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HEAVEN.
By. o. s. P.
Oil! let lie think of Heaven,
When clouds o,Vr ,cat the 6B
And aflgfyBtoruis i are tiriven
In dreadful fury by ;
When wave on waveot ancruish
Break o'er Una troubled breast ;
'Tis then I rli and languish
For heaven my peaceful rest.
Oh ! let Jtne think of Heaven,
When sunmer scenes are bright,
When buoyant hopes are given,
And (pes may not affright;
When "life's young joys are dearest,
And life's dark days are few ;
Then let that land, the fairest -V '
That Heaven be still in view.
Oh ! let roe think of Heaven,
When loved ones droop and die ;
When bleeding' hearts are riven,
And tears" filPevcry eye ;
When at their grave, so lonely,
My fondest hopes abide.
Oh 1 let me think of Heaven,
When gloomy death-shades fall,
In life's cold dewy even,
Like phantoms on the wall ;
When Jordan's billows gather
' In fearful grandeur near;
Then let thy voice, "my Father!'' '
In sweetest accents cheer.
Oh ! let me think of Heaven,
When plunged beneath that tide,
When restless surges driven,
Snail mount the Canaan's side ;
And when with rapture swelling,
The sou! from bondage free,
Shidi pant for that bright dwelling,
Sweet Heaven ! she'd think of thee !
Oh ! let me'tliink of .Heaven,
When safe beyond the flood,
Sly ransomed soul forgiven,
Through Jesus' previous blood i
When dear ones, long departed,
Shall greet me ; ' Welcome home,
"Poor pilgrim, broken hearted !
Thy Saviour bids'thee come."
From the Philadelphia American Courier.
A NIGHT IN THE STQJtM.
BY "SlUS.
A. DENIbONV
V Where d . yoi 'spe mother will be back V
: asked a pn'e cl Id, hanir g ! se to an emaciated
: infant ; 'I think little Herbert gcts wyrse don't
you, Liori Whenever 1 rock the- cradle lie
moans, and don't bieithe so eav and how blue
' his little lips are - oli, Lion ! v had should wo do
i if Herbert should die f ' '
; v Lionel laid bv the net be was mendinjr, and
stood near his sister. His glance1 was une; sv
i. and lialf-averfe 1 shadowed w,ithtUat peculiar
1 expression with .which; boyhood or manhood
$ looks on sickness but Letty, his ) oungest sister,
nestled closedown with "all the solicitude of a
: woman now touching the lax, dimpled hand
that lay so passively on, the coverlet now
throwing back the soft amber floss of hair that
5. "Would not irave 1 pidetied a z pbyr.
. When will she come do you suppo-e ? Is
the 6torai growing any worse ? It seeaiis darker
l here, and the wind makes awful roaii-ug. It is
X tlie wor.t storm we have hafl, I know, for it
3 benda the old inapje c'osa up to the window,
. and mother saj. s. only wlieu there conies a tern
'pest, that trees bend so low. Hark! what was
thatr
Lionel sprang t ube window. A sapling twist
s ed.fi oni its roots, lay ag;iinst the house, whither
the wind had hurled it. The rain cans down
, in blinding torren s; a low cloud seuletl, black
1 and- heavy, over all the trfrtops, and faster
wailed the wind, deepening and sharpening its
wp:'ul voice as it came rushin from the hills,
pressing the veiy. ra'm-dr ps together, till they
seemed like a gnat mist curtail1, that shut out
the day.
Lionel's white cheek had grow n white during
t-l'is rapra survey. Ui nanUs, pd -wuh the
,rhue of ill health, tremlded vij'eiit:y As he came
towards his sister and lesumed his net. .
4 It's a. fu!, Letty,' he murmured, his great
eyes bent on the window ; ,' it's awful and
i . mObher .il never be able t stand it.'
O, Ljoo, don t say ih.u, exclaimed his sister,
"; springing trom her watch ai.d standing beside
him ; then with womanly tenderness, and unsel-
fish soiicitude, she took' his hand, lor she saw
how weak he was.' 4 Come, brother, let us trust
s in Go 1. Mather told us to commit her to Ilim.
;Aou are too sick to be fiigh:eued sit still by
$ little Herbert, and 1 wil make you a Utter fire.
: ana try to get supper. It we only h td a btt.e
tea, now, or aiy tl'i ig but that hard, salt meat.
