The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1877-08-24

that which comes in accordance with
the Eternal Law"
"Again you carry me beyond my
depth"
"Think you, my child, that the invis-
ible, infinite, and ever-present Power
which presides over all things, from the
smallest atom to the unnumbered sys-
TENS, suns and worlds, in the un-
bounded universe; which permits not
even a sparrow to fall to the ground
without his care; which preserves you,
even after misfortunes deprive you of
physical life-think you that he would
permit evil except for the ultimate un-
foldment of good? ?"
"Alas, mother, 1 do not know"
"Once I, too, was ignorant of this
great philosophy, my child. When 1
departed from my earthly life I was,
even as you are now, fretful antag-
onist against what seemed my destiny.
I was a blinded devotee of dogmas, a
worshiper at the shrine of superstition,
yet said, Sacrifices are for my spirit
ual good, and 1 will not hesitate to
make them.'"
"Were you not right in that, mother? ?"
"Partly So"
'If only partly so, then why do you
counsel me to continue in the same line
of discontent?"
because you have others dependent
upon your love and care, to whom you
owe the allegiance of motherhood.
Their existence came upon them as did
yours and mine, in spite of ourselves.
None of US were consulted in regard to
our birth, nor will any be consulted in
relation to their death, but all must do
their part toward paying the involun-
tary debts of nature by doing good
through serving their generation in
their turn"
"But, mother, let's quit moralizing
and theorizing, and come straight to
existing facts. Must 1 remain here, as
drudge and hermit in the wilderness,
while the father and author of these
children spends his life and earnings at
the capitaI?''
"If you have no other alternative, I
do not see but that you must"
"T aCon't"
"Beware how you take your fate into
your own hands, my darling. Do moth
ing rashly. Stand by your little ones.
Even unhappy marriages have their
uses, for they sometimes result in chill
dren of quickened perceptions, which,
but for the discordant elements in the
mothers mind, might have lain dor
mant through generations"
"Pll destroy the children, and then
kill myself! Then I'll be free!"
"Alas, my child, you know not what
you say! You have no right to rot
even yourself of that which you cannot
restore. The earth life was given you
and yours, in which to prepare for 8
higher and more perfect state of exist.
ence. If you fully perform your duty
you will lay grand foundation for al
eternity of conscious usefulness. If you
willfully destroy your physical life, anC
that of your children, you do bu
plunge yourself and them into the low
est depths of hell. You look out int
the darkness of the night, and behold
all is impenetrable gloom. But re
member that always, in another part o
! ha rfh hn iC h mi H.
that beyond the clouds that overspreaC
your earth tonight the myriads of star
are beaming with a splendor indescrib
able. So with every sorrow of your life
no matter how impenetrably dark i
may seem to you, depend upon it ther
is an end to it's Affections. If you wer
unencumbered with these immorta
lives that are depending upon you 70
= love and care, you might be compare
lively Independent; but it would not b
we'll for you to be thus free. Your tim
. for such liberty has not yet come. D
nothing rash, L pray you. After
while the darkest clouds will disperst
and the genial sun will shine agai
, upon the gloomiest places. Do not de
mean yourself by sitting down in hope
| less repining over what might hav
been, when all eternity is before you.
r Footsteps were heard along the roaC
| the gate latch rose and fell with a clicl
: and Thomas Jones paused before hi
sleeping wife and shook her vigorously
e "What the mischief are you doin
r here, in the night air?' he exclaimed
! impatiently. you'll take your deaf
r cold at this rate! Why weren't you i
r bed long ago2"
e Martha opened her eyes and stare
: about her vacantly.
0 "Is it you, King? I thought it W;
D motherw she cried, starting up.
# "King! F5ddIesticks :" retorted tt
s husband. eff you ever speak his nan
b again, there'll be muss in the famiI,
r The cowardly, designing sneak"
Gradually the bondwoman regaint
e her consciousness, but her spirit of r
e bellion was conquered.
Y Her friends wondered at the chang
n Without further dissent she secondt
u the plans her husbands mother hs
r, matured, and when, few weeks late
:, her father, stepmother and husband d
parted for the citadel of povernmer