St. Landry democrat., 1881-09-17

'er child is lowered into deep waters:
There seems no rest in such ha grave,
| hoften fancied | could see my poor
Polite going down, down, in er grave:
hand again 'uge sea monsters would be
'urrying towards 'er to make 'er their
prey. 1t IS some satisfaction to a poor,
bereaved mother to sit hand weep hover
the little mound above 'er child, wllst
she lovingly presses sweet flowers above
the little form, hand if she waters them
with er tears it's some relief to er.
But that was denied me. After losing
nv Polite the waves seemed to me, eS-
peciallv hif the hoccan WAS calm, like
graves. Before We landed hat New
Orleans baby died with scarlet fever,
and was doomed to the same watery
grave. Leaving England with two dear
children, we landed ia the United States
chiIdless.
1--WE were coming to /, hand
has there was no railroad from New
York we came from England hall the
, way by water, coming hup the Missis-
sippi from New Orleans. A long,
tedious journey hit proved to hus.
Halter my first distraction how mind
hat losing my children, settled hinto
an indifferent state O mind, caring for
naught. felt that the good Lord ad
seen was not tit to take care O Is
lambs, hand 'ad taken EN- 'ome.
would SIT for hours, taking no notice
whatever o wot was pass.:-:--: honly
thinking O my misery. If could a
only cried, it would "a been some re-
Lief to my burtened, troubled soul, out
instead, could honly carry my weight
O woe. AS thou wilt, was always my
hanswer wen asked anything. 'ad
no choice O nv own. Wen the boat
neared a town along the river the pas
sengers Railways were hon the lookout
to see hit, but | would never stir from
my seat, hiI were hin the cabin. One
town was all the same to me as another.
Some times my husband would say:
Come, wife, ere's fine town you
should not miss the sight how AS
thou wilt would say, but could see
nothing worth looking hat, and would
soon go back to M seat Malone. Some
times made sure | card my Polite S
voice saving:
daddy, please give poor Polite ha
uIlllh y NhlCI.
HAT such times the burden that lay
hupon me seemed greater nor | could
bear AS my 'usband 'ad Il sister in
L people soon know O our trouble
and we then learned wat Western hos
pitality was 'A2 we been at ONE in
hold England we could ave found no
| better friends nor truer sympathy. One
family especially. by the name of Ellie.
proved such friends that thirty-tive
years O friendship ave been overs.
Gwen we went to chapel, and the
preacher--as they called 'im-prayed
for the dear brother hand sister, from
hover the water, strangers hand child
less hin new country, that the kind
Heavenly Father would send Is COM
forter to speak peace to their troubled
souls. | broke down entirely. For the
first time hin many weeks wept, hand
think those tears saved me my rea-
son, for | found, halter that time. that
| was more like myself.
mot that forgot my trouble. But
l began to show some Interest in
'ad nothing hon my conscience Wen |
thought O i'm. But the years ave
come and the years ave gone and still
sometimes Wen the wind blows with a
keen, shrilI sound. | fancy | ear my
Polle's voice a calling, DADDY. please
give poor Polite ha drink O water
"But,' said she, Il must be movin 2
halong, for my boys Il wonder watever s
become O their mother; for my boys
are great mother boys. 'Ow many
ave /? Four has fine lads has ever
stepped and she added. with proud,
motherly smile that seemed like a
bright rainbow after a storm, ''my boys
think they ave the most patient mother
they hever see, and 'ope they re right. y
Do you wonder, as opened the gate
leading to Irving Cottage, and the twins
| ioyfully ran to meet me, that my arms
clasped them so tightly that they cried
out simultaneously: "Why, mamma,
you hurtsn ~ Romans Journal.