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/ Wasitwo years older than Juila+ Charle
psed 10 lake notice Of almost everythin!
which could be seen. and try to :ell hi
little bind sister about il.
4 Oae pleasant summer day be took be
BY The hand aud they wandered down il
llhe smooth pleasant fields together. H,
talked 10 her IS they vent along about th,
green leaves and lhsz ,stgFesn moss. AMI
the beautiful flowers. and the bright sun
shine, and every thing be could think o
10 make her happy. By and by she grew
Eweary-for it j. hard work 10 walk Wher
you cannot see--andd they sat down un.
der large shady tree tosIest awhile
For few moments tbey-sal quite still and
listened 10 the song Of 9 little bird. julia
spoke FIRST.
Charles, said she Bow long time
fthat sweet bird sings He must be ful
Eof 10Y. Can you see him. and is be as
beautifui as bis song Is sweet
Yes. deafIuia. he is pretty bird, and
looks very happy as be swings about in
The air on the very endsof that long limb.
The little giEl sighed, and large tear
rolled down her face as she said,
I 'CharleylI wish that | could see
You tell N about the flowers Of al colors,
the green leaves. the Eiltle birds. the blue
sky and SO many beautiful things that |
long to see. know as you and dear mo.
Nber often tell me, Tia; | can hear, and
feel, aud enjoy a great many things. but
oh ut must be delightful TO sees But |
shall always be blind. shall | not =
I She wep, then, and throwing her arms
about bis neck, whispered,
Charley. If L could only look upon,
your loving face, and our dear mothers,
and all my sweet friends, should not so
much mind being shut up in darkness 10
every thing else
Charles comforled her as well as be
could; but when he looked at her pale
face hssfelt very sad. and loved her more
and more.
Not long after this. little julia became
very sick, and her mother and brother
watched over her, and prayed earnestly.
for her, but her heavenly father was about
to take her TO better home on high,
The day before she died, she lay for a.
short time in her mothers lap. Her brGth-F
er Charles stood by. and held her hand in
his, and looked sorrowtully upon her sw eel
face She was very weak, but talked
some in low voice.
Mother said she, are there any blind
persons in heaven: II,
No, my child. answered her mother,
but why DO you ask =
Obi | have been thinking, since | lay
here, how good God has always been TO
US, and what blessed God he is and
then | thought how I-should love to look
at him foreper.. II makes me fdll OF joy
70 think that when Iget to heaven may
open my eyes and see all around me
see everything in that bright world. But
mother when you and Charley get there,
loo, you must come to your own. little Jul
la, and tell her who you are; and show
me, Too, which my dear fatheris who is
there now, for you know never saw any
Of you here
The sweet child was loo weak to talk
anymore then, but she kissed her mother
and Charley, and looked very happy.
The next day God took her 10 himself,
and for the first time opened her eyes,
which never again will be- closed. 10 Clio.
fious and holy heaven. Therethe earnest
desire Of her pious heart may Ee granted.
ind her song Of praise to God great name !
will be far sweeter than the sweetest mu
tic Of earth.
Dear children will you not remember
,ften 70 thank God Tor the blessing of
S. Journal.
A PLEASANT MEMoRY.-The author of |
Local Loiterings." in the Boston Jour-
,al. whilst writing some "reminiscences
connected with tbe burial places. Of the
lead, relates the following 10 teresting cir
;umstance:
!. Zone Of the pleasantest churchyards
know Of is in the lie Of Wight, and ma
~ years ago, ! was saunteTing among its
raves. when j saw lady in deep mourn
ng, with little girl, sitting On a tomb.
tone. The former was readingNa book TO
be latter. who was looking with fearful
yes into her mothers face. When they
urned away from the spot, I saw that
hey bad been lookingon The tomb Of The |
'Dsiryman's Daughter, 20 whose simple
pitsph was engraved on the headstone.
That lady was the Duehesso of Kent. and
he little child was the Princess Victoria,
low Queen, on whose. dominions the
IN never sets. Perhaps the book the la.
" was reading was the delightful and at
ecting narrative Of Leigh Richmond -
striking was the contrast in the condi-
ion OF The sleeper and her who watchedf
y her graveAihe one peasants daugh-l
er 10 her dreamless slumbers. the other y
bid who. ere many years had passed o.
er her head, was TO take place amongst
be rulers Of the na.ionI The humber Of
be two had won her palm, and was wear
az her crown, whilst the daughter Of ID
oval line was faied to endure the peril
us splendor Of dominion. and become the
mother Of more kings. ere she would lie
own in the vaults Of old Windsor.
TINE Time wastes too fast; every:
.tier I trace tells me with what rspidity1
Re follows ny pen the days and hours
+ il more precious. my dear Jenny. than
be rubies abouktby neck. are flying over
or head like the hight clouds Of windy
az never to return more--eyery thing
resses on whilst thou art twisting thai
,ck-seei il grows gay; and every
me kiss thy hand toNbid adieu. and |
very absence which follows II. are pre-
ides to thai eternal separation which We
re shortly to make. Tans. i