J Mould you Tight a lamp? fce, the" old clock
says only four and how daik it is !'
t ' Liust.iiig about the one poor room, Letty
I contrived to talk, aud even to l.mgh a little,
when the old mape branch swept its long fiugers
with a rattling souud against the window but
her little heart was very heavy, as she nut on
one of the last three sticks, filled the old spout
i less kettle with water, and proceeded to put on
j the clean pine table their few fragments of bro
j ken crockery.
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4 There, it looks cheerful for alt, exclaimed
Letty, as the ruddy flames gare some degree of
lijht and warmth; 1 uow if God will only send
mother home safely or perhaps, and her face
grew brighter perhaps they won't let her come
to-night.' . ; - ..
Lionel shook his head, and his sister did not
see- but on the wasted'6jcrrdiropl)tj bisfa
dec cheek, large tears trereiowly dropping. s
4 Look, Lion', exclaimed Letty suddenly, 'here
comes the old General. Just as sure as the world
it's old General Hazledean. See how the wind
almost whirls him round.; He'll never be able
to go far why do you uppose he isn't at home
oh!' and she looked narrowly and held up
both hands, 4 if the storm should treat mother
like that.'
The' old man seemed battling inch by inch
with the storm. Now the fierce wind whirled
his large cloak in awkward folds about his limbs,
and anon sent it sailing like a huge pennon from
his ueck, till the old man staggered under his
burden. Sometimes he caught, stooping, at the
stone wail, ag.iin he wound his withered arm
about an elm, and bending his head, his hat was
gone struggled ti l thet fierceness of the storm
spent itself.
' It is rich old Mr. Hazledean,' said Lion, slow
ly, 4 and he never can get home. His home is a
mile away perhaps he will s. op here perhaps
he will tell us something about mother. Oh!
Letty, there's such,a fearlul weight on my heart
wheu I thiuk of mother'
4 And the baby so sick,' said tlie child-w oman,
kneeling and moistening the little parched lips.
' O ! Lion, could au angel look more beautiful !'
How while his forehead is and if his eyes were
not so strangely biignt. O ! Lion he is a
beauty, ain't he ? and ma's idol, too-dailmg
little Herbert I can't bear to see you sick.'
A thundering knock came at the door, made
louder by the fitful groaning of the blast, and
the old man ntered, stooping his taHtiim fig
ure, his long beard and selfish grey locks drip
ping wiih rain. Peering round as if he saw not
for the storm had blinded him he presently
came towards the fire, and look the cuaii that
Lion courteously piaced for him. .
'.W.J, iiith. k-estid,Kijg-,-i'a--ticb
cloak by, aud wiping his humid face 'you
won't, object to sharing your corner wnh an old
man, will you? Leant get fafjier terrible
storm never saw one like uvbetbie eh ! the
child is sick, little one? iiuw long i what's
the matter ! w here's your doctor ? the child
is d)ing I'he muttered rapidly, as he loooktd at
it w i;h Wondering face. i
A smothered cry, and Letty was on her knevs
at the cradle, her eyes distended with terror,
fixed on the old man.
4 My child don't be frightened,' he said, 1 y
ing his hand tenderly ou hr head maybe it's
not so bad with him lej, me see perhaps not
so bad but have you no One io lake care of
him ? Not doc.or no nuise ?
4 Motueif has gone, sir ; Vgoue to get medicine,'
said the 'cfiid, half-choking wiih grief we're
loo j)oor (or a doctor, sir "but mother thought
maybe she, might bring one. O! do you think
dear liitie Herbert is djing, and she not here?'
4 Did you see mother on the road, sir ? A
small woman with a red shawl arid straw bon
i.et 'C asked Lionel, 'standing before the stranger,
h-.s pale lips quivenng, and his bright, unearthly
eyes wildly dilated.
4 My poor bo,-, a w oman could never fiht her
way through this tempestbut stop a red
shawl straw bonnet I think I did see a wo
man before the worst, down below the branch ;
she has probaby obtai'nrdfsl.eker, 'ere this.'
Fuiiously came the legions of the storm, beat
ing their reveida against tne sides of the little
cottage tid tlie walls shoos again and the blast
shrieked and ho .vied, aud the dismal rain rattled
on the old shingles. How awfully it sounded to
the stricken children.
