Litchfield enquirer. [volume] (Litchfield, Conn.) 1829-current, 1844-03-14

from low bed. oh, Mr.. LessI knew God would
not forsake US Tears glistenea in her sunken,
gray eye, and even the white hAirs which were
scattered on the forehead, e. Mary sfferwaTd de.
clared, seemed like a halo around that dry, with.
cred face, resplendent with the emotions Of thank
full heart. .
This severe cold has set in 90 suddenly, we
feared You might be in want and have come to help
you, said Mr.. Lee, kindly taking the sick womans
hand you have been i'll again, I am afraid. This
is my Mary, Mrs. jones' and he drew Mary to.
ward the bed
Sod bless you, my dear; God bless you, for lea
wing your warm home to come and see an old one
like me- said the woman in broken voice, and
you are going to be like your father, finding out the
sick and relieving the poor. Oh, Miss Mary, it's
your father that denies himself for his Masters
| cause. 1t is not he that spends his money gew.
gawing, when nobody that's suffering can't come to
him without finding help some way; it's me that
knows that indeed: Yes. its met and she covered
her face as in silent blessing. Meanwhile, Mr..
Lee was aiding the childrens efforts about the fire.
We've got on four potatoes theEes sir said one,
and they Amt warm yet,' a., in disappointment,
he thrust his fingers into the pileof cold ashes
Oh sir, don't you think they sglf roast to-day p
turning his peaked, disquieted face up to Mr. Lee,
~ he made the anxious inquifysN IL you do not
have potatoes. you shall have ching my child,
| said Mr. Lee, patting the boy Oh his head. THE
good man then went to the sleigh and bore in a
basket filed with objects for immediate comfort
| The Lord be praisedy calculated the aged Chris
tian; that's he, that's Deacon Leer 'Grandmoth;
er, you prayed and you told us % pray, for God
only could help US, and you always said he would,
| exclaimed the children, running from the bed to
the basket. and the basket to the bed. in grateful
ecstacy.
Mary looked on in fearful silence. II was
| scene she was not soon to forget. To her full
heart her father seemed like an angel. ministering
indeed to the heirs ofsalvation. What privilege
it was to bless that suffering fannly' said Mary,
with deep emotion As they rode over the ice-bound
bridge at the foot Of the hill. -
BY denying myself the luxuries Of life, Mary,
have been enabled TO do this. Our home has all
| the comforts of life, Now Mary you have grown
! up, and have voice in the family arrangements
DO you choose that we shall bug costly furniture,
splendid decorations for our house, shall we use
our earnings as God has prosperea us, in relieving
the distressed, seeking out the suffering. and aid
ing the great plans Of doing good which are every
where to advance the Redeemer's cause
Let me be like you, father Exclaimed Mary,
stricken to the heart, when she remembered how
much pain she must have caused bin.
Deny yourself. and thus intimate the example
Of your Redeemer, my Mary. saiET the father, with
From that day Mary rejoiced in home, and was
often found in many humber hopAes, bearing the
! blessed fruits of Christian charity and love.
Portsmouth, " H. Dee. 1s43,
Lssdicios.s Scene IAN amusing occurrence trans.
pired during service in the Catholic Church at Cab
| otville, last Sunday. Several mafyiagesand bap.
tism was performed by the officiating Priest with
due form and solemnity, but the individual who
stood godfather to the child h the litter cere-
mony not fully understanding his duty, ,presu-
med, when called upon to give 'th1 6apti aimal
name, responded "John," surprising that heAad
been asked his own name. The ceremony M
on, and the infant was duly christened John, W
to the astonishmcnt Of all. the mother informed
Priest that il was female TniA 60 excited The
poor godfather, and ss~s him r"I sound thrashing
on the spot, and would accept NO explanation or
apology for such an apparent outrage upon the dig
nifty Of his Office. An eye witness Of the scene adds
that when the unfortunate victim Of priestly wrath
humbly implored forgiveness for his mistake, he
was again greeted with most ungraeefdl kick
| Springfield Gazette.
ELOQUENT ExTRAcr.-"Generation after gene.
ration" says an eloquent writer, have felt we
feel and their fellows active in life As ours
now. They passed away like vapor while nature
bore the same aspect of beauty as when her Crea.
tor commanded her to be- And SO likewise shall
| it be when we are gone. The heavens shall be as
bright over our grave as they are now around our
paths--the world will have the same attraction for
the offspring yet unborn that she had once for onr-
selves, and that she has for our children. Yet
little while and all this will have happened. The
throbbing heart will be stiied, and we shall he at
rest Our funeral will wind its way. and the prayers
will be said and the grave clods will be thrown n
and our friends will all return, and shall be left
behind to darkness and the worm And il may be
for some short time that we shall be spoken Of -
but the thing of life will creep in and our names
will soon be forgotten. Days will continue to move
on and laughter and song will be heard in the place
in which " died; and the eye that mourned for
us will be dried and glisten again with Joy and
even our children will cease to think of US, and
| will not remember to lisp our names. Then we
shall have become in the touching language Of the
Psalmist, forgotten and clean out Of mind"
Stitches IN a ahrt-A young lady in this town
recently had the curiosity, while making it to count
the stitches in shirt. They are a. follows
Sewing over and over 6375
Telling 1858
Hemming 1901
| Gathering 760
| Button-holes $50
Stitching 2034
Thus we see, at the price Of so cents for making
such Shirt about three hundred stitches are taken
for cent.-POrtsmouth (.E H.) Journal.
Beautiful .alegOry.-A humming.bird once
met butterfly, and being pleased with the beauty
of it's person and glory of its wings, made an offer
of perpetual friendship.
" cannot think of it," was the reply. as you
once spurned me and called me drawling dolt"
Impossible" exclaimed the humming- bird. al
always entertained the highest respect for such
beautiful creatures as you" ...
Perhaps you do now" said the other, "but
/ when you insulted me, was caterpiller. So let
| me give you piece of advice: Never insult the
| humble A they NAV one day become your aupevi.