Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1869-02-04


scornFul curve about the handsome mouth
1 cold glitter in the jetty eye that send
pang to our heart And vet see hov
t-ustfuly contcntedly she leans upor
his arm Away with gloomy fears to
night
Now light has gone from the oic
homestead but the ord pair sit PEACEFUL J
by the hearth-stonc their thoughts Of
ten wandering up tie broad Ch sapeakc
into the Gro wded city to the loved nest
ings so far from the parent birds. One
vas still with them, their dove-eyed Hop
and - sensitive plant, as Minnie called
her She was silent, shrinking crea-
ure known by few but ike some mod
est violet beside messy stone, she re-
joiced in shedding purity and sympathy
around hcr-making that home spot love
ly.
Winter came arIiouSiy VIC expected
our merry Minnie. hoping soon to hear
her ringing laugh in the old house again.
/ She came, but not the Minnie Of the olden
time " change had come over the spr-
it Of her dream !" her step was lsnguid
and her check had lost it's color. To our
ANXIOUS enquiries were cheerful answers,
but in such forced and different manner
! Spring went forth in all its beauty the
sky was as blue, the fields as green, the
wcrs as sweet and beautiful our river
still rolled its bright waves ou to the sea ).
but not for Minnie she cared for naught
around the wild rcstlessness of her eye
told there was no peace within. Soon
the rounded form became more shadowy !;
the pale cheek wore hectic flush and
We felt. though we durst not speak It ,
that our darling was passing away.
/ Spring frightened into Summer. Sum
mer waned Autumn with its chilling
breath touched the fair check of the year
and staiscd It with the fever fash -
Twas October, aud we sought the home
of Minnie Gladly she welcomed her old
friend once more, and as we took her pale
thin hand in ours, she said she had wish
ed for an opportunity to speak with us
s ated by her bedside we listened to n
tale from the lips Of guileless youth-a
tale Of broken vows and crashed heart
of the deep clear fountains Of maiden
love that we're poured out on an unwor-
thy object. As We sat there that gIorl-
Gus Autumn evening gain. on the beau
/ tifui beng be fore US. the sun sank to rest
behind tie western hills, brilliant clouds
hoated like fairy boats on the sea OF hea-
ven. The last rays, as if 10th to say farewell
to 50 lovely a scene. east brighter glim
mer on the old brown house and the scar
let draped forests lighting up-aIl within
aud around And this bright place is
mans dwelling Is he worthy Of it =
The first though answer would be a sad.
no But, though there be many mean
and base, yet many more are great and
noble Then let US not Astrust-'tis bet
ter to trust every human brother and be
deceived than never TO trust at all. Then
the love that gushci from that young
heart WAS not wasted, but may be treas
urcd up by the great Eternal TO shed upon
Some desert plac" Of earth. Twas thus
! | thought while sitting by the poor strck
en- one But sorrow was not long for
'1hcr-ere l;ttle while, and the spirit Of
sweet Minnie N was b,rn6 upward
on futtering angel wings. The first light
snow was sill white on Mnnie's grave
when another poor broken winged bird
hcw homeward The trustful Annie had
not found the world what she had hoped
The young husband was not all he should
have been Yet never a word cf COM
plaint escaped her lips. Before the green
leaves opened. the two carth-sistcrs had
met III heaven.
There was deep mourning in the old
homestead but through it al there}wcnt
up the cry Father, thy vii, not mine,
he done. The aged fathers hair was
blcachcd to wilderness. the strong should
ers began to bend beneath the weight Of
sorrow, and his once strong form to rem
bic as he crossed the floor The pale
horse under the rider that sat thereon,
whose name Was Death. still ho-cred near
that door Oh mysterious are the ways
of Providence Who can fathom them =.
Yea, the Lords will was not yet done -
Three months from his daughters death
the father closed his eyes from all earthly
scenes and sorrows And now indeed
! the cry of anguish went up to heaven.
/ God, all mcrciful, an weary, take me
home. A rent and bleeding hesrt it
seemed could bear uo more. But, moth
or. look up. there IS still one more star in
/ thy Cloudy * one more blossom cliugs
to the parent stem With Wild love
she clasps her darling to her heart. Yet
another trial. and they must leave their
loved home sag farewell to the faithful
servants see \ stranger 5 tootstep cross
the sill-a strangers hand desec-ate the
household gods. Only scanty pittance
from the wreck escaped last look at
the old familiar rooms last sound from
Minnie's piano. some buds from Annie 5
flowers. ana the TWO sorely-tried ouas
lett their almost sacred spot The sen
satiye Hope, bowed beneath her heavy
grief, gave way before the Wild tempest
that tossed her soui 4 strange meath
ly calm fell ou tAe mothers heart wuu-
derud At her strength. and mourn i 10 &c
the gentle Hope. She was. not formed
to tattle with these waves If trouble -
And vet spare me another tale II anguish
ANOTHER opening of scarce hcaled
wounds hu, think only of another white
robcd seraph hymning her Makers praise
or tae green shores Of the river OF life
And now the lone sufferer is left. and
though the flesh was weak, the spirit be-
came stronger, and she WAS enabled 70
say The Losd gare aud the Lord hath
taken away; blessed b the name Of the