The Texas Countryman. (Bellville, Tex.), Vol. 6, No. 3, Ed. 1 Friday, January 26, 1866 Page: 1 of 4
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BELLVILLE, TEXAS, JANUARY 26, 1866.
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TEXIS COUNTRYMAN,
J. T. OSTERHOUT, Propiiibtor.
office OVKn engei.ke's store,
BELLVILLE, AUSTIN COUNTY, TEXAS.
— CASH —
Specie—Singlo C*py, 1 year, $3,00
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ISP Advert isements inserted at 15 cents
pur line, for first insertion, and 10 cents
lor each subsequent insertion.
CT¿PNo advertisement inserted for less
than $3,00.
ES^A liberal deduction made on year-
ly advertisements.
UP* All kinds of Job Printing executed
with ne-ttness and dispatch.
RUSK HOUSE,
HOUSTON, TEXAS.
R. ©. LOVE, Proprietor.
—:o:—
This favorite hotel
is now open for the recep-
tion of Visitors, LADIES,
GENTLEMEN and FAMI-
LIES. The Proprietor, having thorough-
ly renovated the entire establishment, is
prepared, with clean buds and the BEST
FARE the Market affords, to make his
friends comfortable.
EPFor the convenience of Guests leav-
ing by theMorningTraius, BREAKFAST
WILL COMMENCE AT HALF-PAST
SIX O'CLOCK.
A Trusty Runner will he on every Train to
take charge of Baggage.
Give
FANNIN HOUSE,
HOUSTON, TEXAS.
—:o:—
Col. J. K MURRAY, Propriotor.
—:o:—
T1IIS well known house is
now open for the recep-
tion of Visitors and travelers,
mid every attention will be paid
to secure the comfort of its guests
me a call.
¿a t/26-f-ly.
THOMPSON'S HOUSE.
(Opposite the Catliolic CVurcli,)
GALVESTON\ TEXAS.
The undersigned, formerly
of the rusk house,
Houston, lias opened a house in
Galveston, and is now prepared
to accommodate former customers and the
traveling public generally.
His furniture is new, and his table will
bo supplied with the best the Market af-
fords? M. F. THOMPSON.
jan.'iG-f-ly.
W. WOODWAR3),
RECEIVING AND FORWARDING
AND
©¿amasase auarAjm&sr'a'
hempstead, texas,
jin. *0 f-ly.
CIRCULAIS.
The undersigned has established
himself in an office in the CITY OF
HOUSTON, nearly opposite the
Rusk House, where he is prepared to
do a General Commission and Fam-
ily Grocery Business, lie will give
Ills special atteution to selling Cottou,
Wool and other Country produce,
and to purchasing for his country
patrons any articles they may order,
at the loicest market rates. lie ex-
pects to have on hand, about the 1st
of December a large amount of
FAMILY GROCERIES,
which he will sell on reasonable torms;
until that time, he will purchase for
customers any article ot groceries,
free of Commission.
Orders accompanied by the Cash,
Cotton or other produce will be
promptly attended to. lie solicits
his numerous friends and acquaintan-
ces throughout tlx; State to give him
a trial, Respectfully,
J. N. DANIEL.
Houston, Sept. 5th, 1*0,3.
TO AN ABSENT ONE.
by j. R. BAUKICK.
I miss thee—oh, I miss thee,
In our home at close of day,
I miss thee in the morning's hour,
In the glow of evening's ray;
And the earth seems darkaud dreary,
With a dreary sky above,
Since thy smile has wandered from me,
With its joyousuess and love.
I miss thee—olí, I miss thoe,
Where'er I chance to stray;
I miss thee in the liush of eve,
When its shadows dim my way;
For thy presence wove a halo,
Round my lone and weary hours,
As the spirit art of beauty
Weaves a glory round the flowers.
1 miss thee—oh, I miss tlioe,
In the day and in the night;
I miss thee in the twilight hour
When tli.) stars are shilling bright;
Where'er I chance to wander,
Where'er I chance to be,
On my heart and on my spirit
Steals a burning thought of thee.
I miss thee—oh, I miss thee,
In the shadowy realm of sleep;
I miss thee in the night's deep shades,
Thai across my spirit creep;
And the silent land of slumber
Hath no pleasant dream for me,
Since I wander mid its shadows,
Lonely, and afar from thee.
I miss thee—oh, I miss thee,
Where'er my footsteps roam;
I miss thee in the world abroad,
In the quiet of our home;
And there rests a lonely shadow
On the face of nature now,
And a shade of care is stealiug
On my heart and on my brow.
I miss thee—oh, I miss thee,
In my own deep solitude;
I miss thee in the woary hours
That above my spirit brood;
And to me all nature's dreary,
As in eclipse the while.
