Burlington free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1827-1865, 1844-09-27
VOL. XVIII....No. IL.

semanc, went up to Heaven, and the orphan
was alone, with none but God to shield her.
In the year of calamity, 1887, when thou
sands were torn away ny the hand OF disease,
there was Sister Of Charity in this city
whose origin none knew, but who was uni
vrrsalv beloved. Many a haggard wretch
IN the hospital. in his last agony, had breath
ed prayer for the "palc lady," who like
an angel had so kindly relieved lis wants.
She never smiled hut ii holy radiance would
sometimes oversprrad her beautiful features,
and then, as she turned her deep blue eyes
to hcrTpirit's home above, she looked like a
being Of another world. Some said that size
carried in her breast broken heart. Sho
was never seen 10 weep, but still there was a
sorrowiul shade on her countenance that
spoke Of t!ighed dreams and the wreck Of
earthly love.
One evening while the yellow fever Vas
AT its zenith, ii poor outcasi, WHO was rvi-
IDENTIFY in the las, stage Of his disease, was
brought to the hospital. Medicine was CIV
en- him, and the largest rooms being fali, he
was p|ared IN one of the small chambers Of
the buildings. Ii was now night, and tie sky
flung with lavish hand the lus'rc Of its jewel.
on the sleeping earth. The calm sweet
moon--ihr silver heart Of the heavens above
there is light upon the timid flowers, and
they with their rainbow eyes returned its
eancps. The breeze few by will, anbro-
slal wings, and as the dying ones Inhaled its
passing fragrance, they thought how sweet a
Thing it was 10 live in health, and they re-
mcmbered that when they we're young they
had loved the fresh and blooming flowers
Then they felt the sharp i,anas dart through
their frames, the cold dew stood upon their
fnrehtads, and the grave seemed plcasanl.-
The tinkiing bell in some Of the wards told
them that ore Of their number was no more,
and then they wondered how bell would
sound to dead man-ii' he could not hear
it, and if it would be rung when they were
no more.
The "pale lady" was passing by tho
chamber where the poor outcast lay, and the
lamp in her hand threw ii strong CLEAN upon
her features. Tie sick man fixed his ewes
upon her retiring form, and covering his face
with his hands, he nlurmured, "No, no ; it
cannot be she ~ The lady thought she re-
mcmhcrcd the voice, and she ircmbed like
an aspen. She went back 10 the room
"HtHC' iII' souHu pTO'pencu, anu iOOhcu up
on the patient; but his eyes were closed
and she could not recognise Inn. She laid
her thin white hand upon his temple, and the
touch seemed to revive him. He looked IA,
her for moment, aud then the muscles OF
his throat sw"Iled, and his lips quivered as
though lie tried to speak. a tear conrsed
down the sallow check-it WIS the last drop
in the well of sorrow, and il flowed for some
hy-gone ncmory. The "paIe lady took
her hand away, for though the oulcast was
dead, yet his features assumed living cx-
preston. She knew il all. She was stand.
ing beside the corpse Of Henry Barbour!
Marie. the pale lady, uttered no sound;
bnl she kissed his still heated brow, whle
thoughts too big toi ntierance rose in her
mind. Poor heart sricken Girl Her
trials on earth were ended, and in few
months afterwards, on The celebration Of
All Saints Day, itile child placed wreath
OF flowers on the " pale ady's" grave.