401 stop, Lion don't do that, Lion, mother
would never consent, and you so ill oh 1 sir,
will you beg him not to oaiu this drench
ing stoun and he ill, too." ''
4No!Iam well 'now, and strong stronger
than I ever felt before,' replied the boy hurried
ly ' I am well quite well' and he tffrued his
blaz ng eyes and scarlet cheeks towards his sis
ter, buttoning meanwhile with nervous fingers,
an old great-coat, a 4 World too wide.' 4 'I'm
after my mother she is perishing perishing
in this storm don't cry so, sis you see how
strong 1 ath you will take care of her, sir
won't you V
' Certain- but, my poor boy, this is mad
ness just li-ten ;' the veiy house shook wi.h
the strong, sudden blast 4 1 toil you the wind
j will take you and blow you away.'
.'No. sir,,! amnotafraid God helps me He
has given-m strength let me go I must, I
will go. Letiy, be a good child till I get back
with mother, Herbert is quiet now please God
I e won't die till mother comes.'
It was useless to detain him. Letty sprang
foiward wiih a faiut shrink, as the door flew
j open
In a moment it was cWd, and nought
re i.aiued but a dark po .l of water, driven inbv
the violence of the wind.
The chil l turned heart-stricken to the win
dow. Without was howling darkness and when
she w ould have knelt again by the babe, the old
man w as there on his knees, and he held his
ha:id out and beckoned her away. A strange
hush was on his face, a singular sufuiess in his
voice as he said 4 go and lie down, my child,
I will watch with your little brother.' .
4 1 can't, oh 1 I can't only let me look at
him, sir do let me stay by him I can't leave
him, sir it will kill rue. Everything seems so
strange and terrible,' she repeated with quivering
voice.
Tlie old General took her hand and drew her
gently by the cradle. How still it was! The
baby's eyes ere wide open those sweet eyes
of blue not a, tremor of ther'ps the gasping
breath vwmrjSo friaygw 4KJband, were
spread wide open--a holy" light rested on the
wide brow. n
He is so easy,' murmured little Letty, smiling
through hertears 4 de4r little Herbert he'll be
better soon. ;
4 He is better now,' said the old man, lifting
his eyes reverently heavenward 4 he is better
he is well !' f
" No chilling windjior poisonous breath,
Shall reach that healthful shore ;
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death,
Are felt and feared no more."
Ilepaused reverently,; teas were streaming
down his aged cheeks. Letty had been gazing
long and earnestly at the babe. .
4 He dees not breathe 1 she suddenly screamed.
' Oh 1 he never breathes at all-rhe never moves
his eyes-his hand is cold -grows whiter ; oh!
my little brother is dead little Herbert is dead,
dead !' and a wild wail of sorrow burst from
her poor little heart, 4 dead and mother gone
an 1 Lion gone oh ! they have left me alotie
they are all dea 1 but me!1
Tenderly the old man drew her to his bosom,
and foi; hojurs comforted her. At last her heavy
sob grew more tranquil; she stood by, quietly,
while the old man pressed down the innocent
lids, and drew over the sweet, dead features the
coarse covering. Aud then, with much weeping
between, she toid her little history ; how her
fai her was dead, and her mother so very poor,
aud how Lion had worked too hard, till her mo
ther was afraid he would die.
4 And what is your name my little one?' he
asked, laying her golden head closer to his
breast.
'Letty Hazledean it's just like you is,' she
said, looking up into biseyes.
It seemed a lightning-like movement, but be
fore the child knew it, she wathriist to the
floor, tbensiiatcbedtohfeQltae agamjWfiLlhfi
she was pressed violently in his aims, and a
grom burst from the' old man's bosom, as he
recked his body and leat the floor with his foot
and pressed his hand, all tiepibling over her sufi
curls. I
Then he shifted her upon the other knee, and
told her to look stea lily at him, and cried again
and again, 4 It must, be so !' till the child was
frightened, and hid her face with her Lands,
though she cou.d not keep the tears from com
ing through.
But he grew calmer, after he lifted f gain the
coarse covei let, and repeated two or three times,
' My pretty dead babe 1' with a groau aud a sad
face.
Meanwhile, the old mapli tree told them that
the storm was no whit abated. In at the loose
windows it sobbed aud wept, and groaned
through the crevices. Lett' sat stili, white as a
sheet, at the old man's tiet, her little head
resting on his kne. Almost heart-broken she
was with the grief of her loss. Where was her
mother? where her brave brother? out in this
tearful, fearful storm ; perhaps lying in the road,
the rain beating upon their dead bodies.
She had better lij down, the old man 6aid,
lifting and kissing her, so she stole to the baby,
pressed his little cold 1 ps, and crying bitterly,
suffered herse.f to be passively laid on the bed.
