Dallas herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1849-1873, 1869-10-02
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seven h0wers which now lies bleed
At our feet. Seven times has lii'
revolving glance passed thee over
ahl thy mission Is endeG-lhy REQ
ord galhervd-lhy lab0, d0ne-lnis
ibrgs.ialness, aud soon NO will Iol
low
VIII aIy enc who may read this
when comes the finis Of tho week
ever give ono thought 10 the wrlieI
OF this chapter and swish he were
hero
Yes
WhOg
Shel
Perhaps others. But certainly
she will. Who Is sheg Our Oar
ling.
Sleeping now-just there elosS
within reach. We had too much q
do this week, and 80 all the evening
have We worked with the pen in ouI
littlegoom. Our homo room. She
was tired tonight, and her brain
was full Of wild pain. We tried q
smooth and Sooth il away, but could
not all. And she would not lot Us
devote all the time TO hor, but said
sho would be we'll in tho morning
and then she would read what We
had written.
So We wrote our items and said
our say for those who look therefor
and lazily, droamily, wearily, sat
and watched our Darling. She stood
by the glass and let the long, beau
tiiul hair fall over her snowy shoul.
ders, and down upon tho loving
bosom wheroon our tired head has
rested. Who could help gazing and
thinkingp Not VIC. And she shook
out the rich hair, laughed at q joke
as he drank our health from n COB
lot filled with water, put her soit
arms about our neck, kissed us good
night, badc us "comc quickly," and
now she is sleeping, Sleeping for
tho morrow
We have watched the rising and
falling of the counterpanc-havc
been there TO place our arm around
her neck and waken her once with
d kiss.
And wo think and write. II is
past midnipht-tWo hours since the
weary hand took up the pen to write
this. The great bell of the clock
has just driven twelve nails into the
cofiin-lid of the week, and down tho
winds it rides on the echoes fast dy-
ing outl
She is sleeping for the morrow
Pretty soon we shall sleep for the
morrow. Shall all sleep for that
great morrow over therel God
grant that we who love may sleep
together and walen together in the
morning of HIS love.
We love her. She is very good
to us. As we know each other bet
ter we love each other more. She
shid sho never would speak harsh
word to us-wo shall not to her. 1t
matters not for weulth-ours is OF
the heart. Her life is much in ours
ours in hers. She believes in us
we in her. She would not tell us
an untruth-we would not tell her
5he. If we do wrong she forgives
us, and VIC pray GoD TO. All of us
do wrong at times-who does not ?
She has laughed with us-romped
with us-wept with us-hopcd with
us-borne with our iihperfections-
given us all there is woman's beau
tiful love, and keeps it all fof Us.
Some may not like her, but we
do, and more some may not and do
not like us, but she does, and moro.
We are happy in each others lovc.
Over yonder, across the way, is one
more beautiful than she who is sleep
ing just there, but she Is not So good.
She may be to him-if SO, we arc
glad, but we are content just as it
is, for SO it is-we mnst be, we will
be happy. For by this we arc hap
pyl
She is good to us. Whom our
head aches, and aches, sho pets us,
and we forget pain. She comes and
sits by us--on our knee-by our
side. She works for us as we do for
her. She tries to encourage us-she
tries to make us happy-sbe has no
unkind, cruel, cold, cutting, chilling,
love-blighting words for us-she is
ever glad when we come, and gen.
erous welcome gives. She does not
care for others as for US.
There are larger homes than ours,
but what of 1t? Here we are con-
tent. This carpct--this table-.this
lamp we earned. And all these
beautiful things on the walls and
we earned. Once we had
no home. Then we had. Once we
had not one foot of carpet-a book
save the Bible; a picture, or article
of luxury. Now we have many
We earned them little by little. Rich
people passed us by-sncered at us
--bade us stand aside, or dance in
the next seti But what Of that ?
We do not live for others-that is,
in fear Of Others, or afraid of their
speech. They may think Of us as
they please. They may think OF
us as they please. Con knows and
VIC know, and that Of others is not
of usi We love those who love us,
and all who do not may go their
viii not follow. Love
sown by the wayside is wastcd-love
sown at home grows into the guide
we follow 10 Heavenl
Some are richer than we-yct
they are nctl We have a home
loved ones-hope, confidence, good
intentions, and the respect of all
whotruly know as. and what moro
can we ask? She who is sleeping