Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1868-03-25

In comparison with the loss Of a wife, all
other borcayements are triiling. The wife
she who fills so large a space in the domestic
heaven she who busios herself SO unwearily
for the precious ones around her; bitter, Bit
ter is the tear that falls on her cold clay
You stand beside her coffin and think Of the
past. II shone upon beautiful flowers, or the
stars hung glttering over head. Fain would
the soul linger there No thorns are remem-
bcred save those your hands may unwillingly
have planted Her noble, tender heart lies
open to your inmost sight. You think Of her
now as all gentlcness, all beauty, all purity.
But she is dead The dear heart that laid
OH your BOSOM rests in the still darkness upon
q pillow of clay The hands that nave minis
tered 50 untirngly are folded white and cold,
beneath the gloomy portal The heart whose
every beat measured an eternity of love lies
under your feet The flowers she bent over
with smiles, bend now above her in tears,
shaking the dew from their petals that the
vcrdure around her may be kept green and
beautiful
There was no white arm over your shoulder
no speaking face to look up into the eye Of
love; no trembling lips to murmur, Oh, it
is too sad"
There i, 80 strange a hush in every room ;
no light iootstep passing around. No smile
to greet you at nightioll And the old clock
tick, and strikes, and ticks 1t was such
music when she could hear it, Now it seems
a knoll on the hours through which you
watched the shadows of death gathering upon
her sweet face.
And every day the clock repeats that story.
Many another tale it teleth, too, -ofbeauti-
/ ful words aud deeds that are registered above.
You feel--oh how oiten-that the grave can
not keep her.
Power or PRAYml-A boy in one of our
public schools had very fine pair of gloves
stolen from the pocket Of his overcoat He
stated the fact to his teacher, and She brought
/ it before the children of the school under her
charge. In simple but earnest language she
told them that however much they might de-
ceiye one another, they could not deceive God,
who would surely bring them to account for
all their actions. She therefore entreated the
boy who had taken the gloves to restore them.
She did not wish to east suspicion on any of
I them by nstituting search, but would leave
the wrong-doer to the guidance OF his own
conscience There was no response to her en-
treaty that day, but she took the subject to
God in agoniaing prayer, when She went home
and the next day appealed to her scho ars
again, aud told them that she would continue
praying until the gloves We're restored. 81
deeply interested did She feel in the welfare
of the children entrusted to her care, that she
could not repress her tears when she address
ed them, and they all sympathized with her
because they all loved her, and knew by ex
perience that She loved them also. Silently
raising her eyes to heaven, she seemed to i'm
plore the divine aid. The scholars were quiet
not the slightest movement of hand or foo
disturbed the silence, and even their breath
ing seemed suppressed when one of the boys
half concealng his face with his hands, con
fessed that he had taken the gloves and res
tored them. The teacher not only freel,
iorgave him, but kissed him for coniessing hi
fault publicly, when he might have restored
the gloves privately. She availed herself o
the opportunity to impress upon her pupil
the duty of forgiveness. We do not know tn
young lady's creed, but we have been iniorme
that she prays for the welfare of her pupil
and for grace to teach them Alright, three time
every day.-Irareller.