The Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1855-1875, 1871-03-04
THY couNTRY's AND TRUTH'sI''

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She was too much like Heaven,
and so God took her to Himself.
Yes, Mrs. Osgood was dead.
Kind neighbors came in and did
all that kind neighbors can dc,
even remarking rs they glanced a.
NelIy's fearless eyes--.'Poor child!
she don't realize it,"
Mr.. Osgood felt his loss deeply,
but like most men. his grief took
not on outward signs.
Matte was wholly overcome, and
was alone in her room.
Nelly what shall We say OF herp
What shall We say Of the child who
clung to her mother with the devo.
ton you have all read? VIVA. shall
we say OF the one who almost
breathed through her mother's
breath?
Did she realize it7 Was there .
great shadow fallen over her life2
Does it hurt . vine any to ruthless-.
ly tenr away it's support
Oh, let her alone. A grief like
that, is too sacred, too deep, too
desolate, too achingly weary to de-
scribe. God knows what it WAS.
God suffered it. Was Col cruelp
Silently. Nelly walked from Dom
to room, coldly turnine away her
head when she met tho, plying
glances of the neighbors. - 3s.bs
Stop looking at me--you hurt
mel Nelly finally exclaimed. as she
noted their curious gaze They
don't know any BETTER she said to
herself, and walked away. away of
to the palor Fearlessly. reverent
ly, she entered the room where
her mother waslying 'Oh, moth
err sobbed the child, though no.
tears came to her eyes: oh. moth
err she said, ask God to take Ms
too. II you could only put Your
hand on my heart where the ache
is, mother--oh, it aches cso--and
my throat chokes 80. and my head
is 80 hoI Beautiful. beautiful
mother! there'll be no one to talk
love into me now. The folks all
stare at me, and ask II I'll wear
black. Oh, mother black isn't dark
enough! I'll wear the mourning
in my heart, mother. It's all sore
and bruised, and feels rough and
torn mother. Oh, if you'd only
look at me, like Jesus looked At
folks, and make ms we'll. Don't
you love your little Nelly, motherP
God'll send for me, you won't be
happy in Heaven, I know; you.l
worry about me. Ask Jesus to
make it all dream, and let me
wake. aud find you only sleeping
And the child shut her eyes and
opened them; but still the sweet
lips smiled, and the lids that COW
cred the blue eyes remained mo-
tionless. 80
sOh, mother! oh, mother! oh,
mother! said the child, as her grief
burst upon her afresh: L never,
never can stand i'll! and she threw
herself on the floor, and shook con-
vulsively. Mother. mother. moth
err imploringly, come to your
Nelly! Beg Jesus to let you come;
oh, beg Him, mammal never
will do wrong again->and Eli love
him 50 much! can't, l can'tlive
without you, mother. Oh, Jesus,
take me too-me too sobbed the
child. ~
Nelly scarcely realized how near
her prayer came to being answer
ed. For weeks the little life was
despaired Of, aud then--she got
we'll. But tee shadow in her heart,
and over her life, ever remained.
The ache never went out.
She is q young lady now-the
personification of gaiety to those
who know her only superdcially'--
Some call her proud, some wilful,
some stubborn; but they forget
the ache in her heart, for she never
alIudes to it. They forget how
the little vine was left trailing on
the ground, years ago. Wilful she
may be, but she's daily praying fo,
strength to say, Thy will be done.
There's q hope in her heart tha,
sometimes sends the sunshine
across the grave hidden there--it'i
Jesus love. There's q purpose in
her heart that trims the broken
shaft with roses--God put it there
And now, as I write, words ol
long ago come floating on the air
and hear q voice that years hav,
hushed; sweetly, tenderly, mother
like, it whispers--
we shant be separated. There
room for US both--under tue shad
. . ow of His wing
: The terms Of ftwenty-four Sena
!, tors expire on the 4th Of March.
J A poor Indianapolis weaver
( named Ben Thomas has just falle1
heir to $4,000 BY the death Of q,
uncle in England.