Then the old man refilled the little lamp with
the last drop of oil, and graduating its light that
it might if possible, last till morning, took bis
seat by the little cradle, and listened, with many
a shudder to the terupest.
Meanwhile, Lionel, braced up by the false
strength of fever," had struggled as far as the
tuin from the direct road, on which stood their
miserable tenement 'ihen came the conflict
for the blast, with the power of a demon, walled
up his way, and hurled its invisible weapons
against him. . - v
Again and again did he essay toplunge forward,
for the road was fast growing dim and besides
it was full of deep gulliesand the water already
dashed along in miniature torreufs. Finding na
other way practicable, and bent upon finding his
mother or perishing with her, the poor child
threw himself down in the m'ne, and keeping
close by the rough stone w all, dragged himself
along S"ine distance, till the violence of the gale
had subsided to a momentary lull. He well knew
there was no shelter between him and the branch,
and when heat last arose .with difficulty, his
clothes w ere wet to the skin, and his heart throb-
! led so violently that be was forced to rest. Eve
J rywhere were evidences of the frightful storn.
j hugojbranches lined the road trees were twist
ed, stones of enormous jsize driven frum their
lodgments, and a bla4igHieath seemed to have
swept over the dripping heath. The spirit of
the storm had woiked its will with nature, and
left her panting, dishevelled, and disrobed, sul
lenly moaning her wrongs. Not long stopping
in his dreary, dreadful test, Lion plugged on as'
rapidly as his false strength allowed, and with
terrible earnestness glittering in his wild, fever
ish eyes, sought on every side, in every nook
aud corner for his mother. Not gradually, but
all at once, a black darkness spread before his
path over tlie distaut forest and ihe-boyknew
no longer how to go. His limbs were growing
weak, the heat had left his forehead and his
cheeks, and the raia still dashing against his
feeble frame, seemed with every change of the
wind to sweep through and throngn mm.
Blindly he staggered on, striving to keep foot-
ing in the miserable roach: All at once with the
suddenness of inspiration, he fell upon his knees,
and through the stoirnvnoue beard his faint voice
save Our Father! . . J. i
K! God, carry me' tor say mother O I my
God don't let tub '-a ; till I have found my
mother
O! God, f V Sotpoor Lioa, but
give Uka-bope' and sCfUi, AnJMTgbl to1hVhrpjrfff,rfciigle' tlastiuhwiilhig to resign
dark.'
Who can tell with what divine faith with
what trusting patience he unclasped his wet fin- 1
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gers, and, rising -grappled single-handed with
the blind. ury of the tempest
He could rot judge how far he had gone!,
whether he had neared or passed the branch;
but something in his heart told him to go for
ward. His foot slipped. The wild rushing of
water against the stones, and a low, angry gur
gling, as if the spirits of that element were
striving against a mortal .foe, convinced him
th?t he had gained some river, whether the lit
tle stream that meandered through the open
fields to the left nearly a mile from his home
or the wilder, deeper water that rushed on to
the sea with a strong bound, even in mild mid
summer, and by which a large sawmill was usu
ally kept in full operation. For some few mo
ments he stood irresolute his little body s vaying
to the blast, his feet submerged, bent ath theiu
the grating of pebblas beyond, that sullen
murmur, and a depth where, perhaps, death
waited for him. t
1 can't but die,' he murdered, almost exhaus
ted; 'there's no use in turning back 1 mu.-t
find my mother and if she is dead, and if Her
bert should die and 1 should why ! we'll ali
meet some where in that beautiful bnd mother
talked about when I was sick. JVlay be this is
the narrow river; it's nothing to' cross if it is
and God will take care of me.'
Behold that poor, frail child in the midst of
the whirling waters. Surly the d li. u n of fe
Ver urges him now for he gaps and plunges
on, sometimes sinking knee de ep ihe blast
fighting for mastery the rain drenching his
nv an garment, and on ew ry side fearful plung
inff gullies, in which to sink would be death; for
little he knows how.fhe storm
n has deeued the
river, he speaks btrt one w
fsTiedaslies the "
.-pray from his wet lip.: '
Mother mother T
Again he fe'.t the fiim land but his feet
t,)in and bleeding- his limbs numb, bruised
and sinking from under him, would tear him
nofanher. Again he sank upon his knees, and
his voice blended with the hoarse voice of that
fearful storm "oh ! God carry me to my mo
ther ;' then struck with a sudden thought, he
gathered all his fast failing strength, aud uiak
ii g one desper.de efforlj he shrieked through
tlie b a'-kne-s;
'Mother oh! mother !'
