The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1846-05-14

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snO~. sd chilled alaasa beyond he pos-
o. Of her slight saissbled lls@s 10 bar.
Al every step she took. her sIsnglb grew
less ssd less. The snaw lsll % fssl snl
Ihick. that otisels 81 H.aine disisass
wsse obsrured. and her Illls feet sunk
DEEPER snd DEEPER every iassaGL
Ohio die upon Ihsi lonsly moor
how horrible! To 81 lrsaneslly down.
snd-as she Tensmhesed 20 haze heard
u lid that people 90 had peFishtc--t,
heap The snow wIldly srOund her. . q
build hsrstlI frighIiul tomb lhsTesiih
Mese such 10 be Der end. through The
long hours Of Ihs. bitter winners uighi,
hos ~ould her grandmother rave in mad
dsspsir. and cell EaInly 90 hsasen 70 ard
her isling chile. ....
Tucker and fssisr vet. No sky. no
horizon or Objection which 10 resi- ,he eye.
but Ill one mass Of snow, lhst nsds tie
sye-bslls ache Ia lo.k Upon. Fa.itr and
lssIer YET. aud lesbltr YET gfeS her STEPS.
a d,zziness came over her; strange zen.
.allon spread around her hesr,. She
could not hold ouI much longer. She frli
herself sIbklnR-yeI one more Struggle
for her young life. ...
A chirp as that Of liz le bird. sounded
IN her ear. IL vas close bssies hsE--A
rObin-s winter robin.
The moor was IN sumner, particularly
barren. essn for moor. There Vas not
Tree for bird 10 perch upon. Only .
few Shrubs. and they we're nov hidden by
The snow. .........-.......s-.. 4
Chnp-chiTp. -... ........ .-.-. -.
II was ouly simple robin-bul God
alone knows how greatly iis presence
eheered our llile maiden. battling sgainst
The storm on that shrl,erhss and drsary
moor. VIA, lrialng circumstances infuse
new life into The drspondIug bress,i
The Scotch warrior Cleaned new sisor
from watching The ehaus OF . spider.
Mungo Park, when resigned to die in The
African dsserl. behrld Tiny weed lifting
ITS obscure head To the Heaven that en-
closelb Ill the weird. and Tell that God.
sho planted that humble vegetation there,
and dId not withdraw from il his sustain
ing hand. and sent the breeze to ian %.
and the ram 10 water it-wOuld succor
the child Of bis own likeness slso; and
from that consollng though. there grew
such energy that his limbs reeeSed new
strength thereby, and he prosecuted bis
path anew, and arrived safely al the VIE
l4ge he had despaited 10 reach. And this
little rabin--lhls humble robin, dearly
brlosed BY isle and fable, and homely
rhy me--of the music Of ITS speech, Of lie
chirp, chip. chrp--were begoilen such
resolution and courage in the heart Of the
sIaking child. that there was no longer
any question Ur urr uIuor - A-na Iyisks
but certainty thai she aould behold her
grandmother again, and live. please God.
10 bless him IN alter years far preserving
her sgslns, the dangers Of tia, afternoon.
i The robin, too. became her guide. Not
tina, she could have missed her way, bot
the trodden path being hidden by the
snow, one direction, so that she dad not
wander lar from The conjtrtured track.
vas as good as another. And the robin
wen. right onward. hopping now--now
flying, and even Strengthening her resolu-
non. And so she found herself, ere long,
at the door oil her grs"dmo hers collage,
aud saw the robin no mo'e.
She related her story to her grsndnoth.
er while warming herself al he ire " hlch
blazrd on the h.a,th. And oh ! what fsr>
v5nt III NIX 2 wing cended thst nigl.t rom
that Iowly roof 10 the Throne OF Clio Y.
Tue next morning there came knock
at the outage door, and when Jane open
ed II. who should presen, himself but tie
sailor who had gwen her Ave shllllngs on
the previous AFTERNOON. He starred with
i surprise at seeing Jane, and enqulred
whesther Dame Foster lived here, when
Jane replied that she did. the seaman gave
cry OF joy.
"Thsl's Richards voice." exclaimed
The old woman from wthin, "IkDoS il
Us. God be praised. He has sen, me
back my san"
"My mother. nv dear mother" cried
I the sailor. rushing INTO the cotsge.
We pass the srene which followed.
"And so his is ms Janf-my own
child," sad the seaman. presently. ,sk,rg
Jane in his lap. anu kissing her for null
! five m,nuass without drawing breath.
Yes, that is my poor dead Mays
child" said The grandmother. at was
her mothers wedding ring she pswned
yest'rdsy."
The old womsn. the neighbors, Jane
herself. all assert il was no robin. but an
angel from the skies. that led her over the
moor 'ha, afternoon. ~ II '."s
! Who shall dare laugh at their belief,
F. For are not TIE resolves, which nobly Ia
ken. enable us 10 battle successfully wnh
the storms Of life, and conduct Us sstely
Home - angels too! So hers God
J speed the Winter Robin on repeated mis-.
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