Since thou art not here to bless mo
With the sunshine of thy smile.
HANNAH LAWRENCE:
A COUNTRY STORY.
"Come linger in our garden bower
A little while with me,
As closes the gum-cistus flower,
And homeward flies the bee.
I have a true sad talo to tell,
And you shall pause, and listen well."
And now, gentío reader, we ill
tell you a country story.- —one that
actually took place far away, among
green fields, and quiet woodlands,
where it is i elated by the aged to this
day, with a simulo and solemn truli-
fulness at which you cannot choose
but weep, although you will present-
ly smile, and bless God, as they never
l'ail to do when they tell it.
Once upon a time, (we love to com-
mence thus, in memory of our happy
childhood, whose pleasaiiUst tales al-
ways began after this fashion,)—once
upon a time there lived a young gir
named Hannah Lawrence. She was
an only child, and as good and sweet-
tempered as she was pretty. A little
willful, to be sure,—it is said most
women are; but then, as her old fath-
er used to observe, she had such n
winning way with her, that one could
not help loving her, do what she-
would. There was another besides
Mr. Lawrencj who was much of the
'tame opinion; aud Hannah felt it,
and was happier than she cared to
et the world know of; while the
snowlodge, so far from tempting her
o exercise the power she was con-
scious of possessing, made her humble
and meok-spirited. To be sure, she
did contrive in general to get her own
way ; but it was so quietly that her
lover yielded almost imperceptibly
to her gentle guidance. The woman
who loves, and is beloved, should feel
her own responsibility, and be care-
ful to blend the wisdom of the serpent
with the harmlessness of the dove.
When Robert Conway told his
mother that he believed smoking did
not agree with him, and that he should
give it up—that he was weary of the
debating club, wjiiahonly led to drink
ing and quarreling, and thought his
evenings would be much better spent
at home—she agreed, with a quiet
smile, and blessed Hannah Lawronce
in her heart. The aged woman was
fondly attached to her intended daugh
ter-in-law; and had sufficient good
sense to be pleased rather than jeal-
ous of the influence which she possess
ed over Robert.
"S"! you do not like smoking ?" said
Mrs. Conway; casting at the same
time a mischievous glance toward
Hannah, who at that momen' entered.
•'Do you hear that, Hannah 1"
"Yes, mother," replied she very
demurely, "and I cannot say that I
am altogether sorry, for it certainly
does make the breath smell very un
pleasantly sometimes."
"But my breath does not smell now¡
Hannah, dear!" said Robert, kiss
ing her. And, as the girl looked up
into his frank, open countenance, she
longed t) whisper—that smoke, or do
what he would, she did not believe
that his equal was in the whoie world
It was as well, perhaps, that she did
uot: it will not do to humor one's
lover too much. It is different with
a husband. Hannah sat between
them with a hand in each ; she was
very happy.
"Why should it not be always
thus ]" whispered Robert Conway
The girl looked timidly at his moth-
er.
"Answer him, Hannah," said she
"I also an impatient to have two
children instead of one." But stil
she never spoke a word.
Mrs. Conway had been young her
self, and she rose up to leave them
together; but Hannah would not suf-
fer her.
"Do not go, mother," said she
timidlv.
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"What is it you fear ?" asked her
lover, drawing her gtntly toward
him.
"Only—only that this should be all
a dream !" And she rested her head
upon his bosom, and wept.
Robert Conway eniiled as he sooth-
ed and kissed away her tears. As
Hannah said even then, it was too
great a hapj in ess to last.
That night she told her father and
mother everything, with many blush-
es and a few tears, for she felt home-
sick at the thought of leaving it for-
ever, although it was to live close by;
however, the day was at length fixed
for her marriage. And the old peo-
ple blessed her again with joyful
hearts, together with the lover of her
youthful choice.
"Yes, he is worthy even of our Han-
nah 1" said Mrs. Lawrence.
"Worthy! O, mother, lie is too good
or me !"
"Impossible!" replied the old man,
"even if he were the king himself."
"Robert will not spoil mo as you
do," said the girl, stroking down the
father's long white hair with playful
fondness.
"I am not so sure of that, or how
he will be able to help it."
Hannah laughed; but there were
tears in her eyes as she bent down to
kiss his withered brow. The conver-
sation now turned upon the many
things that were to be done and ar-
ranged before the wedding could take
place. Hannah wished to have lier
young cousin Maude Iletherington
sent for, who, with her ready inven-
tion, and nimble fingers, proved a
great acquisition on the occasion. Be-
sides which, it was very pleasant for
the girls to talk together in their luis
ure moments, or when they went to
bed at night; And often until the
morning dawned; for Maude likewise
expected to be married before anoth-
er twelvemonth, and they had a thous-
and things to say to one another.—
Maude was older than her cousin,
and sometimes took upon herself to
play the monitress.