4My boy my Lion my poor sweet child!
where are you?,
With a cry almost unearthly in its blmd d
agony and joy the child sprang to his feet, and
hurried on. It was his mother's voice, though
hoarse and altered.
Almost led by ins inct, he stumbled forward
in thediieciion of the voice, which still kepi re
peating 'My child, where w here are you ?"
till he came to a hut a narrow shanty, built of
boards, use by the day-laborers" who were re
pairing mill machinery on the bauL
In another moment he was in the arms of
his mother !
Her clothes, too, were wet and dripping, and
as she htigtd him to her heart, she sobbed bit
terly. 4 It will be your death, my poor child; how
could you think of it how could you ! And
we must stay till morniug in this cold wet place
-in our wet clothes. And if the wind should
loosen these miserable boards, we shall perish
in the s orm for the rain has poured.in here
already, till the water is over my feet. -jBut tell
me, Lionel, where is your sister ! how was lit-
tie Herbert ? O! it seemsJiard, hard that the
m;other should be keit frotiHiiS; dying babe.
How was he, Lion h Tell the and don't shiver
so, poor cnihi. Uua Help 1S all.'.-
'He was belter, mother that is more quiet,
said Lionel, leaning heavily against her "but I
am so hot, and my heart my heart beats feel
it it thumps thumps.'
4What shall! do for you, Lion? let me fold
this shawl over you; it will at least keep you
warmer. There is a bench here. I'll find it,
and you shall lie down on it There is mo help
for us now but God W na look to Him tbia
terrible night. Yet, that you should venture in
so awful a storm my poor child Herbert is
better you say -why did you think so V
'Because he was so quiet .
40! rav Heavenly Father I quiet ! Could I but
see my babe ? He has been quiet in that dread-
ful stupor all day it seems so hard for me to
be here aud the tears fell on Lionels lore-
head. '
'Don't cry, mother,' he said, feebly 'I left
him in good care. Old Mr. Hazledean was
there you see he couldn't get any faither
hark oh! how frightful. Mother, mother" it
seems as if something kept whispering, 4Yoti 11 ' the white lips unclosed from their stern immo
a; ilia vfo,m ..'n .i. . n - ktiii. ,.A whisoered to that Ear that is never
There ! do you hear ! Do you see that I How shut to the heart-praer one might think she
the light flashes about him 1 It frightens me. 1 bad given up the last lingering vestige of hope.
Hark 1 he is groaning. 0 1 mother let me go i Nearly high noon and the boy had not yet
be will kill little Herbtrt-W his curls '1 aakeuedv In all directions bad General Haz
are bloody mother, it is -a knife I see its ledean sent messengers for the lost woman and
edge is red it is dipped in blood O! dou't
let him don't let him kill our little Herbert.
Wildly and fearfully the mother groaned.-
Left thus with her poor boy in deep darkness
no friendly hand to help no friendly voice to
soothe and her devoted boy raving in the de
lirium of fever. What pen can portrary the
i terrible struggle of that night !
When the gbostly morning came, the storm
grew Jess furious. At intervals the sobbing
fnd broke into a tremulous 4iapason--or gave
its reign of destruction.
All the widow's little garden was gone.' The
few young fruit trees, broken and twisted, their
late blosoms beaten in the ground. The rain
came gloomily and steadily down the distant
hills seemed blots upon the horison and still
and calmly slept the widow's babe, when the
widow's little daughter awoke.
4Mother oh! mother Lion where are
they?'
4We shall send for them, Letty.' said the old
man, whose haggard face looked up from its
loom. 4It is morning now, dear you ha4
etter lie quiet. 1 shall carry you home soon
and give you breakfast, my poor little girl !'
Letty, stole one mournful glance at the cradle
through gathering tears, and turned her face to
die wall, quietly wept. She was too over bur
dened to be noisy in her grief, and when deep
in the morning, Mr. Hazledean told her the
carriage was at the door and she was to go
nome with him, she only asked if the baby was
oing too, and let herself be w rapped in his great
oloak, for she was weak with watehiar and sad-
ie.-s.
'Take the child up carefully,' the o d man
-aid giving directions to his servant.
With wondering looks the stout fellow raised
the limp, beautiful body, and wrapping it about
itb its cradle-clothes, laid it in his master's
lap.
