The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1876-03-02

cheerfully, yea, even gladly His guiding
Hand; for not long, not long, and the
Dark River passed, we shall meet again,
we and ours, in those happier bowers
than Eden's bloom,' where there shall be
no more tumult or strife, no more sorrow
or crying; but peace, sweet peace, perfect
love and never-ending joy in the pres
ence of our dead Saviour forever"
"Mother, dearest mother, come away"
I said, trying to lead her ont of the room,
"this is too much for you to bear"
'tNo burden is too heavy for us to bear,
if we will only cast it on Him, who is
able and has promised to carry all of our
sorrows for us; remember this, my child.
And" she added, smiling through her
tears-her own peculiar smile-so bright,
that as child I thought the angels must
smile like her, "is it my Marion, the
daughter of a long line of heroes, and
one who longs to be heroine herself,
who says anything is too hard to bear?
Does not my daughter know that endur--
ance is the metal of which heroes, patri-
OTIS, soldiers and martyrs are made? En-
durance to the end"
You know, Harry, used to be always
wishing I were a boy, that I, too, might
strike a blow for my country, and show
the world how we Southrons love the
soil that gave us birth. But endurance,
although brave word, is cold and hard,
it finds its way to our souls with the cold
glitter of steel; it is attended by no in
sigma of earthly glory; around that word
no victorious banners wave, no deep tones
of the drum is heard, no spirit-stirring
trumpet calls to worldly honor and re-
nown! But it is ever endure. strive on
to the bitter end; and then, but not till
then, we hear: "Well done, good and
faithful, receive the glorious need Of
Immortality /" Can I, oh can I endure?
A gentle warning spirit voice whispers:
"Such is peculiarly heroic woman's part
in the great battle of life"
But I must hasten to say goodnight,
and goodbye, too, or "grey-eyed morn"
will be smiling on me with her rosy
bushes, leaving me no time for reveling
in Endymion's joy" golden sleep,"-
Before closing, I must tell you of sad
letter received from our sweet friend,
Rose Gordon. Oh, Harry, they, too,
have suffered so muchl, Their beautiful
home in A, having been robbed and
burned by our cruel invaders, they sought
refuge in one of the counties of South
western Georgia. There Rose has been
supporting her mother, and little brother
by teaching The three are the only
ones left. of that once happy family.
The Colonel was killed at in Virginia,
and Lilly and Tommy fell victims of that
dreadful scourge, diphtheria. Poor Rose,
her letter breathes sweet spirit of resig-
nation, but know she must suffer very
much her frail and delicate mother being
one of those gentle, timid spirits, who
are from the necessity of their natures
obliged to rest on stronger and Drawer
hearts, and Jimmie is too young to be
anything more to Rose than IN added
care, and some one to love very dearly.
But Rose is armed for conquest, she is
strong in love, hope and faith, and over
all she wears with tender grace the veil
of sweet humility.
But must say goodnight, and force
myself to leave you, Harry, for one little
nap I must have to nerve me for our
sorrowful journey. Mother sends much
love-the unutterable mother love-and
trust me, my brother, no sister loves more
truly than ,.... l-l.
MARION MAHAM.
TO BE CONTINUED.
l.