The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1847-09-25
For the Girls and Boys,
The Young Turtle Dove of Car
mel.
by MARY HowITT.
PART

FAX i.
A great many turtle doves lived nbon
Mount Carmel. There were orange trec
and Expresses there, and among these Tho
doves lived nll the winter they had brood
cnrv in the year, and towards the end of
March, or beginning of April, they sci off
like great gentlefolks to spend "thc senson'
near London. All last winter young Eng
fish musician, who was very pale and thin
lived with the monks in the monastery on
Mount Carmel. He went TO Syria because,
us child, he had loved So TO hear his moth
or read in the Bible: she often rend 10 him n
bout Elijah and Elisha on Mount Carmel, 4,
he used 10 think then, that if ever he were
rich, he would go and see all the wonderful
places mentioned in the Bible. lie never
was rich, and vet he cnme here. lie was
very pale aud thin, and bad large beautiful
but sorrowlul eycs.He took violin with him
10 Mount Carmel; it was the greatest treasure
he had on earth. He played the most won
derful things on his violin that ever We're
heard and every body who heard him said
that he was great musician. In the win
tiers he suffered very much from the cold and
the fogs Of England, so last summer mo saved
a little money, s. set oil'with his violin TO Syr-
in: aud all last winter he lived in the monas-
terry on Mount Carmel, among the grave old
monks. There was one little old monk, II
very Oil llllll WHO SOOU Rlf" very lpHNl vi
INN; he too had been n musician, but he was
now almost childish, and had forgotten how
10 play; so the monks took from him his old
violin, because they said he made such
noise with it. He cried to part with it like
Il child, poor old man!
The young musician had little chamber
IN tho monastery, which overlooked the sea;
nobody can think whats beautiful view it had
The sun shone in so warm and pleasant, and
" little group Of cypresscs grew Just below
the window. The young man often and
often stood at the window, and looked out
on the sea, and down into the cypress trees,
among the thick branches of which he heard
the turtle dove cooling lie loved to hear
those turtle doves-and so did the little old
monk One day early in January he saw
shat the turtle doves had built nest just in
sight: he watched the birds taking it 10y turns
10 sit on the eggs, and his heart was full OF
love to them; they turned up their gentle eyes
TO him, but they never flew away, for they
saw in his mild and sorrowlu cOuntennnce,
that he would not hurt them.
Beautiful and melancholy music sounded
Tor hafthe day down from his window to
where the birds safe; it had strange charm
10 The dovesthey thought it was some grand
new kind of nightingale come down from
heaven. The little old monk suto in his long
Ceymelite frock, with his hands laid together
on his knees, and his head down on his
breast, and listened with his whole soul; to
llim too it came MS voice OF heaven, which
seemed to call him away TO II better land;
great tears often fell from his eyes, but they
wore not sowowful tears; they were tears of
lore, tears which were called forth by fee
ling ofsome great happiness which was com
ing for him but which he could not quite I'M
tlerstand; he was, as you know, very old
4 ,IJnCt in nil tho and nj
most childish.
The music from the young mans room
sounded finer and finer every day; as early
spring came on he grew very poory;thc little
old monk used TO bring him his meals into
his chamber, because it tired him so to go up
and down the long stone staircase to the
great eating room. There never was anybod-
so kind as the little old monk.
A pair of young doves were Matched in the
nest, and when the sun shone in 1.-THE win
dow, the young man used to sit in his dress
ing gown, with pillow in his chair, and
took out over the sea, and down into the cy-
press tree where the turtle doves nest was;
lie would sit for hours andlook. at them, aud
,nany beautiful thoughts passed through his
mind as he did so. Never had lrIs heart been
50 full as now the little old monk used to sit
on Il low seat before him, waiting for the
time When he asked for his violin that was n
great happiness to them both, The musi-
Ciun loved him very much, and often when
he played he meant to pour bright and COM
Portable thoughts into his innocent, affection
ate soul.
1t was the end of March: the turtle doves
were all preparing for their flight to England;
the pair that had bnt under the musicians
window had home in some old quiet
woods in Surrey, where it was delightfully."-
mild and pleasant even in winter; but they
never were there in winter, although their
>wood had the name Wnterdown. 1t was
a lovely wood: broad lcated arums, and prim-
roses and vioes blue and white, covered the
ground in spring; in summer there were hun
tlreds of glow worms there, and the old tree
trunks were Wreathed with ivy and honey
suckle. 1t was u very pleasant wood, and
near to it the poets children were born they
had wandered in it aud gathered its flowers
and admired its glow worms and listened to
the turtle doves when they were very young
now, however, their home was nearer Lon
don; they only went to Winterdown about
once year for great holiday The old tur-
tie doves talked about the poets children in
'Wnterdown, and the young doves fancied
that they lived there always.
1t was now the time for them TO set off on
their long journey; the old pairs had eXercis-
ed their young ones, and they were sure they
could perform the journey. Next morning
early they were to set off.
All night there was light burning in the
young musicians chamber,and towards morn
ing the most heavenly music sounded from
the window, which the old monk had open.
ed very little for fresh air, because his
young friend complained of the room being
close and hot. The sound woke the doves
they safe and listened to what they still
thought a glorious bird: the old monk safe
with his feeble hands together and head
raised; it was the first time for years that he