O ! such a grand house ! At any other time,
Letty would have been bewildered with Us state
iness and beauty, but death bad fallen heavy
n her little heart. She clung close to her len
;factor, and when the sweet babe was laid on a
;ouch all richly draperied, whose curtains shoue
n the splendor of silk and lace, she hud her
iead beside i , and it wsis a long, long while be
tore the mild-faced lcuselr"'--r -i-Jd wu her
on b'abycorpsir ' A
'Come now, ljttle miss, come now; there's
some nice breakfa-t down stairs for you, honey
iu' it'll grow .all cold an' not be fit for the mice
n the cellar. Come now, daning, don't be ffo
nsr on so the little lamb's in heaven; in a beau
it ul place, honey, I ng of a thousand little an
gels what the Loid keeps in His great gaiden.
Jome, darlin' now wouldn't it feel bd to see
vou taking on so, when it's up, long of the beau
i.ful angels ?'
'My -mother and L'on,' sobbed the child,
urstii'g into yet louder grief, ti 1 her whole form
hook convulsively.
'Now don't, darling'; why did'nt you know
they're looking for 'em everywhere? Why yes,
jless you honey there! stop crying now the
;ineial's gone bim-elt yes himself, iu his own
-atrrifg. You ought to be thankful, honey,
hat he has taken you In me, and that poor little
dierubin there. He's so kind, the gineral is,
'specially to little children. Come, honey
jheer up we'il find your mother and the little
loir'
'It ain't a dog,' exclaimed Letty resen raent
mingling jgvith her grief 'it's my brother; my
brother Lionel, that went to find my mother in
the storm.'
40! I thought when you said Lion you meant
a little dog your brother too, poor child! poor
little girl but you must come down aud get
something to eat, and by'ne by you'll find your
mother; she'll come here may hap with the gine
ral. I wonder who they are !' she added, aside;
( 'they look poor. I never knew the gineral to
1 take any pains for worn an -kind afore.'
1 Letty endeavored to wipe her eyes, aud reluc-
, tantly leaving her dead brother, followed the
! good woman downstairs.
And what of poor Lionel and the wretched
Juother! The day had dawned onTJer, and she
hardly heeded its coming.. Her soul, dark with
j toreooaing, Knew no longer me wi.u wish ior
J light that she had so often through those long,
4 awful hours, breathed; as one breathes a prayer
1 for salvation. And yet her heart beat faster
i pies and she held her ear low down to listen
if he yet breatheiL She had thrown off her
bonnet, and it lay wet and blachened on' the
' miry floor. The wet folds of her shaw l were
nlastered to Lionel's unconscions form. She
I herself was haggard with fasting and watching;
j her loose brown hair, fallen from the pin which
j was used in lieu of a comb, hung glossy and
j luxuriantly over her temples and away down
) below her waist. Her cheeks flushed, her eyes
deeply sunken, though of a beautiful blue, her
- lips pale and plastered to her teeth, her com
' piexion dead while her thiu fingers clasped with
'convulsive tightness about the body of her sick
j boy, she looked the personification of helpless
; utter despair. Only that sometimes she lifted
-i her large eyes, and saw perchance somethin
beyond the grimmed rafters only that at times
'.her child. The storm still sullen, andas if un-
illin to leave, flung its lank arms in wrath
against the moaning heavens, but it was only
snllen. No breaking into violence, no hurtling
blasts, the limbs of trees aye! the bodies of
stout young forest saplings, stretched, crushed,
and misshapen along the path, -perchance ap
peased its anger
4Hello there, shipmate ! bear a hand You'
ve got a tight craft, just sail alongside that bro
ken hulk yonder. It's a wreck you see, and
there's signals of distfevs. 'The -crew all taken
down no cap'n, only a youngster that can't
crawl aft, and his mother, a hansura un, but
down i' th' mouth.. You're jest in time, mess
mate,' continued the sailor, taking off his hat 1
with rude courtesy, at sight of th tall form and
gray hairs of the General, 'mayhap you're a big
gun, but you won't surely put off from a sink
ing craft. I was jst going iu port after a lug
ger myself, but I'm afnud the poor lad'll kick
the bucket afore I get back.'
All this time the General had been trying to
ask, 4 where is it ?' - He blew in a moment that
Jack's 4 crew,' were noue other than the w idow
and her boy.
But before the lapse of a moment the sulor
cried, 4 Hard a' port, cap'n, here we are in still
water bless my sky lights if y(.u ain't a jolly,
old fellow, cap'u, every inch as good as a salt !
