The Louisiana Democrat. [volume] (Alexandria, La.) 1845-1918, 1870-10-19
LEXANDRIA, La, WEDNESDAY,, OCTOBER IS, 1870

us. SO we let her TEST. She has been
such a help to us. Has cared for us so
kindly and with such tenderness, as
Mary cared for Him she so loved while
He was on earth. When we are sick
and PROSTATE from overwork, how like
ray of light from Over There does she
come with careful whispers, gentle
I touch, sweet breath and absorbing So
licitnde to watch over and care for us.
How carefully she closes the blinds
and draws the curtains to exclude the
light while we sleep. How well does
she remember the most minute item OF
instructions given by the good physi-
elan, who also comes to lend his aid
and skill. S
| And when the pain blinds our eyes,
and nearly sets us wild, how her soft
fingers, gently passing over throbbine
temples and fever-heated brow, will
quiet the little devils in the burn
ing blood, and teach them obedience to
her will. 1t is she who opens and
closes the door SO noisclessly, and
makes herself again our savior for the
continuation of the work we know il is
our duty to perform here to be fitted
for Over There.
Yes this is our home. And she is
our darling. Perhaps You do not like
her; we do. Perhaps you love her.
Not so well as we do. You may think
her beautiful. So she is; but to one
who has studied life, there is no beau
| ty like that of her pure mind and God
given intellect. You may not think
her beautiful. You do not know her
her pure life--her confidiug love--hel
sympathy and generous willingness to
aid us in all that will make Others
happy or alleviate suffering. You dc
not know how happy she makes oul
hOme-how she cares while we labor
how she believes in us and thus puts it
upon our honor to be good and true
how her heart goes out to those who
are needy, in distress, unfortunate.
She is sleeping now. Never babe
sleeping more sweetly. A smile on hel
| face even yet-this hour and more there
! resting, d; the hand, so soft, so fair, 81
full of kindness even in its sleeping
touch, resting so temptingIy where W.
can reach it in moment. We know
she is happy, and do wish that all til,
women in the land were as happy as il
she. When comes the hour for rest
then come we to our home. Thi
makes it home. And man will al
ways be where his heart is, and it i
well that it is so. She is not afraid tt
trust us, and does trust lis implicitly
And so trusting, not for all the wealth
of the world would we deceive her, fol-
then would her happiness and our hap.
Ipiness be gone, and regretful sorrow
be left in its stead.
Who does not love happy home
Who is there not striving to Obtain
one? And who does not worship those
who make him happy-even as WE
worshiped God because He has prom
Used, us eternal happiness 2 And so WE
love her who is sleeping just here. She
is very, very good to us. To Others
she is the lady at all times, never stoop
ing to gossip, to SANDER, to tattling o
her neighbors, never envious but al
ways SO pure, gentle, earnest and wo
manly that we cannot help writing o
her, and stopping now and then t.
press light kisses on her brow, and t.
study the face and the life of our dar
ling, but for whom home would not b,
home-life not be life-happiness no
happiness, and words of promise per
haps not SO sacredly kept.
l And so, while she sleeps so beautiful
and SO beautifully, we pass this chap
ter, perhaps the very last we can or ev
er shall write, into a tribute to home
and to the pure, virtuous, loving, no
BILE refined women of the land, who d
SO much to make man and home hap
Ply, but who are too often unapprecia
ted sufferers at the hands and hearts O
those who have not the love for tn
beauties of home and the love whicl
surrounds and hallows it, as may tn
love and care of our good angels b
with all who strive to make home, n
matter how humble it may be, happ
as is ours this finished Saturday Nirh1