Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1868-01-09
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tinied their quiet watch. The night
stole in at tbs windows, their daughter
still sleeping on, 50 calmly and peacefully
that they would have fain hoped that
the worst was over, and that the dawn
Of renewed life might come with her
awakening. But one glance at the suf-
ferer's face forbade them 10 cherish the
sweet dslusion. Thebrigh lookof youth
had faded away from IL, and tears had
washed away its spring bleom; but I'M
this last hour the graces OF form and color
were replaced by another and higher
beauty--a beauty 80 spiritual, so unearth-
ly, IL seemed ~ though the robe OF clay
had fallen of, and the soul alore lay
sleeping there, biding the summons to
spread its wings and take fight to Heaven.
AT last when the sun was high In the,
heavens, shedding its morning glery far
and wide over the crisp white snow, the
sleeper awoke. The Are of delirium had
| in her eyes, and she gazed around with
an inquiring leok. :" Have been ihf
mother, dear?"
"Yes, darling, very Ill. I"
81 do MT remember falliKg i'll, ~ said
the dying girl; everything seems gene
from men r.ls .r-l aas
A tiny cry from baby lips supplied the
missing link. The white forehead GRIM
soned, aud the blue eyes filed with tears
Of grief and shame. II remember now.
Oh, mother, can you ever fergivs me?h
| isa VI mr.
answer. But it was enough.
| "And father, does he know? Will he
forgive nae too?n s
David Holt rose, aud stood by his
daughters bedside, looking down upon
her with ineffable love and tenderness.
The old love for his only child, repressed
20 long. now swept away all barriers
pride, sslf-will, resentment, all wsre for,
gotten in the deep emotion Of that bitter
hour.
MY darling, may God forgive me Al
freely as have forgiven yeu all that L
have to forgive"
''If you aud mother forgive me. can
feel almost happy again. Oh. how nice II
il to be at home! But how did / come
here? Who brought ms?'b .ils :
The father and mother itterehanae&
glAnces. I'VE found you on the moor
last night, Ally, and brought you home. +"
!
member. 1t . all gone from me. ]
seem mazsd like; aud oh, so vssk!--
Mother dear, am dyiugp'
The old voman triod to speak, but
grief choked her. David answered for
her, himself little less moved. My
child, life and death are in the Lerd's
! hands. His will be done!'
Nay, David" said the wife, With an
: effort, do MT give the child a fahse hops
Innr tv,d
! know that-that -" The mothers svoice
: broke down, but her choking sobs told
, all the rest. .tr - a'irs
There was the faiatest quivsr Of ths
a dropping eyeiids, aud single tear relied
over the wasted cheek.
; "Are you afraid to die. Ally ?" said
= her father: i'sl. 50
). mo, father, dear, l do MT think as
4 afraid We longed for death many aud
o many time lately, and prayed to b
: ready to meet il; and now it hes come
# do Mt fear much. But it y hard I.
i leave you and InotisB, 3 soon after has'
Q got you baek sSsffd my poor little baby. :
: May hayefim new, please mother P
i 1t WON'T be very long, think. There
such strange feeling Of nulnbnsss eoni
II ing ossr me- ~
Il The babe was placed in hey arms, an,
a she kissed and fondied it.with passionat
= | tehuefu6cs. SH, my DdGy' NY pdUy
n 1t . very, very hafd to leave my littl
n wee baby all aione!n
!. "Not alone, darling, not alone" sob
bed her mother.
!, mo, not alone, said the dying girl
:, smiling through lTer tears; not quit
r alone, atteralI. Mother, dear, give hin
b to you, the last gift of your poor waywart
d Ally"
d my darling. take him, not as q gif.
= but as o precious trust-a trust to keel
, for his mother in heaven"
!, There was long quiet pause, In whiol
nothing was heard save the heavy breath
:, ing of the dying girl, and the hard ticl
1, of the clock on slre nantlspiece, count
d ing her life away. y.
= The solemn stiffness was broken at las
= by voice so faint and low that the liz
y toners had TO bend forward to catch th'
Il parting words. Mother. dear, wher
# are you? cont see yeu. How dark j
v is getting! Aark! they ars calling &
n me-" aAh.e
The diving arms drew the babe cioss
\ in . last embrace. Mother, dear--bsb
a do mt forget. God bless"-- An
!. :hen the soul few away with the bless
!, ing on its lips, and sped to finish lis tos
n ing prayer at the foot o. the gssst Whit
" Throne. .a f4-5 ~
y A corner OF the window curtain, lis,
q fallen GSit& anu through TIE opening
t stray sunbeam crept IN, and fell, quarter
~ ed by an Intersection of tile lattice, Supo'
The white eoverlct. Was it an, onle N p
a. Was il chance? The lifeiess torm, wit
y, smile on its silent lips, lay sleepin
under the sh0dot0 OF the CT oss. b-f5
20 And now, rs the frest 20 u shook tn
~ earth from it's wings and spread fts plf
n ions for its heaven ward flight, She ehurc
n beHs burst forth with their chime Of 10
10 and glsdness, in honor of the New Yes
- morn. The sonnd of the joyous pea
~ !, fioated Into the bed-chambeT and brougt
,9 sweet hope and peace to theaching heart
% within. The mothers face was sad, be
i, the look OF weary longing had pAsse
10 away. ''God knows best, Dayy. dear.
~ Bread, Buttsr ana Poetry.
- The Committee on Bread and Butte
~ At the Dorchester, Mass, Agriculture
~ Fair closed their report with the line
" given below, aud though some nay NJ
m forget all other accomplishment tha
-. ~ the ones spoken OF yet there is pfayft
:. air in them worthy of . moments sttel