Here, muin here's relief on the high seas
boat gone ballast overboard no grub sink
ing fast but here she is, as fine a craft as ever
was rigged, is bore down she is, mum, to your
relief.' ' . '
It was inexpressibly affecting the sight of
that poor mother veiled with her long hair, her
bosom unbound that she might lay his pallid face
against its warmth her lips quivering, and her
overtasked frame almost sinking beneath its
loved burden, as she lay against the wet black
Loards.
' Father, I thank thee' she murmured, with
a smothered sob, while the tears fell faster
down her cheeks. Jack went forward and pu -lied
the thick hair from Lionel's forehead, then
looked at the General, shaking his head dubi
ously. 'We will wrap him in my cloak.' At the
sound of his voice, the w.dow looked up wnh a
start and the col-r came deep and copious ah
over her maft!lek. up to ihe very iote of
TiefTiaTr, it latt before hisvi idT grew cold,
and a fervent ' God bh ss you,' trembled on her
lips as she resigned hcr pieeious burden.
4 My bal e' s! e said, imploringly, and with
trembling lips await d his r p y.
None came, howver. The General gave her j
one rapid ginnec sue ivau therein ner u soia
lion, and, folding her hands, b wed her head
upon them witli one bitter, bitter gioan.
Led, almost borne to the carriage by the ho
nest sailor, she sunk back upon its cushions,
and nearly insensible with cold, hunger and
sorrow, was rapidly carried to her destinatioi .
Tenderly the old General held the drooping boy
against his bosom. The ride was not long, but
the bridge over the little river being washed
it 1 ii-i 1
away, thev were obliged to take a circuitous
route homeward and a moment seem dan age. j
At the door st od the old housekeeper her
face expres-ing maternal solicitude as he led
the poor, exhausted creature into a room bla
zing with the red light of a great wood fire.
ed her,
stood round, weeping at her recovery.
Lionel was dixes'.e'd of his wet garments, and
aid upon the housekeeper's own luxurious led.
They pressed the widow to eat of temp;iug vi
ands, but she could not, famishing as she was
Her heart was sore with grief ' Only le.:d me
to my baby,' was all her cry.
And they led her to the room where slept
her younge-t born. They lifted the gauzy cov
ering there lay her idol robed in a shroud of
snowy whiteness, btautiful flowers stiewn over
his little body. ;
One wild burst of grief she gathered the
unconscious tlay to her bosom fell foi ward
senseless upon the couch aiid none could tell
but death had summoned both the mother and
the babe.
Letty won her Lack to life. Letty hung up
on her bosom wildly chafed her cold hands
called her sweet and tearful names, bathed her
forehead and w hen at last her blue eyes open
ed and she felt the warm clasp of her true and
tender-hearted child, she knew that God had
not forgotten her and bending to His will, she
listened to the holy voice 4 1 will never leave
thee nor forsake thee.'
Already the little grave was bright with
flowers. For long months Lionel had hovered
on the brink of life the verge of deaih and
the widow could not leave him. But he was
now convalescent, and his mother said she must
go from this hospitable mansion, and find her
home in some lowly nook again. Already she
feared the babbling of spiteful tongue-, though
everybody knew that .the- child could not be
moved, and who would tend him l.kea mothei?
Letty had grown cheeiful and even rosy.
Her bright round face was the happiest thing
in that -splendid Jiousehold, and though objects
rare and rich were congregate there, nothing
seemed so perfect and beautifuKas the widow's
child.
One niht, when Lionel had fallen into a
sweet slumber, the widow stood watching his
light regular breathing ; she marked the daz
zling whiteness of his high, broad brow, aud ex
ceeding purity of the flush that crept warmly
over his cheek, and meandered in among the
penciled veins she could not forbear her teais
at thought of her exceeding poverty and this
delicate boy who needed such tender nursing,
such unwearied care, how was she, poor and
lone, to cope with his weakness and ward 'off
tlisease. - ;'.'
4 He sleeps well and soundly, Mrs. Hazle-
I dean,' . '' .
