"Farewell!"--the mother strained her child to her heart again, and again
put her from her, to embrace her more closely. Farewell, came welling up
from that proud brother's heart, with the same breath, thanking God for
giving him a sister. Broken sobs measured the bitterness of the parting
of those down-trodden ones, who, "by an angel of mercy," had been lifted
up, to taste one drop of that bliss upon earth, which the white man
holds within his power to give or withhold. Farewell!--was it not that
one word, which marked the parting of those two, whose hearts had been
united above? "Adieu to my island home," said the Sea-flower, and the
wild waves whispered,--"we are lonely."
CHAPTER XI.
WE ARE GOING HOME.
"The sounds that fall on mortal ear
As dew-drops pure at even,
That soothe the breast, or start the tear,
Are Mother, Home, and Heaven.
"A home, that paradise below,
Of sunshine and of flowers,
Where hallowed joys perennial flow,
By calm celestial bowers."
ANONYMOUS.
Time wore heavily on with Winnie Santon, after Natalie had left them.
Left as she was, much in her unnatural mother's society, who seemed to
be never more pleased than when she might thwart her designs, or, in
some manner act so as to make those about her uncomfortable, it was not
to be wondered at, if she did sigh for other days, and a confidant, to
whom she might unburden her heart.
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