THE LADZES' REPOSIToR Y. right that her heart should be indulged a little the prop upon which she had once fondly hoped to lean was taken away, so she would learn to rely upon herself. Mrs. Earle's duties had by no means lessened since the early days of wifehood, and she had no more the faculty now than then of being in two places at once. Under the influence of a digniiied and gentle demand Mr. Earle furnished the means and she employed assistance in her self-imposed and additional labors. In a year's time fiom that Summer the home of the Earles was scarcely to be known, either inside or out. The rough, weedy door-yard had been transformed into a smooth, green lawn, tastefully planted with shrubs and evergreens, and brightened with plats of brilliant bloom. I The tumbling fences and leaning gates had been repaired or substituted by new; the pile of rubbish at the bottom of the garden was removed, and the last remains of the altogether rotted saplings of the long-ago promised Sum mer house at last cleared away, and Mrs. Earle re-resolved that the remembrance of the broken promise should die out of her heart and mind as well. An arbor was erected under her own supervision, and she took tender pleasure in training over it a vine like that under which she had sat dreaming in girlhood near the old farm-house, now long passed into strangers' hands, and the bodies of its loved inmates resting in the quiet country church-yard. Mlr. Earle watched at first with careless in difference the renovation going on around him. But soon a pleased surprise grew out of indifference, and a firm respect for the abilities of his wife took possession of him. He began timidly to make suggestions which his wife readily followed, for his taste was almost faultless when it could be brought into requisition. Mrs. Earle watched with secret delight his growing interest in what she had undertaken and accomplished, and the climax of her satisfaction was capped when she found him one day, spade in hand, busily engaged in loosening the soil around some choice rose trees that she had planted when they first went to housekeeping. Nor was this the termination of his manual exertions; it was only the beginning, and as time passed he seemed to imbibe a portion of her own zeal. She had certainly put him to shame by a steady, silent and unobtrusive declaration of what might be done, and the extreme pleasure derived from the results of healthful exertion. Mrs. Earle's satisfaction was great, certainly, but often memory reminded her of the years that had been wasted in idle repining, and she was saddened with a remorseful regret. Often she said to herself, "If I had persevered in the beginning with what I so much wished to accomplish, Edward might then have been shamed into rendering me the same assistance which lie does now." But her fond dreams in regard to the professional career of her hlus band were never to be realized. She could not hope for this now. She bravely drove the pict ure of what "mighlt have been" from her wist ful vision, and gazed upon her eldest son with the rare hope that some dclay his bright intellect would be her especial pride and satisfaction. During all the period of Mrs. Earle's active exertions around her home, she dlid not lose sight of the poor woman whose sad story had much to do with her own changed course. She assisted her by counsel and by more substan tial kindness. It was not very long ere the tried woman's release came. In a sad way it was, to be sure, but she felt as if God had pro vided it, and sought not to question the manner of it. Dreadful it was, the spirit of the miser able man departing amid the agony of terrors unspoken, but the wife steadily turned her face fiom all questioning, and laid it away as it is best we should lay away, and not fret over what is not made clear to our yet imperfect comprehension. And she was rewarded, as Mrs. Earle told her she would be, by the tenderest care and respectful affection from the children for whose sake she had summoned all her resolutioni and borne so much, and concealed it jealously from the eyes of a clurious world. Often afterward, as the two ladies, now in equal positions, were bound together by mutual relations, because each had become aware of the other's peculiar trials, Mrs. Earle would remark to her fi-iend: "0, how much a little resolution will accomplish after the first step is taken! My undertaking was small in comparison to yours, but to me it has been very large in its results upon my whole present and future life; and not only upon mine, but upon that of all my family." THEIR CHRISTMAS. THE moon in the west was sinking low, The mountains and meads were white with snow. The steadfast stars were shining bright On the brow of the clear, cold Christmas night. The Christmas night, when bells rang clear And told to all the world their cheer. Fair shone the fire-light on the wall, And the clock in the corner, old and tall. I 438
Their Christmas [pp. 438-439]
The Ladies' repository: a monthly periodical, devoted to literature, arts, and religion. / Volume 8, Issue 6
