Lower Sandusky freeman. (Lower Sandusky [i.e. Fremont, Ohio]) 1849-1849, 1849-02-24
MisfeIIaneOns.
FLOWERS IN HEAVEN
Where is that radiant sllorra

- w here is that radiant sllorr7
Shall we mol seek il aud weep noTe7''
Mas HKmAss.
s sat alone in my school-room. The busy be-
ings who had been about me all the day. had ta-
ken their dinner baskets on their arms, and trudg
edof over the hill in the path which led to their
several homes.
Ny desk was strewed over with withered wild
flowers Some were offerings of infantile hands,
while others had been brought in by the botani-
cal class. I had dwelt for longer time that
night than was " mt upon the beauty Of the veg
etable world, and the goodness and wisdom of its
Creator ] spread before them the beautifully
tinted coroa of the field lily and showed them its
thread like stamens with golden anthers. and its
curious pistis. From another wild flower, drew
the delicate and nicely notched cayx, and explain
ed to them It's various uses, and asked if man,
with all his boasted powers, had ever planned or
executed anything one half as lovely.
turned over the pages of Gods holy word,
and read description of the riches of Solomon,
.and yet,' continued .sin all his glory he was
not arrayed like one of these If It is out of our
power to make anything as beautiful as the little
flower which we crush under our feet at almost
every step, should We not be humble?
A breathlcss interest peryaded the little group,
and their voices were more subdued than usual,
when they came to wish me good night"
After the echo of their footsteps had died away,
and the room had become silent, opened a book
and began to read Soon my attention was ar
rested By quick light step. and little girl of FIVE
summers slid in beside me- Her little, pale, sweet
face was turned up toward me, while her sun-bon-
net had fallen back loosng the dark brown curls
which strayed in rich profuson around her face
and neck.
- q thought Frances had gone home?" said /,
as lifted her to a seat beside me. Is she not
afraid her mother will be anxious about her.
.I thought Miss Barber would tell me more
about God, and the beautiful flowers she replied,
- and I have come back to hear. !" -
She had gathered bunch of buttercups, and
and took them from her little hand, and told her
again of their curious structure ! spoke to her
of that most beautiful of Gods creation, the moss
rose and said that He had placed the Magnolia
Grandiora upon the EARTH to render it more lovely
more IKE heaven.
She caught the idea with enthusiasm. "Will
there be flowers in heaven she asked ?" she asked
aThere wilfbe every thing bright and beautiful
there" l replied, " and if flowers can add any
thing to the beauty of the golden conrts we shall
surely find them there"
O." said she, sI hope the angels will wear
Wreaths of them; am sure / shall love better to
look upon them and to hear them sing
These were among her last words as j parted
from her that evening The next day, Frances
was not in her seat | enquired for her and they
told me she was not well. never saw her again
A few days after, her coffin passed my window
covered with black pail, and followed by train
of mourners watched them until they disap
peared in the crcuitous road that led to the village
graveyard, and then l turned with sigh, and
said YES, frances, THERE ARE FLOWERS II
HEAvEs, FoR foU ARE THERE"