• Do you not humor Robert Con-
way almost too much ?" said she one
day.
•'0! not half enough! If you did
but know how kind, and good, and
thoughtful he is!"
"Yes, just now ; but take care, or
by-and-by he will be playing the hus-
band and the tyrant."
"Are all husbands tyrants ?" asked
Hannah, archly.
"Well, I do not know about that;
but it will not do to let them have
their own way too much beforehand "
"But I cannot help letting Robert
have his own way, because, somehow,
his way is always mine. We cer
tainly do think strangely alike about
everything."
"Not strangely." said Maude with
a smile. "And so you have really
consented to old Mrs. Conway's liv
ing in the same house ?"
"It way my own suggestion. Rob
ert is greatly attached to his mother;
and so am I too, for the matter of
that. The dear old lady seemed
quite beside herself with joy when
she heard that she was not to quit the
home of her childhood, whei'e she had
seen so many pleasant days, and will
again,please God; and blessed and
thanked me, with the tears in her
eyes; while Robert stood by, looking
as happy as a prince. Dear Robert
lie is so easily pleased, so easily made
happy!"
"Well, I only hope you may never
have cause to be sorry for what you
have done; for my own part, 1 would
not live with a mother-in-law for all
tlie world !"
"But mothers-in-law are not always
alike, Maudo dear."
"Tine; and to be sure, Mrs. Con
way is very kind and good-natured;
only a little too grave to be a fit com-
panion for a joung girl like you."
"But I mean to become grave too,
when I am married/' answered Han-
{ NO 3.
nali, with a smile.
About a week before the period
fixed upon for tho wedding to take
place Hannah complained of a sud-
den faintness, and looked so pale thai
her mother and cousin were quite
frightened.
"Nay, it is nothing," said she;
"but no not tell Robert, lest ho should
be uneasy about me."
Maude supported her to her cham.
ber, and persuaded her to lie down on
the bed for a tew hours, after whieh
she got better again; so that, by the
time her lover came in the evening,
all traces of her recent indisposition
had entirely vanished. But she grew
sad after he was gone, and observed
to her cousin, that she feared she had
not deserved such happiness.
"I thought so this morning," Mid
Hannah, "when I was taken ill. O i
Maude, if I were to die, what would
become of Robert? We love each
other so much!"
"Hush !' repliod Maude, 'I will not
have you talk thus. God grant that
there may be many years of happiness
in store for my dearest cousin !"
"Forgive me," whispered Han-
nah, "I am very Billy."
"To be sure you are," said Maude
kissing her affectionately.
Every stitch in Hannah's simple
wardrobe, even to her pretty white
bridal dress, was of her own setting.
Many said what an industrious little
wife she would make; and there were
not a few who envied Robert his good
fortune, and could have wished them-
selves exactly in his place—although
the girl herself would not have chang-
ed to have been made a queen. All
the cakes, toi, were ot her making
assisted by Maude, and her old moth-
er, who could not, however, do veiy
much; and it was cheerful enough to
hear them talking and singing over
their pleasant tasks. As Maude said,
"What was the use of being dull ?
for her part she could never see any-
thing in a wedding to make one weep,
unless, indeed, the bridegroom should
be old or disagreeable, or going to
take her away from all her kindred
and friends; and even then she would
not marry, unless she could(love him
well enough to go cheerfully.
"Ajsfor you, my dear cousin," added
she, "about to be united to such a
man as Robert Conway; with a sweet
little cottage close by, so that yon
may see your father and mother every
day, if you like—why I could almost
envy you, if it were not for certain
anticipations of a similar happiness in
store for myself. Ah! you shall come
to my wedding by-and-by, and seo
how merry ye will be!"
'And help to make those nice cakes,
eh, Maude/' said Mrs. Lawrence,
laughingly. "But you are looking
pale, my child," added she, turning
to her daughter, "and we must not
have you tire yourself. There is
another whole day yet."
Hannah smiled, or rather tried to
smile; and, tottering as she walked,
went and set down by the door as
though bhe felt faint.
"Are you not well, cousin 1" asked
Maude
The girl's lips moved fast, as they
grew every moment inore white and
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Osterhout, J. P. The Texas Countryman. (Bellville, Tex.), Vol. 6, No. 3, Ed. 1 Friday, January 26, 1866, newspaper, January 26, 1866; (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth180220/m1/1/: accessed April 30, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting The Dolph Briscoe Center for American History.