Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1830-1846, 1844-06-27

| loT " uops moi snow bOth The buds turn
II farther round-a little more--there, its
right: and Mary walked round the room
tn view the rose I'm various positions, after
which she insisted that her mother should
/ 90 round with her 10 the outside To see
how It looked there. GLOW kind Il was
in Miss Florence 10 think of giving this
to ia )" said Mary, "though she had
done SO much for us and given us many
things, yet this present seems the best OF
all, because II seemed as II she thought
OF Us. aud knew just how we felt, and
40 few do that"
"Yes, indeed" said Mrs. Stephens,
sighing, signing.
Il What bright afternoon that small
gift made in that little room. low much
faster Mary 'slongue aud fingers few the
1 'livelong day, and Mrs. Stephens n the
happiness Of her child, almost forgot thai
/ she had a headache, and thought, as
! she slipped her evening cup OF tea, that
/ she felt much stronger than she had lor
| some time.
Il That rose its sweet influence died
/ not with that first day. Through all the
long cold winter that followed, the watch
/ ing tending and chershing of that flower,
\ awakened thousand trains of thought
\ thnt 6cguiled the sameness aud wearnrs,
\ "fthrir IIie. Every day the fair growing
I flower put forth some fresh beauty a
, bud IA Ieaf-or a new shoot. constantly
/ excited fresh delight in It's possessors
\ As il stood in the wndow, the passer by
| would sometimes stop ard oaze. attracted
| by its beauty, and then how proud and
! happy Mary was, nor did even the seri
Gus and care. worn widow, uolce with
/ indifference when she saw the eve of a
| chance visitor rest with admiration on
, their favorire.
\ But little did Florence know when
she gave that eff that there was twined
around IT an invisible thread that reached
4 far and brightly into the web of her
destiny.
II One cold afternoon, in the early spring
a tall, graceful Young man called at the
Iowly room To- receive and nav for some
linen which the widow had been making
up He was ay(arer and stranger
/ in the place, recommended through the
/ charity of some of Mrs. Stephens pa
irons His eyes, "a he was going out,
rested ndmiringly upon the rose /; he stop
ped and looked earnestly at it.
"It was piyen TO us. " said little Nary
quickly, "by young lady as sweet and
|. beautiful as that is'
/ All ~ said the stranger, turning and
(ising upon her pair Of very bright eyes,
/. pleased and rather struck with the sim.
/. pIlcity of the communication, "and how
came she to give it to you, my little girl ?"
ooh, because we are poor, aud mother
is sick, and we never have any thing
\ pretty. We used to have garden
once, and we loved flowers 50 much
and Miss Florence found all this out, and
so she gave us this"
|, "Florence :" echoed the stranger.
Il eyes, Miss Florence PEstrange, n
/, beautiful Young lady-they say she was
/ from foreign parts, though she speaks
English just like any other lady, only
sweeter."
II els she here now is she in the city -
II said the gentleman, eagerly.
/ "No, she left some months ago." but
noticing the sudden shade OF disappont-
4 ment on his face, she added Hbut YOU
can hnd all about her by Inquiring at her
aunts, Mrs. Carlisle, No. 10,