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The Youth's companion
The Youth's companion : a family paper, devoted to piety, morality, brotherly love, v. XVIII, no. 51...
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The Youth's companion : a family paper, devoted to piety, morality, brotherly love, v. XVIII, no. 51, April 24, 1845.
22 July 2019
Boston : Nathaniel Willis, no. 11 Cornhill
Dime Novel and Popular Literature
Children's periodicals, American.
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connmrhnh, is, PUBLISHED WEEKLY, BY NATHANIEL WILLIS, AT THE OFFICE OF TIIEl.BOSTON RECORDER, N0. ll CORNIIILL-ONE DOLLAR IN ADVANCE . ,NO. 51. as JERUSALEM. VIEW TAKEN FROM THE MOUNT 0F OLIVi-Is. The bright sunny weather we had so long enjoyed had now left us; dark, driv- ing clouds Hitter] across the heavens, the wind blew cold, and howled fearfully among the rocks, and we approached Jerusalem through one of the wildest, gloomiest scenes ofdesolation I ever witnessed. V After riding for nearly three hours through the same drear and solitary country, throughout which the rlwclling'of man was nowhere visible, we ascended a slight e'mi- nencedmd the landscape then began to un-, bend and relax a little of its stern and bar- ren aspect. Olive woods were seen ‘ in front, and above a short screen of refreshing foliage appeared a white cupola, which was ‘ f immediately hailed as “ El Ifizds.’ Jerusa- :‘ hm l” Pushing our horses onward to the J xkJummit of the neighboring hill, behind ‘ which, in our advance, the small portion of the city had disappeared, we suddenly came upon a scene, imposing, from its contrast with the country we had lately traversed, and certainly one of the most interesting in the whole world. Above the olive-woods in front, seated on the eminence, appeared a line of houses, domes, and minarets, conspicuous among which, and high above all, were the white cupola of the Church of the Holy Sepul- chre,“'and the dome ofthe mosque of Omar. To the left of these rose the Mount of Olives, a lofty and picturesque hill, scatter- cd over with olive trees, and crowned With 3 mos ac and a Christian church. We descended to the olive groves, and after passing several sepulchral excavations in the adjoining rocks, we came to a lon range ofstone battlemented Saracenic walls, and entered the city ofJerusalem.by a lofty Saracenic gateway, called the Bob es-Sclmm, or ”the Damascus gate.”- IVe then trav- ersed a narrow street, between dark gloomy buildings of stone, which were furnished with a few narrow Windows, With painted arches stuck here and there wrthout any order or arrangement. . The dullness ofthe day, and the gloomy silence and desertion oftlie streets, presented a most saddening nd melancholy spectacle. The rain bc- cgan to patter upon the stones, and the I :louds, chased along by the Will-(1,.llll’ew a mournfnl obscurity over. every object. A few Arab women, shrouding themselves un- der the porch of a mosque, and here and there a. solitary Turk gathering his scanty, ‘ garments tight about his meagre person, and seeking shelter'from the blast,wcre the only objects visible in the Silent and desert- ' . ,. . .r 1.. ed‘fliyovv doth the city sit solitary that was full of peoplel how is she become as a widowl she that was great among the na- . tions; and princes among this provmces, , how is she became tributary. . ‘ y . , , . . . , BOSTON, APRIL 24,1845. “ How hath the Lord covered the daugh- ter of Zion with a cloud in his anger, and cast down from heaven to earth the beauty ofIsrael E"-Pictorr'al Illustrations of tire Bible. ‘. ' The church is built partly on the low ground and only on the nscenL It is not entered from the gin Dolor‘osu; the traveller has to ascend the next street, and then, turning to the left, to proceed along a winding doscenu till he arrives at a large open court in front of the church, where he can find everything his heart can wish in the form of Crucifixes, carved shells, beads and bracelets, saints and sherbet; all exposed to sale, and the venders seated on the ground beside thoirwares. n'l'ha court is bounde the wings of the convent: that on the righteou- tains Mount Calvary, and other superstitious sa- cred places; that on the leti, the Greek chapel, and anciently the belfry. The door of the church faces die court; it is on the side ofthe building. It is open only on certain days in the week, and certain hours in each day. To get it opened at any other time, it is necessary to have an order of the two convents, the Latin and the Greek, with the sanction of the governor ofthe city. When open, the door is alvvaysgunrdcd by Turks, who exact a tribute from all who en- ter. Once admitted, the visiters mayrcmain all night, if they please. The crowd pressing for admittance on certain days is immense; and the Turks, who keep the door, treat them in the roughest manner, notwithstanding that they pay for admission, squeezing and beating them about like so many cattle. “ lt must be allowed,” says Dr. Richardson, "that they are often extremely riotous, and conduct themselves in a manner very unbecominrr their character as pilgrims." 