Rutland weekly herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1859-1877, 1872-03-28
From Pomeroy's Democ,at.7
Weeping for Her Little One.
BY BRICK PoMEEoT.


The sun sank tonight. as usual. wits
/ light and warmth behind the hank OF
rain-flled clouds which kept il from
/ view. Some forgot the sunset, because
for the storm they could not see IT, But
storms come and go, and come and go
again. They may drench lis. but do
not reach all. Dripping. cold. in haste,
a boy came with note, asking il We
would call at the house Of a poor work
ngman whose only child was yerv III.
In an hour we were at the home Of
/ brother worker. It was not a splendid
home, counting by furniture and such
attractions, but it had for two vra-s
/ been a very happy one The man who
/ had sent for US was q carpenter. Two
! years before, he married a poor girl
! counting by dollars, but wealthy be-
/ yond computation, judged by her
/ loving heart, gentle ways. virtuous
/ life and sweet sympathy with the one
/ on whose arm she leaned, and all those
who are poor and in afiliclion. Thesg
! two workers had begun life 10 make the
most Of II. They had decided 10 win by
! work. So he perscvcred at his labor.
/ each week adding a little to the acCun1-
! ulatiOns Of industry. Days IN the shop
! Nights at home with her he 50 loved.
Little by little home attractions had beeE
added to their cottage till it had come tc.
/ give promise of great future beauty.
One day there came a little one t.
nestle in its mothers arms. and sleep
with its little head on the heart wherein
the lover husband lived. Then the
worker stepped higher up the ladder OF
manhood. for he too had become a
creator He soothed the aching head
of her he loved, and petted the infant
stranger. Thus in loving care il grew.
By day it was with its mother. AT
night the father toyed with and petted,
and then romped with the growing edit
tion of their second self.
Tonight as we entered the dOor, be
was in tears. The strong man had bent
before the storm of sorrow. The dar-
ling little child Of yesterday was n Tale,
sweet waX-like corpse tonight On the
bed, head resting sweetly on a little pil-
low, it seemed like a window through
which a glimpse Of heaven could be
had.
Said the father.
1T is, O! so hard 10 bear this blow-
this loss so unlocked for, 50 unexpect-
ed! 1t has broken my avt-but it
viii Kill her! Why, they lived so close
ly together, you could hardly tell where
the mother left off and the child COM
menced! They seemed just Ike one.
Oh, say. il you can, something 10 her
never mind me. but help her"
No, grief-Stricken father. Let her
alone. Say nothing TO her ROW. There
is no light in her heart now. She is ina
whirlpool Of ag0ny-s8y nothing 30 her
let her weep for her little one, for her
weep for her little one. open the way for
her mind and heart to follow on 10 the
rest her little one has reached.
The child is better off. Did Won ever
stand on the shores Of the O'd World.
by the ocean side. in some great city
and see emigrants depart for a new
country Did You ever see their DOOR
friends. left behind because too poor 10
pay their passage. weeping at the de-
parturr of those they loved? The good
ship sailed on Day after day over the
waves. The ones who were went over
crossed the ocean and found with us
home. They found here those who had
come before. They found here, in this
city or iH that. i'm this State or in that
those who had naen poor and bungeud
and in degradation, living new lives.
working at new works. happier, hotter
oil. more prosperous and iniucntialthan
when ON the other side Of the ocran. IN
thc low cabins. close hut- and sufferings
they left.
As they crossed To- come 80 us, so too
will we cross the river to the beautiful
Land OF the Loal 10 find al our innds
We shall know them there and hr we1-
coined 10y them.
They viii take MS to their new home.
will introduce us 10 their friends
win take u- 10 their schoOls-will tell
las how much better off they are, and
how Jhry have seen u-. CCmmunc3 with
Us and been with us at times I'm SO irit all
the mourning. absent dave.
Lrt tho mother weep fO her ioncli-
ness. bus nor for the dead TEcre is 7o
9aatb , There j. life. glorious. basuff-
full. successful liz Over There The
little one who was loved. but whose
earthly temple is now empty is already
at school in its new home. a helper 10
others. As have all who have gone be-
fore lis, that little one is now with The
workers, the thinkers, the planners, tie
inventors, who were Of ard with rs
once, as we in time continuing viii he
of and with them. Not in burning tor
ment, but fitting for work, being fitted
to instruct by wonderful, grow.nr infu-
cnces all who on earth work for the
good Of man and beaufifying Of life.
The child-lamp cXtiHguishcd tc-l3ght
here on earth-is an ANGEL lamp light
ed in Heaven.
The clouds hide the sun-griof hides
the child from view, but that little one
Is surely There in ifs new life, az after
birth it was i'm this one. Only that ia
the real life-this is but the ante-roCm-
the fitting place-the trial room where
we decide whether we viii he cf the
workers for good or evil. Let the
mother weep-her darling IS al rest,
safely over the river in its new home,
pure and unspOttcd from contact with
worldly fevers. II was our Junior here
as it will be our senior there, To vel
come 10 teach, to give joy, instructions
and power to the mourning parents who
are weeping this side Of the clouds i'c-
hind which their little one went 70 lis
new and better life this Saturday Night
CARE OF CALvEs.-A celebrated Irish
farmer gives this advice 10 one young IN
the business: ''As a breeder, you must
be careful not to lose the calf-aesh. III
you do SO by starving the animal al any
time of its growth, you lose the cream
the covering of flesh so much pIiZed hy
all our retail butchers. Where 90 ali
the scraggy, bad-hesbed beasts come
from that we see daily in our markets
and what is the cause of their scIaggi-
ness 1t is because they have bIen
stinted and starved at some period Of
their growth. If the calf-hesh is once
lost, it can never be regained. A great
deal of tallow may be got internally by
high feeding, but the animal can never
again be made one that viii be pliZed
by the great retail butcher.
The English steamer Salsette. which
in January took the first cargo Of Amer
lean oysters to England. has reiumed
and is raking up another 10000 bushels