The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1837-10-10

y little maids light form was seen,
All breathless with her speed;
And following close, a man came on,
"A portly man to look upon,)
Who led n painting stced
"Molher!' the little maiden cried,
Or e'er she reached the woman 8 side,
And kissed her clay cold cheek
~ have not ided in the town,
But long went wandering up and down,
The minister to seek.
"Thcy told me herc--ihey told me there
| think they Knocked me every where;
Aud when found his home,
And bogg'd hun on my Bonded knee
To bring his book and come with me-
Mother he would not come.
III told him how you dying lay,
And could not go in peace away
Without the minister;
bosg'd him, for dear Christ, his sake,
But oil my heart, was fit to break
Mother he would not stir.
$50, though my tears we're binding me,
| ran back, fast as last could be,
TO come again to you;
And herc-closc by-this squire met,
Who asked $50 mild y what made me fret;
And when told him true,
".I will go with you, child, he said, W
God sends me to this dying bed,'-
Mother, he's hero, hard by"
While thus tho little maiden spoke,
The man, his back against an oak,
I.ook'd on with glstening eye.
The bride on his neck flung free,
With uuiverng flank and trembling knee,
Pressed close his bonny bay;
A slatelier man, a stateier steed,
Never on greensward paced, | rede,
Than those stood there that day.
So, while the little maiden spoke,
The man, his back against an oak,
Looked on with glistening eye
And folded arms; and in his look,
Something that, like a sermon book,
Preach 'd-"All is vanity
But when the dying woman's face
Turned toward him with wishiul gaze,
FL steppd to where she lay;
And kneoling down, bent over her,
Saying,-''I am n minister
My sister let US pray
And well, without cen book or stole,
God S words were printed on his souD
Into the dying ear,
He breathed, as 'twere an angels strain,
The things that into life pertain,
And deaths dark shadows clear.
He spoke of sinners lost estate,
In Christ renewed--rege
OF Gods most bIest decree;
That not single soul should die
Who turns rcpentant with the cry
abe mercifu TO me-
He spoke of trouble, pam, and toll,
Endured but for a little while
In patience-fath-and love-
Sure. in Gods own good time, to be
Exchanged for an eternity
OF happiness above.
Then-as the spirit ebbd away
Ho raised his hands and eyes, to pray
That peaceful it might pass;
And then-the orphans sobs alone
Were heard, as they knelt every one
Close round on the green grass.
Beheld, in heart struck mute surprise,
Who rein'd their coursers back,
Just as they found the long astray,
Who in the heat of chase that day
Had WANDERED from their track.
But each man rein ID his paving steed,
And lighted down, as if agreed,
In silence at his side;
And there, uncovered all they stood
II was a wholesome sight and good
That day for mortal pride.
For of tho noblest of the land
Was that deep hush d, bare headed band;
And central in the ring,
By the dead pauper on the ground
Her ragged orphans cinging round,
knet their anointed king.
Tho royal minister was George the Third
anecdote is related on the authority of the Reve
George Crabbe, the well kno wn poet of humble