The examiner. [volume] (Louisville, Ky.) 1847-1849, 1849-10-27

"Obl il there were a father" said the
how "How glad should be 70 60 70 HIM!
.Co 10 him. said she mournfuliy.
"Ah, Clarindal how glad we should DC
to go to him!" into
her former position.
81 think" said the boy. alter anotnei
long pause. sit | were but sure l should
find him should be very glad 10 de- -
sand would be almost glad TO let you, :,
she replied in low voice, and her neao
sank down again; and hidden BY the CLONES
tears. still and silent as soft summer rain'
literally poured from her eyes.
Another pause!
..Clarinda, what are you thinking about
all the time you are at church,"
81 do not know" said she again, Iais'ng
her head-''anything-nothing. | used 10
look about when was child; and annuse
myself as we'll as could, and now think
about-that is all the difference
"Well. that is Just what do. IL IS very
strange that we have neither Of US thought
more about it. Do you ever say your
prayels?' whispered he, mysteriously.-
aSome people do. every night and NOM
ing"
al never was taught any prayers. except
by my old Nurse, when | was liHis
thing-I used 10 say, "PIsy, God, bless
Papa and Mamma, and make me good
girl" lief il off when left the nursery,
and had 10 one to bid me kneel down
Brother, il there be God!
-"My children" said the old man.
softly opening the door, show are you oo'h'
and what was that you said last, my pref
" lady, Clarindal Ii there be! To BE-
sure there is. Have not shown him TO you
in the flowers? My children. comfort your
poor hearts.--Thsre is a God-a father tG
the falherless, a.
"Then he shall be mig God,' faltered th'
boy
And will he raise the deadi'
ave shall not all sleep, but we shall al
be changed, in the twinkling Of an eye, a
the last trump; for the trumpet shall sound
and the dead shall be raised; and this cor
ruption shall put on interruption; and thu
mortal immortality replied the old man
But wherefore, now, my children? Sore
| ly, this is not the FIRST time you have asked
OF yourselves these things?
"Nay," said the boy, "you know, SIT
how il is with US. We are too poor, ignOr
ant, ill-educated beings, wandering abou
on this earth-coming. We know not from
whence-going, we know not whither.-
We are two poor, desolate orphan children
We were content to wander together, bu
now We both believe that We must part
And she would know what will become o
me when | am dead; and | would know
what will become OF her when, like poo
little withered leaf, she is left to be blown
about the world. Ii there be father Il
the fatherless, why have we never been told
Of him?"
at would have been a great comfort.
said the girl.
al should have asked him a grea
many things, If | thought he would have
head me-.
ASK, them, for he will hear you"
--"And grant my prayersl" said she
doubtingly.
"Or do BETTER" said the old man.
81 understand you" said she, sinking
down again.
.'What | would ask is las lile.' repeated
she to herself; "poor, unhappy boy! and
will he not be better with his Father No
| will not ask that-bu; will ask Hin
to pity me, when he takes him to himself
and to take the poor little Claranda home
too"
The good and simple old man now re
sumed his favori,e subject. He talked o.
creation, and its beauties, and its excellen
ces. and long he pursued the lovely theme
consoling the hearts of these young inquir
ers; and then he fetched his little black
Bible, and he read Of life and immortality
and the touching words OF the tender anc
plying Lord Jesus; and he laid these two
trembling children at their Savior's feet.