310ml ths7 -v, ORIGINAL. EMILY MARSH. ’ CHAPTER FOURTH. In the last chapter, we saw our young wife and housekeeper gay and joyous, hap- py in the present, and hopefulof the future. At the end of eighteen months she was full of>care and trouble. How could this be, when she had calculated so wisely and so well. ls there no way of escaping misfor- tunes and reverses in life, by prudence, foresight and resolution 7 No, there is not. Misfortune comes to all. But 0! the dif- ference when they are the result of our own folly, or when they come to us in the ordi- nary Providence ofGod. O! the difference when they are met with pride and repining, and helpless dcspondency; or with quiet submission, and firm resolution to make the best of every thing. , ' . Mr. Butler’s mother was an old lady who had lived by herself in the country. She was suddenly seized by a paralytic attack; an inexperienced nurse was hastily brought to the house, and she in searching a trunk for a roll of linen, accidentally let some sparks fall from her candle which she did not perceive. In the middle of the night, the house was discovered to be on fire. There was just time to remove‘ the old lady to the nearest neighbors, but not time to secure a sum of money, which had been paidjo her the day before, and which was on he sueceedin day, to have been lent apt,“ bond and m rtgage. This tOgethcr with ,her house and furniture was destroyed, and old Mrs. Butler in one day found her- self helpless and penniless. er. and Mrs. Butler went together, and brought hei with the greatest care to 'their own home. They gave np their own cham- ber which was the lightest and pleasantest in the house to her use, and no daughter ever devoted herselfto a mother with more tenderness and assiduity, than did Emily to her helpless relative.“ She had at this time an infant, a little girl of six months old named Caroline, a bright, beautiful child, full of rosy health, and a constant source of delight and joyful hope to its pa> rents. One day Emily was in her nursery, looking into the blue eyes of her baby, and answering smile for smile, and trying to teach her to kissback again, when she heard a noise in her mother’s room, as if she had fallen upon the door in attempting to rise from bed. ,She hastily placed her child in the arms of her little servant girl and flew to her mother. The child was frightened at the suddenness of the movement; she made a spring to follow her mother, and fell with force upon the door. She scream- ed and seemed in extreme pain, and upon examination it was‘discovered that her spine had been injured by the fall. Her, mother Iiad‘he misery, the anguish, of seeing her bright and beautiful babe grow pale and thin); of seeing her little perfect form begin to [lend and wither; of looking forward to a li e of pain and deformity, and inortifica- tion’ for her beloved child. But these were not :all her troubles. A dangerous epidem- ic had raged in the city, and her husband had‘exerted himself among his patients so much beyond his strength, as to bring on a slow fever, which confined him to his bed, and indeed, endangered his life. For the first time, he was impatient, and despondcnt. He told his wife, that on the very day that he was taken sick, he had of fended one of his richest and most influen- tial patrons, by putting off a peremptory call, in order to visit a poor patient in a dangerous crisis of fever. Alderman “lin- ter: had written him a note requesting his bill, and telling him that nehher he nor any over whom he bad influence would have any farther need of his services. How did the young wife, and mother, and daughter, and housekeeper, bear all these troubles‘l t us watch her for an hour. Now, she is in her mother's chamber. She smooths her pillows, and shades the room to that soft gentle light, most agreeable to the old lady’s shattered nerves. She feeds her with herp‘wn hand, with a' delicatepanada which she has just made and brought from the kitchen, in a nice, china dish. She ar- ranges the little stand