Dallas herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1849-1873, 1869-05-29
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leg ainlt ilt hsrse. her mrrY
lsu.fh and ,hiHl'-h pTaiiia hafins
iauro AZ sauslinr flI iAUss "a De- isgli
hfr than taIrtil "a Onfe nn niiI,t
fffpsi or ITaifir. Mr az bowed her
Hle mas uiunins and iVrrT MAS b
drarcr little iariIns, Gao night she
r0mpfl a little tua mach, lirr
ncrvrs, not sironF, like hoe mothers
0r her father ;, WrTe UyeTWr0aghl in
plsy sho brtamr iisiiGl, as Nc all
IA, and her Iapa spoke harshly.-
Then ilc lrSrs gsn.0 10 her ileaYrn-
lit eyes, aud sheI,n 10 ret her llgVl
bEain in lhe lap n her mama,
Nc heard The cross wOnlss a lead
On door SEEMED Ia Close on our heart
az nc hooked al lao innocent praliers
then at tao stern man, who WAS
kind, bat forgot himself, and flrsui
that tender planls crush easily
Oger the household came = shadow,
Tho ehiil's voice rang out no more
ia merTimeni-Wo all iell sort of sad,
dark, lrombly, like as II we wanted
10 say something, but could not,
And tho next dag our lilllo lrlcnd
WAS sick, Tho doctor came, She
had over played, taken cold, and
suffered. The next day sho grew
worse. More than one prayer went
up 10 iiIN from her iather-but one
IRON tho m0lhSr, for hers Was all
prayer. Tho next day Sho was
worse, and, tho next day, resting
her head On the bosom Of her moth
or, she sank TO sloop-lho little curl
hcforo us, In Il litllo box, Is all that
Is len TO us, a friend OF the family,
al tho little darling. Wo did not
know how well We loved her Till she
went homo 10 commence another
term,
This Saturday night wo called in
10 say word to those who had low
oil aud lost. The merry laugh--lho
childish voicc-lho r0mping over
the iioOr-thc climbing into our lap
tho efforts 10 tease, aud tho ncam-
pcrings hero and there, were all
gone. Great tears had spread them
selves over tho mothers cycs-tho
voice of the father was low aud hush
cd, for tho dearest darling ofa,l was
away. God knows wo piticd them.
We pitiod him, for ho would have
given his own liic TO have recalled
tho sharp words. But she had gone
homo with thcm-a scar upon her
heart, tender aud painful.
We sat aud talked, anil, manly or
not, our tears came with theirs, TO
drop into tho cloud of sorrow before
us. And while ho sat with hands
on table, and head resting thereon,
trying TO reach TO her for the words |
he had given and tho life no had lost,
we went with hcrinto another room.
She carried lamp. 1t was n poor
mans house, and not fitted with gas
and other convcnicnccs, us are the
homes Of the rich. Steadily the door
was opened. The two windows were
darkcncd by curtains. In II corner
of tho room stood an old burcau.-
She pulled out drawcr-noXt but
ono to the top-and there were piled
and packed all tho little clothes Of
tho one wo mourncd. Tho little
dresses were there. The little shoes
and stockings were in ono corner,
while in another were the little toys,
once tho delight Of our little pct
There were little ribbons, such tiny
littlo ones and little caps and sau-
GERS, rs she had played with thcm.
But she was not there. Tho little
clothes she wore week since were
all there, folded nicely, as were the
beautiful little hands we saw in the
coffin folded over her breast, as if
she was saying
"Now lay me down to sleep"
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