She turned, half starting the old General '
tood by her side. For some moments both -
were silent tbeir . thoughts, their - emotions, ,
wemdiAereiitjretioiir deeply7 eating.' '""X
Gradually the General had neared, her side,
and nervously laying the coverlid over Lioner
wasted hand, he said 4 Mrs. Hazledean, may I
ask the" privilege of an old friend once, rnore
f than a frieud (his voice grew unsteady) will
you tell me, as far as you may with propriety,
the events of your past life since V he paus-
ed. 4 Let me lead von tn a bo at ha Annt.intuuV
much agitated, and taking her hand, they were
soon sitting in the deep embrasure of bay
window, through which the mellow radiance of '
the moonlight fell like the mantle of purity up
on a chastened soul. And there, not without
tears and trembling, and voice half drowned .
in feeling and sel Sacculation and regretful pain,
6he unfolded her sorrows. Her husband, she
said, slept in his grave, far away in the wild
lands of Florida. He had been kind to her
she had loved h:m he had been all that a fath
er could be to her babies, but the curse of pov
erty had ever clung to him, and he had died in
his search for -gold, h aving, his wife and the
babe unborn at his departure, destitute. Since
she had struggled, she had suffered, God only -knew
how sadly. Her noble boy, while labor
ing for her sustenance, overtasked his delicate
frame, and h's sickness brought "additional bur
dens, but now she looked forward to his re-
covery, and she could no longer burden the , "
kind old man (o'd ! could he be old with his.
beaming eyes made bright by the tear of sym
pathy) she must therefore, with thanks, whose
fervency her heart could not express, leave his -hospitable
roof and trust God for the future,
however dark it miffht be. '
She ceased for some time the General seem
ed striving for speech, and at last he spoke I
4 Madam Letty forgive me Mrs.. Hazle
dean you shall not go without you first reject
JJtonsifion I jji
member the time well, well, no matter I
long ago forgave you but, Letty. you know
not, perhaps, that you made my life a wilder
ness, when, with all the confidence" I reposed in
; you, you left my love. and married another,
my cousin, with the olden vows on your soul.
4 1 ani not blaming you.T I was more ad
vanced than yourself, and it seemed like taking
advantage of your youth to ask, you in marriage
yet -yet it was madness to know that after
ail I was not loved. But Itaid ouce, 4 No mat
ter for that,' I will not again" revert to it
What I shall say now is this you have a beau
tiful child a girl a timid creature, who when
the blush tf von anbood n akes her almost
an angel should be shielded from the ruder
taints of poverty ! Single, you must throw her
from you place her upon the stormy battle-
lients of life unprotected leave her where the
anton eye aud dishonorable soul may strive
to buy her with a mess of golden pottage.
You iiave a boy, too slender to cope with povei
y, who needs nourishment unceasing care,
that his life may not be one long, mournful
liigepfpain. - !
4 Letty can you I will not say love me but
'ake tne for the sake-of these poor children, to
e their father your husband Letty 'j
Noble old man ! No longer seemed there
white locks upon ! his glorious brow he stood
irect, with all a soldier's bearing deep, unal
terable devotion speaking from his clear eye as"
from his firm lip.
The widow, had turned her head from him
v but suddenly as the rushing of a wave, had
; jy happy love entered Jier heart. ' She held
I her baud towards him. .
4 Not only for my children'sjiake,' she said,
softly and tremulously, 'butTyour own for
mine I you shall wed no unloving wile i
How beautiful ! ! 1
Ave 1 ia it not beautiful 'more than beauti- -ful
! Around that happy scene lingers the halo- .
of Heaven. There he sits, the fine, bandsome
old man, with his household gods about him.
Burying his dimphd bands in the masses.! of
his father's thick white curls, a rosy babe stands
laughs on bis knee and one can almost read
worship in that upturned face as in that of
the beautiful woman who is bending near, both
hands upon his, smiles absorbing all her feat
ure. , ' j
Just behind them, a fair child is snapping off
the long stems to which adhere thorns, and
twining roses to lay against those of her cheeks.
Lionel, with bright smiles, stands by the door,
looking, first at his mother and then -at the
babe for the room is like that of a palace
bright and splendid with works 'of art and
- " -
beautiful adornings.
That group is the family of the good Gene
ral Hazledean, and a happier household cannot
be found on the wide earth. ' " " I
SHUTTING1 HIS MOUTH.
Jarvis, the painter, was one day employed in 1
painting a portrait of Bishop , and during
the progress of Bitting, the T-nerable prelate
bfgan to remonstrate with bin at the dissipa
ted course of life into which he had fallen.
Jarvis made no reply; but - dropping his penc'i
from the forehead of tW portrait to the lower '
part of the face, he said,! with a slight motion to
the remend sister, 'Just shut your mouA, my
lord.' By painting upoik that feature, he chang
ed the subject in two senses. . '
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