Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1878-07-24
Lifted Up.


| have nothing to say of our agony in the
long months that followed (all bereaveC
mothers know of the dreary, aching days
when we walk as if in dream and feel thai
no sunlight will ever cross our paths again)
but wish TO relate an incident which oc
CURED while my heart was crushed in sorrow
had been sent for to watch loved, low
ing and beautiful child breathe her last.
shall never forget the impressive scene-tht
anguished father and mother and sympathiz
ing friends watching the sweet young life
go out. The child was one of winning
character, one whom to see was to love, and
her beauty was known and acknowledged
far and near. Her hair (and this is not
brain-picturing, but drawn from life) was
abundant, glossy and of the richest golden
hue | ever saw. Auburn it was called, but
that word hardly did justice to her bronzy
golden ringlets Her complexion was the
most delicate, wholesome blonde her lovely
eyes as blue as early violets, and her loving
little mouth always greeted with smile.
o the precious little darling, how hard it was
to see her fade, fade from our loving view
A few moments after the sweet mouth grew
still in death and the long golden lashes
swept the dimple cheeks, | went out to com.
fort the mother or rather TO endeavor to.
found her on her knees in agony. | could
not say much | only put my arm about her
and said " Poor mother, poor mother !
wish could help you, but [ can only pity
and sympathize with you" For answer she
turned and wrung her hands, saying con
my child, my precious little - how gladly
would | see you buried in the cold ground il
your father would reforml' l' And then, turn
ing to me, she added "You know the agony
of losing loved child but this terrible grief
of having husband addicted to drinking is
worse-oh so much worse. If this death
can be Gods method of opening my hus
bands eyes, can thank him now for it
yes, even rejoice"
| realized then as never before the horrors
of intoxcation. | had been cropping in
dreariness, and had felt that no sorrow could
possibly exceed mine because GOD had
thought best to transplant one of my loved
children, while the poor mother could even
be glad that her bright darling was gone il
only she could beckon father to come W
too; and l trust he is on the way now, fol
It seems so often that the dear little feet
which have climbed the "golden stair
have left heavens gate ajar for father ol
mother
1t was early morning. Soft and brigh
rays of winter sunshine glanced into cleal
window of small, barn-like tenement oil
Bond street. All was hushed and still
within, although peace had not taken up he
abode there. A beautiful and only chile
was dying. The little white teeth could b.
seen through the partially-closed lips, an'
the little hands clasped on the old coverle
wara lilo hird-oaws in their thirnnss Few
ever entered this dwelling of pauperism, an'
only broken-hearted mother kept ceaseles
vigil in this desolate tenement while love-
child was journeying toward the dark valley
No pen could picture this mothers sorrow a
she, fully realizing that her child was pass
ing away, listened for footstep,
"As oft she'd often done before
Waiting for a staggering man
| To stumble through the door"
90, my Father my Father" burst fort
from her agonized soul not a verbal cry
but an inward beseeching for help and a
though the Omnipotent was waiting for thi
appeal a broad beam of sunshine, as if /
answer entered her abode and smiled upo
her darling's feelings. The little one opene
her eyes and smiled. The mothers eye
filled with tears.
"And there shall be no tears in heavel
mamma dear; you'll soon come there"
"And, mamma-bend your head low s
as no one can hear-l'm going up the golde
stair, and | will beg God to let you con
soon, and then, mamma dear, papa wi
never hurt Won again and guess the lin,
will 90 ont of yonr face. mamma, and IL
smiles come hack into your ewes and mout
and vou'l look like the beautiful picture
the blna velvet case q mamma wis
God would LET you 90 now"
The mother conld not answer; she on
sobbed in agony.
"Kiss me- mamma: Pm so sleepy ca
not keen NV ewes omen. Be ready. MANN
for | know God will answer nv PRAYER al
bring you up to him"
T6ecbild closed her eyes and the little fe,
indeed had gone climbing up the golden sta
Tho motber triad to oray. buf convulsi,
sobbing. wrunp ont of an aching. oyerbr
!, dened heart, revealing agony unutterab
was all she was equal to. But the tend
and pitiful Father took the burden of a 81,
/, for a nraver. and he was very near this chi
az his in Grief Her face was still fair a,
intensely interesting. although the furro,
). an her bigb forebead and the deem lin
2 about the firm month told its own hea
J hreaking history
! Uaroid Fckhart had been kicked ont of
Y low saloon the evening that his only chi
. was diving. kicked ont NOT because he "
= ;ntox;cated and disorderlv. bnt because
+ last cent was zone In his condition
Q could not possibly get home. so he stagper
hack of the saloon in an alley and
n down among some old barrels. where he /
10 asleen and did not awaken until daylig
= and then in a dreadful plight. All night
$ gentIe steady rain had fallen. and he "
: Thoroughly soaked with water. He ATTEMPT
g 10 rise but was so stiff that he gave it
and sat the picture of despair. Very SC
some toners. with swollen cheeks and gril
hands. came stealing up the alley to the
loon,
"a "Uev Hall" said one. "old Bloat did
a treat Won like a gem'an last night did he
4 Come. Bill." answered Harold, help
v home and m treat YOU the first stamp
Il yet"
"a Wall don't forqit; here goes, the
Is And the threadbare.garmented man hell
"a him mn and led him home.
= Riil left him at the door with the rema
~ " Don't forgit the treat" and Harold ente
"a his dwelling softly. For some reason he (
20 a desire to escape his wifes ewes. No fire
!