before her mother's bed; the bouquet of flowers, the tumbler of fresh water, the Bible and spectacles which she sometimes manages to use for a few moments with one eye and hand. Then, pressing a kiss upon the yvrinlrled brow, she glides, looking back With an affectionate smile, from the room. In another moment, she is at her husband's bedside; soothing, cheering, speaking words of comfort and hope; performing, with a gentle, skilful hand, those thousand little offices, so grate- ful to the sick, when administered exactly as they should be. Is she then ‘among so many sick without a nurse to assist her? Does her economy, or her pride of skill lead her to this’l No, she has the best nurse to be found in the city, and at the highest price. She has perhaps had a little pride of economy in things of mere show, but where the’ health and comfort of,her,, VOL. XVIII. dear ones is concerned, money is nothing. No delicacy that can tempt his mother’s feeble appetite, no rarity that her husband thinks for the moment he could relish, but is immediately procured. ' And now, she visits her nursery, her poor little baby’s ciadle. Its,pale face, its’pitc- ous moan, are for the moment more than she can bear; uitli streaming eyes and aching heart, she does all she can to soothe and comfort the little sufferer; and then she hurries to a distant chamber and locks herselfin alone. She falls upon her knees, she pours forth the anguish of her soul; she prays for divine assistance and support. She prays for life and health for those who are dearer to her than her own life. And her prayer is answered; she feels comfort and strength to perform her duties. She, trusts in the goodness of God. She thanks him for health, and agood, unimpaired con- stitution so important to her now in (“r-i forming her active duties. She thanks im for the little competence, which enables her to furnish all necessary comforts to those she loves. She Ihairilts him for her‘ thorough education and accomplishments, as things on which she can safely depend for future support for herself and invalid daughter, should God-see fit, 0! thought of agony, to deprive her of her beloved husband. . ‘ She cannot banish deep anxiety, and wearing, heart felt care, but she neglects no uty, and is enabled in the presence of the sick to wear that hopeful aspect, which it is so important they should see in those around 1‘ them. i" is i ' And in the midst of her troubles she is not without comforts; her servants are de- voted to her, and everything in theirjde- partmentis well and promptly done. There is little cooking to be sure, but Ihe neat in- telligent cook makes an excellent assistant nurse, and is proud and happy to be so trusted and employed, while the little girl who is inconsolable for the effects of her carelessness, is grateful for being permitted to be of use. " Of all the ladies 1 ever liv- ed with," said Mrs. Rilter, “Mrs. Butler stands at the tip-top. Why, she keeps herselfus neat as apink, though she’s here there, and every where; I never see any body in my life that could live with so lit- tle sleep or so little eating, and keep well. I never see any body that could keep down their feelings, and smile so with the heart- ache underneath, and be every where just when she's wanted, and do every Ihing ex- actly in the very best way, without any fuss at all like her." “ llotv kind she is,” said little Mary. “I would go upon my knees to kiss one of' her little fingers. And how she clutched that good Doctor's arm, and looked with all her eyes into his face when he said that perhaps they could cure little Carry at the- Ilospital or Inhrniary or some such place. She has looked happier ever since." “ es, but it will be a monstrous cit-- pense." I ' ' L ’ “ She won’t mind that a pin." ‘ ‘- , “ The. Doctors think her husband‘will get well after a while; but I understand he- ' will lose the best part of his practice from offending Alderman Winters. The alder- man is a wonderfully persevering man, and. never stops when he gets a going about any thing. Ishould not wonder if Dr. Butler- had to leave the city, which would be a pitv. on account of the old lady and the baby.”- “If they go, I'll “ I would sleep in a shed, a d live crust of bread to be near Mrs. Butler And pray Mrs. Ritter teach me how to cool: ’ and wash and iron. I may one of these." days he the only servant she has, and if there ever was a good, faithful scrvant,1 r > r , . will be that one to Mr. Butler.’ -It has not been our intention to give a long or continued history of Emily Marsh . t f 'l go too," said Mary. j ' on a v’ l X