hat from him
with respectful, courteous air, and
third time he found himself seated by
a Preside.
There was no soft rug with disobe
dent pile, no shining steel for the hre
to dance in; indeed. the fire seemed
more inclined to go to sleep than to
dance; but the CRATE was clean, and II
it had not been such cold dark day,
it would have looked cheerful
enough.
3 Mrs. Mayblessom apologized with
easy grace, for the full occupation OF
the room. I'VE have visitors so
seldom" she said, that We are not
prepared for them; indeed, we
could not very well be so.
We are a large party with little
space" As she spoke, the work was
gathered into a large basket o. an
ornamental kind, and the books were
put into their places on the stand, and
everything looked right and orderly.
Mr. D0vedale couldn't open his
mission before the young people. He
introduced himself as having been
little acquainted with the late Cap
tsin Mayblossom, whose name he
hardly liked to pronounce, since the
widows weeds had only just been as
sumed.
Mrs. MaybIossom fixed her eyes on
him as he spoke, and said with calm
tenderness, GU knew him? then
you loved him; everybody who knew
him loved him"
Mr.. Dovedale felt relieved by her
quietude, and answered that his
knowledge had been very slight; he
added, with embarrassment, that he
had heard some particulars of his
| long illness and death that morning,
and had called to make few inqui--
ries about it. As he spoke he glanced
significantly at the young people, who.
without word from their mother,
/ took the hint and left the room one
by one till he was alone with the
widow. @4
You wished to hear of my beloved
husbands DEATH sheA said, when
they had closed the door. l cannot
describe to you the peace and joy Of
his last mofnents-his last moments
of the .ch0Le of his illness-but the
| last was the seal of he.whole; nOta
doubt, not care, not fear.
Mrs. Mayblossom spoke with ami
nation; her face, very pale before,
| glowed, and her eyes frightened
there was an expression of happiness
lin her countenance that almost seemed
like smile. Mr.. Dovedale was very
much struck He expressed his sat
isfaction that such was the case, and
hoped ne was not intruding on her
grief, so very recent, assuring her he
came from nomotive of idle curiosity,
but simply to~know the. truth andto
act upon it. Mrs. Mayblossom re-
piled that twas not really recent
she had been looking for his loss too
long to feel it a shock, and seeing
him after so long trial of suffering sink
peacefully into resr-reaL rest In the
harms of his Saviour-was more than
payment for all. !"
But your loss is great, said Mr..
Dovedale. .
Loss! it is beyond loss" she said,
with some emotion. = [ have parted
with myself, and yet we were so com
pletely one, that | cannot feel. sepa-
rated. [ cannot bring him down here
1 (nor would y, but | can follow him
| In the contemplation of that Saviour
whose love he rested in; I am again
with him; his memory is identified
with my hopes of rest and happi-
Rcss
This IS a widow" thought Mr.,
Doyedale. 4
Mrs. Mayblossom now entered into
some details descriptive Of her
husbands faith, and illustrative
of the good hand of God on him and
on her-showing how they were help
ed, how they were cheered supported,
taught-in short. how that dark sea-
sou had been continually frightened
by heavenly light.
| Mr. Dovedale listened with deep
interest; she did not cease till she was
wearied with talking; then her cheek
grew pale and -languid, but there was
the same serenity in her face.
We certainly ought to exercise
more faith he sad; but had he no
drawback withrespect to your ability
to provide for your family?'
He thought gravely, but not sor-
rowfuIly for it; he committed us to
our covenant God, who has toldus to
cast all burdens on Him..
Yes. but you see, my dear friend.
there are certain matters of fact that
must be atteulled to; God does not
work Miracles
Pardon me, he does!" said tha
widow, smiling; see it daily" +.
Mr.. Dovedale smiled, too, for he
knew what she meant.
: + could tell you of innumerable
mercies. every one miracle, that
have been showered down on mesince
I have been in need The Lord has
graciously led me. may say by sight,
not by faith for | do 50 plainly see
his hand in alI.3 that to fear anything
would be faolishlv neryerse. No. no