New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1868-12-19
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Chapter ".
As Marie entered her home with a light
step and heart full of joy, too deep, too
rich for words, which was lighting up
her eyes and playing over her face like
a tint of rich rosy light upon painting,
making it perfectly beautiful with soft and
varied shades, she found her father seated
before few dying embers, his head resting
in his hands, his shrunken form bent for
ward, and great, heavy signs heaving up
from his hollow chest, as if his whole spirit
were graphing with dark, dismal despair,
which was irresistably drawing him lower
and lower to the grave, already open for
him.
Marie paused moment, thinking how
best to break the good news, that the re-
bound should not be too great for the weak.
ened body and heard the deep agony of his
soul burst forth in words.
"Oh why did she not rather give
up her breath in the hour of her birth
and sink to rest upon her mothers
bosom than live to be burdened with me
in the very Aower of her youth? OH Marie,
La Belle Marie, how can live and see you
toiling out your youth and life day by day 2?
Oh! my God, rather let me die, that her
labor may be lightened."
Marie glided softly in beside him, sank
upon her knees, gently drew down the with.
cred hands, and trembling with joy looked
up into his face with hers radiant in the
light of love and happiness.
"Child, child! what is the joy that can
light up your face in so dark an hour ~
Dearest father, think not that to work
for you is q dark hour for your Marie. No,
no to know that it brought comfort to
your declining days would syeeten every
labor and touch the chords ofmy heart with
the music of delight, even while my hands
worked; but, dear father, God is very mer-
ciful, and for your sake has opened up way
for comfortable support, wherein my La.
bors will be very light and very pleasant. u
'oh, Mariel tell me- child, how?p
g You know, dear father, what longing
II had for the opera the day was sixteen 9'
"Yes, child"
We'll, pspa, that longing was given by
the spirit of my mother, pointing me there
for this hour Of our need. Oh 4! indeed,
know that she watches over us.n
The next morning Invent to Madam Ii
Rose. God gave me the success Il
please her, and staid by her every hou
that you were absent from home, and NOV
abe loves your simple child almost as m ucl
~ she loves her. She has no child, and M
mother is in heaven; and although, dea
1athek you have so well been both parent
IN one 10 me; you know that a young gin
passing from the paternal root out in TO tn
struggle q life needs mothers carefu
hand 70 guido her Ger the quicksands o
Life, Madam Ia Rose proposes being this
mother TO me. Oh. father you know no
the thrill Of joy which filled nv soul as sh
pressed me to her lobIe heart and babe M
whisper the name 'notheri upon her cage
ears; and now, dear faSSsf ths bro.,b ~ ha
pure love has scattered !. y cloud that wa
gathering over our lives. i am sure ths
the spirit Of my mother hovesed low 4 n
poor weary child nestled upon Ma warn
living breast
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mp this old ruin where the mold and i
are daily sinking into your heart, and
damp walls chilling your aged lin
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