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


tIccd that the little g,rl never comes here
without looking wIstfuIly at the opening
buds F? and don't you remember the morn
Ing when she asked me so preilily II
would let her mother. come and see it,,
she was so fond OF flowers ?''
"But, Florence, only think Of this rare
flower standing on table with ham, eggs,
cheese and -four, and stIaed in the close,
little room where Mrs Stephens and her
daughter wash, iron, cook, and nobody
knows what besidesS
"Well, Kate, aud IL were obliged 10
live IN one coarse rooni, and wash, non.
and cook, as you say-if had To spend
every moment Of my time IN hard toll,
with no prospect from my window but n
brick sidewalk, or dirty lane, such a
flower as this would be untold happiness
to me"
"Pshaw, Florence--all sentiment /;
poor people have no time To- be sentlmen.
tai besides, | don't lhlok !, will grow
with then--it is a green house flower,
and used To delicate living
'Oh, as 10 that, flower never in
qulrcs whether lis owner be rich or poor !;
urd Mrs. Stephens, whatever else she
has not, has sunshine of as good Il quality
n that which streams through our WIN
dow. The beautiful things that God
makes are the gifts Of all alike. lou
will see that my li,iie rose will be as well
and merry in Airs S,ephens'S room as
in ours"
"Wen, after all, how odd When
one gives 10 poor people, one wants 10
give them something useiul-a bushel Of
potatoes or a ham, for example"
"Why certainly ,poiatoes aud ham must
be had but having minis'ered to the
frs, and most craving wants, why not add
any little pleasures or qualifications that
we may have II IN our power 10 give. -
i know that there are many Of the poor
who have fine feeling and keen sense
of the beautiful, which rusts out and dies
because they are too hard pressed TO
procure it on qualification. Poor Mrs
Stephens, for example | know sho
would enjoy birds, Aowers-and music a.
much as do. have seen her eye kin
die as she has looked on these things in
our drawing room, and yet not one beau
tiiul thing can she command. From
necessity her room, her clothing, all that
she has, must be coarse aud PLAN. You
should have seen the almost rapture that
she and Mary felt when offered them
my rose"
"Dcar me all this may be true, but
! never tho't Of it before. never thot
that these Woodworking people had any
idea of tasie !"
"Then, why do you see so often the
geranlum or rose carefully nursed in an
old cracked teapot in tho poorest room,
or the morning glories planted IN a box
and made 10 twine around tho window. -
Do not all these show how every human
heart yearns after the beautiful You
remember how Mary, our washerwoman,
set up whole night after hard days
work, that she might make her first baby
a pretty liock TO be baptized in."
"les, ! remember, and how | laugh
ell At you for making such tasty little
cap for it,"
"WeIl, Katy, think that the look Of
perfect delight aud satisfaction with which
the poor girl regarded her baby in its
new dress and cap, was something quite
worth creating; | do believe she could
not have thanked me- more if | had sent
her a barrel of -four"
"WeII, | never before thought of giv-
really needed, and have always been
willing to do that, when could without,
gong far out OF the wav."
"Well, cousin it our Heavenly Father
gave to Us as we often give, we should
have only coarse, shapelcss piles OF pro-
visions, lying about the world, instead of
all the beautiful variety Of tree, fruits
and flowers which now delight US"
"Well, well, cousin, | suppose you
are right, but pray have mercy on my
poor head It y too small to hold 50 many
new IDEAS at once even 90 on your own
way J" and the little lady began praclis.
ing wnlzIng step before the glass with
great satisfaction.
PART n.
II was a very small room and lighted
by only one window. There was no car
pet OH the floor there was clean, but
carelessly covered bed in one corner
cupboard, with few plates and dishes,
m the other, chest of drawers and he
lore the window stood small cherry
stand, quite new, and indeed the ONLY
aftIclc IN the room tha, seemed so. A
pale, sIckly looking woman OF forty was
leaning back IN her rocking chair, her
eyes closed, and her lips compressed, as
II in pain. She rocked backward and
forward few moments, pressed her hand
upon her eyes, and then Ianguidly re-
sumed the fine stIchng on which she had
been busy since morning. The door