American watchman and Delaware advertiser. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1822-1828, 1822-05-28
WILMINGTON, TUESDAY, % MAY, 1922


very elements seemed then to respect the boar
head OF four score; and after our first greeting wa
over, when looked round, in my affection, | fel
how beautiful was winter.
Z" I am going" said he Is to visit man al the poin
OF death; man whom you cannot have forgotten
whose head will be missed in the kirk next sabbath
day by all my congregation devout man, whit
feared God all his days; and whom, on this awfu
trial, God will assuredy remember. was going
my son, to the Hazel-Glen."
knew we'll, in childhood that lonely farmhouse
so far off, among the beautiful wild green hills ane
it is not likely that had forgotten the name of it
possessor For six years sabbaths had seen tn,
ELDER In his accustomed place beneath the pulpit
and with sort OF solemn fear had looked upon hi
stedlast countenance during sermon, psalm ant
prayer. On returning to the scenes of my infancy
now met the pastor going to pray by his death
bed; and with the privilege with which nature gives
US 10 behold, even in the last extremity, the loving
and the beloved, turned to accompany him to tn,
house OF sorrow, resignation and death.
| And now. for the first time, observed, walking
close to the feet of his horse, little boy of abou
ten years OF age, who kept frequently looking VI
in the pastors face with his blue eyes ba,hed il
tears. changeful expression of grief, hope ant
despair made almost pale, cheeks, that otherwise
were blooming in health and beauty and recog
nzed in the small features and smooth forehead
OF childhood resemblance to the aged man whom
we understood was now lying on his death bed.
+" They had to send his grandson for me through
the snow, mere child as he isl SAID the minister Il
me, looking tenderly on the boy but love make
the young heart bold; and there is one who tenn
pers the wind to the shorn lamb" / again locke
on the fearless child with his rosy cheeks, blue eye
land yellow hair, SO unlike grief or sorrow, yet
sobblng aloud as il his heart would break 81 d
not fear but that my grandfather will yet recover
soon as the minister has said one single prayer b
his bed side. had no hope, or little, as was run
ming by myself to the Manse, over hill after hill
but am full of hopes, now that we are together =
and oh if God suffers my grandfather to recover
| | will lie awake all the long winter nights, blessin
him for his mercy. will rise up in the middle
the darkness and pray to him in the cold on my M
4 ked knees .'-and here his voice was choked, Will
he kept his eyes liked, as ii for consolation and en-
couragement on the solemn and plying counte
nance of the kind hearted, pious old man.
u We soon left the main road and struck off throug
scenery that covered il was with the bewilderin
snow, sometimes dimly and sometimes wildly rt
membered; our little guide keeping ever sho
distance before us, and with sagacity like that
instinct, showing us our course, of which trac
was visible, occasionally his own little foo
: prints, as he had been hurryng to the Manse.
After crossing, Tor several miles, morass and frt
zen rivuet, and drifted hollow with here and the
the top of stone wall peeping through the sno,
5, or the more visible circle OF sheep-bught, we d.
cended into the Hazel Glen and saw before us tt
D solitary house of the dying Elder
! CLEAN OF days gone by came suddenly over m
E soul. The last time that had been in this Gle
r was on day OF June, fifteen years before, hoda
D the birthday of the king A troop of laughing scho
D boys, headed by our benign pastor, we danced oy,
The sunny braes and startled the lnnets from the
nests among the yellow broom. Austere as seen
d ed TO us the Elders sabbath face, when sitting
: the kirk, we schooboys knew that il had its weel
S day smiles; and we flew wings of Joy to our a
i nual festival of curds and cream, in the farm hou
c of that little sylvan world We reioiced in the flo
:, ers and the leaves of that long, that nterminab
! summer day: its memory was with our boy
S hearts from June to June; and the sound of Il
y sweet name, +" Hazel Glen,' often came upon US
our tasks and brought into the school room the pa
y toral imagery of that mirhful solitude.
n AS we now slowly approached the cottage throuf
S deep snow drift which the distress within had pr
IT vented the household from removing. we saw, pee
is ing out from the door, brothers and sisters of O
IF little guide, who quickly disappeared and their nj
e Their showed herself in their stead, expressing
e her raised eyes and arms across her breast, he
l. thankful she was to see at last the pastor, belov
in Joy and trusted in trouble.
n Soon as the venerable old man dismounted from !
/ horse, our active little guide led it away into I
humble stable and we entered the cottage. MOI
TT sound was heard but the licking of the clock. L
6 matron, who had silently welcomed us at the dot
led us, with suppressed sighs and face stained wi
r weeping, into her fathers sick room, which even
that time of sore distress, was as orderly as
I'd health had blessed the house. | could not help
III marking some old china ornaments on the chlmn
;lpiece-and in the window was an ever-blowng re
I'd tree, that almost touched the lofty roof and brgh
ened that end of the apartment with its blossoms.
There was something tasteful in the simple furn
oil ture; and it seemed as if grief could not depri
I'd the hand of that matron of its careful elegance
l. Sickness, almost hopeless sickness lay there, su