Lewisburg chronicle, and the West Branch farmer. [volume] (Lewisburg, Pa.) 1849-1849, 1849-10-24

the mass OF articles that crOwed The basn..
on her arm, placed i, in ths child. hand
saying
MAY be ,e would like that. me darlin,'
''Oh, Thank YOU thank you :" exciairnee
the child, raising her eyes. gushing viii
delighted surprise. "il is so long since
have seen a flower You are SO yer,
kind %
"Au' who wnuldn', be kind to YOU
aroo", ~id the angel looking out of y,
eyes, So like the one that once slept on my
own breast, and is now wd the blessed
Virgin in heaven1' said the Irish mother,
crossing herself. and pressing her hard
hand TO her bosom with mournful ges,.
ure, as she passed on.
To most Of my readers. whose lives have
been set round and garIan!ed with those
autographs of the DIVINITY blessed
fo~ers-it will be difficult to describe the
intense joy, the lovln. tenderness. with
which that CIR. gazed on those humble flow
ers. and pressed them 10 her lips and eyes;
or what chain Of associations they awoke
in her young mind. which reached from
earth to heaven. Ii seemed that these were
not all of JOY, for the glow Of delight which
had lit up her face faded slowly away, and
in its place came look Of patient sorrow
"a sorrow that gave 10 her features a
lhoughtfulness Of mature years.
| As she sa. thus busy with Memory, a
boy. OF some eight years, came rapidly
down the street, and. seeing that she did
not observe him, crept sleaI,hiIy along in
the deep shadow Of the cd walls, until he
stood behind her unperceived, and. clap
ping his little brown hands with delight as
he stopped TO kiss her. exclaimed
"Caughl! fairly caught asleep once,
Susie"
The little girl smiled. and. holding up
her flowers, said
"See, Willie, are they not beautiful r.
Then. in reply to his words of admira-
ton and inquiry, she went on to tell, out of
gratitude OF her heart. of the kindness Of
the world in general, and the fat Irish wo.
man in particular, as she manifested tow
ard her; then returning to the flowers, she
said.
Look here, Willie those two and ,ha,
blue one are just like the flower lha, grew
in our garden al. Woburne. DO you re-
member the viole,s and the blue periwinke
each side Of the gate, and the cIump Iiacs
al the end OF the alley, and-bul no, you
wero too small when We left 10 remember
Dear Woturne !" she aided, sadly. as If
touched by some mourniul recollection.
Mot the flowers, Susie, though | love
them well enough for their own sakes us
well 'or yours but do remember Or.
Murdock's big dog, Painter, and how he
USCl I'D Itt UIt IIut bll Ills ildCh. pul ut'u
be sad, SUSIE" he continued, noticing the !
shade on her face with the quick eye Of
affection "wheu ge to be man, " hich
will be before a thousand years." aud he
fairly rose two inches in hls--shoes, we
were about to sag, but can NOT, seeing that
his feet were bare, in his desire 10 convince |
her of the speedy ioI6Ipenl Of his words {;
I've will have another collage just like the
one al Woburne, with a garden and lois |
of flowers for. though don't remember
much about it, you can tell NE. and you
shall have little room to yourself, with
plants in i, as big as trees il you like"
She drew him down beside her. and pas
sing her hand over his mass Of brown hair,
said, with smile
"You are the best and kindes, brother in
the whole world, Wil!e.'
"An6 who wouldn', be Kind to you Su-
sic :" he replied, unconsciousy repeating
the words Of the Irish mother, Il could not
be otherwise il tried But come. let US
90 into the house and see mother"
"Nother has gone to carry home the
clothes she ha, been Washing" said Susie,
as she turned to reach behind Tor some
thing within the door.
':Never mind, Susie.' said her brother.
laying his hand on her arm,Iet me be your
cru'ch tonight. ! will be very steady. in
deed will"
She smiled. and as he carefully assisted
her to rise, it was easy to see why she. SO
small and childish-looking herself, should
have spoken to ,ha, well-developed boy oI
her older memory.
Her face, with its thoughtful look Of pa |
,ien, sorrow. might have been taken. as it
was, in truth, for the lace Of a girl Of
twelve summers, but her lower limbs were
small even to deformity. and one hip much
drawn from its place.
As they turned from The door, she cas-,