THE LADZES' REPOSIToR Y. right that her heart should be indulged a little the prop upon which she had once fondly hoped to lean was taken away, so she would learn to rely upon herself. Mrs. Earle's duties had by no means lessened since the early days of wifehood, and she had no more the faculty now than then of being in two places at once. Under the influence of a digniiied and gentle demand Mr. Earle furnished the means and she employed assistance in her self-imposed and additional labors. In a year's time fiom that Summer the home of the Earles was scarcely to be known, either inside or out. The rough, weedy door-yard had been transformed into a smooth, green lawn, tastefully planted with shrubs and evergreens, and brightened with plats of brilliant bloom. I The tumbling fences and leaning gates had been repaired or substituted by new; the pile of rubbish at the bottom of the garden was removed, and the last remains of the altogether rotted saplings of the long-ago promised Sum mer house at last cleared away, and Mrs. Earle re-resolved that the remembrance of the broken promise should die out of her heart and mind as well. An arbor was erected under her own supervision, and she took tender pleasure in training over it a vine like that under which she had sat dreaming in girlhood near the old farm-house, now long passed into strangers' hands, and the bodies of its loved inmates resting in the quiet country church-yard. Mlr. Earle watched at first with careless in difference the renovation going on around him. But soon a pleased surprise grew out of indifference, and a firm respect for the abilities of his wife took possession of him. He began timidly to make suggestions which his wife readily followed, for his taste was almost faultless when it could be brought into requisition. Mrs. Earle watched with secret delight his growing interest in what she had undertaken and accomplished, and the climax of her satisfaction was capped when she found him one day, spade in hand, busily engaged in loosening the soil around some choice rose trees that she had planted when they first went to housekeeping. Nor was this the termination of his manual exertions; it was only the beginning, and as time passed he seemed to imbibe a portion of her own zeal. She had certainly put him to shame by a steady, silent and unobtrusive declaration of what might be done, and the extreme pleasure derived from the results of healthful exertion. Mrs. Earle's satisfaction was great, certainly, but often memory reminded her of the years that had been wasted in idle repining, and she was saddened with a remorseful regret. Often she said to herself, "If I had persevered in the beginning with what I so much wished to accomplish, Edward might then have been shamed into rendering me the same assistance which lie does now." But her fond dreams in regard to the professional career of her hlus band were never to be realized. She could not hope for this now. She bravely drove the pict ure of what "mighlt have been" from her wist ful vision, and gazed upon her eldest son with the rare hope that some dclay his bright intellect would be her especial pride and satisfaction. During all the period of Mrs. Earle's active exertions around her home, she dlid not lose sight of the poor woman whose sad story had much to do with her own changed course. She assisted her by counsel and by more substan tial kindness. It was not very long ere the tried woman's release came. In a sad way it was, to be sure, but she felt as if God had pro vided it, and sought not to question the manner of it. Dreadful it was, the spirit of the miser able man departing amid the agony of terrors unspoken, but the wife steadily turned her face fiom all questioning, and laid it away as it is best we should lay away, and not fret over what is not made clear to our yet imperfect comprehension. And she was rewarded, as Mrs. Earle told her she would be, by the tenderest care and respectful affection from the children for whose sake she had summoned all her resolutioni and borne so much, and concealed it jealously from the eyes of a clurious world. Often afterward, as the two ladies, now in equal positions, were bound together by mutual relations, because each had become aware of the other's peculiar trials, Mrs. Earle would remark to her fi-iend: "0, how much a little resolution will accomplish after the first step is taken! My undertaking was small in comparison to yours, but to me it has been very large in its results upon my whole present and future life; and not only upon mine, but upon that of all my family." THEIR CHRISTMAS. THE moon in the west was sinking low, The mountains and meads were white with snow. The steadfast stars were shining bright On the brow of the clear, cold Christmas night. The Christmas night, when bells rang clear And told to all the world their cheer. Fair shone the fire-light on the wall, And the clock in the corner, old and tall. I 438
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