The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1877-03-24
For The Register.
Rachel Weeping.

Recently laboring man Of Canadian
descent, who had laborcd on an entatc
for some time, could not be persuaded
to remain there longer. His labor, COM
pensation and surroundings were all
agreeable, but go he must. To the earn
est entrcaty of friend, he at length
explained that his leaving his place was
occasioned by the solicitation of his
wife, not on account of any dissalisfc-
ton of his own. The story was briefly
this They were French people, as we
said, and used that language, vet they
spoke English so freely that il was
scarcely noticeable that they were for
eigners, The wife is ralhor itai and
delicate, but quite Il sensible woman, in
her features very nearly q perfect heau-
tyi Allied though she is 10 laborine'
man, who Is nevertheless every way
worthy of hor, she Is every inch lady.
Talk as we may of the royalty of blood,
there is many q lady of superior rank
who lacks the high and lofty mind, the
natural refinement Of feeling, gentle
ness and sweetness that she possesses.
Not to lingcr on these personal peculiar
tiles, LET me say, that during the last
year, these people buried an infant
child some seven months old. For a
little time the grief OF the mother was
mconsolable. She had no French neigh
bors to whom she could unbosom her
distress. still, such as they were, the
neighboring women were kind, sympa-
thizing, and would gladly have relieved
her dropping spirit. At length her grief
was TO others apparently subdued and
her former cheerfulness restored, vet
after while she became Disconnected:
she wanted TO move away. and they
have left.
Before leaving, she one day explained
TO coniiding friend that she believed
that grief was breaking her heart. ain
every part of the house." she said, ~
am constantly reminded of my baby.
The thought of il often comes upon me
like the charge of an electric battery,
and the agony of the moment so COM
pletely overwhelms me, that sometimes
| involuntarily eXclaim aloud, Oh, my
baby. where is my baby. As | 90
about my work, ! suddenly hear II cry
ing In another room. go and II Is not
there. Atnight my sleep Is disturbed,
dream my baby is restless, awake
and il is not here, and il makes me sick.
The neighborS kindly Offer me their
consultations, but they do not meet my
necessities, They are an aversion to me.
| talk the English language freely on all
ordinary subjects, hut il Is not my YER
nacular. cannot draw through for
eign tongue the balm for bleeding
heart. When the burden of grief Is
crushing me, the consultations offered
me so kindly in n foreign speech only
add to my burden. want my baby,
and not their English Iargon, | am IN
no mood for it. The very tenderness of
their sympathy is sometimes shocking
10 me. II makes me petulant and irri-
table, The Yankee folks sweetly sing a
very pretty song.
why do we mourn departed Friends,
Or shake al deaths alarm"
~ suppose they have some way TO an,
swef that question. cannot. lam GO
Ing to my mother and my husband must
go with me-"
sometimes seems very strange that
Others cannot reason as We do, and see
their own interests as they appear to u.s.
But alas, the controlling motive, which
is vital TO them, is to us unknown, and
lnappreciable; TO them our reasoning
would be very proper. and perhaps oon-
elusive, II II were not wholly irrelevant.
Our view meets moi their case at ali,
Situated as they are, we should act as
they do. NoBoDY.