Ottumwa weekly courier. (Ottumwa, Wapello County, Iowa) 1872-1899, 1873-07-17

The wife IT General Candy.

1he Wife 1T General Candy.
Moro than thirty years ago, in The
little town of Charlottesville, Ind,
there was merry, old-fashioned we'd
dug, and Captain e. r.. S. Candy and
Louisa Hawkins were married. Both
were young, the bride was beautiful,
gifted with a reed-like grace Of move-
ment and q rich and exquisite voice,
that still haunts my ear with the echo
of It's remembered music. The old
people shook their heads that night,
and said she was too tender for a SOL
dier's wife; it would not do for her to
brave the hardships and dangers of
the new countries.
His calm, earnest way Of loving had
won her whole sonl, and throughout
the shifting changes of all this tract
of years she had gone with him, aud
where lie was there has been her
home--her homo. Along the lonely
frontier, at desolate outposts in Flori-
da, in New Mexico, in California,
even on the rough edge of the battle,
that gentle, delicate woman has hover
ed near her husband, and the banner
over her head was love.
In the fruitless march to Utah, I'M
der Buchanan's administration, her
tent was pitched among the mountains
where the troops wintered; and /
recolect letter written to kindred at
home, describing their camp, and how
gladly she ate the wild garlic, as Q
preventive to scurvy, when it started
under the melting SHOWS of o late
coming spring.
What the husband gained in moral
height by the companionship Of the
Christian wife-how much he owed
to her and we through him--hss moi
been recognized: His inherited ten.
dency to gloom was charmed away in
that serene and gracious presence.
There was healing in the wings of the
guardian spirit, and through her cease
less vigilance whatever could harass
and annoy was smoothed from before
him as by the unseen agency Of fairy
hands. Partly to this unfailing care
| is due that even poise of brain which
kept his judgment so finely balanced
that, as been said of Washington in
action che never failedto observe all
\ that was possible, and at the same
i
which was possible
/ Nothing could exceed the mighty
tenderness, the eDurtly defernce OIL
manner to her. He early learled--ai
sooner or later all must learn--that. q
little love is much better than fame
and those who knew him merely as
the silent, infexible officer, could moi
guess how the loveliness of Ter life
was blended with his, and filed II
with the undersong of wonderful
sweetness.
1t is pleasant,in this age Of individual
ity and self-assertion, to find q woman
like her of whom I write, WAC has
never considered the question Of
rights, is content to vest her ambition
in another, and be simply q wife
She has not lived like the lilieAvho tot
not, but has ever been an active, earn.
est worker, mindful Of others, 'orget
full of nothing but self. Her louse
hold was directed with wise and
elegant thrift more abundant than any
waste, and once when the General
laughingly complained of being KEEP
on short allowance, she surprised hin
with sum saved from his pay suffi
cient for the purchase of q fam il
Missouri. This, too, was for Others
In Richmond she made our enanie!
love her, and in New Orleans sail -
~ can hardly keep anything, thes /,
such suffering about u.s." How many
she has warmed, and cheered, an6
comforted, only the recording alge
has written.
During their first married years hel
early beauty sprang up anew at tlei
feet, and little girls caressing chat
ter filed their house with music; bu
the Divine Friend of children tool
the young child in his arms, even as HI
took the child of old, and has kept hsl
safely housed in heaven--safe fron
sickness, from the battle, from tn,
temptation, from the weight of years
Immortality would seem but chea
! if with the dust died our affections
When then the everlasting doors wer,
lifted, and the hero, crowned and an.
ointed, there was his little girl. Per
haps no more child,
"But fair maiden in her Fathers mansion.
Clothed with celestial grace" a
This true husband and wife may We
have their quiet evening together
Gods love will take her to his sid
again, the sunset will be fair, and a
evening time there shall be light
Mrs. s. II. Wallace in Indianapoli
Journal.