Carroll free press. [volume] (Carrollton [Ohio]) 1834-1861, 1849-05-11

= Where is that radiant shore!
Shall we not seek it and weep no more!"
MEs. HEMANs.
| sat alone in my school-room. The busy
beings who had been about me all day had ia
ken their dinner baskets on their arms and trud-
ged oil over the bill in the path which led to
their several homes.
My desk was slrewed over wilh wilhered wild
flowers. Somewere offerings of inGanle hands,
while others had been brought in BY the Bolani-
cal class. had dwelt for longer time that
night than ! was wont upon the beauty of the
vegetable world, and the goodness and wisdom
of lis Creator. lspread before them the beau
utully tinted corolla Of the field lily, and show
ed them lis thread-like slamcns with golden
anihers, and its curious nstiIs. From another
wild flower, | drew the delicate and nicely
noIchcd calyx; and explained 10 them its vari-
Gus uses; and asked if man, with all his boast
ed powers, had ever planned or executed any.
thing one.haIf as lovely.
! turned over the pages Of Gods holy word
and read description Of the riches of Solo.
mon, sand yet" continued, "in 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 fiowrrwhich we crush under our feet
at almost every step, should We not be humble!
A trealhess interest pervaded the little group.
and their voices were more subdued than usual,
when they came TO wish me "good ngh,''
After the echo Of their footsteps had died A.
way, and the room had become silent, | opened
book aud began to read. Soon nv attention
was arrested by quick, light step, and iule
girl Of fve' summers slid in beside me. Her
little pale, sweet face was turned up toward me,
while her sun-bonnet had fallen back, looslng
the dark brown curlS which slraved in rich pro-
fusion around her face and neck.
81 thought Frances had gone homel" said |;
as lifted her 10 a scat beside me. sis she not
afraid her mother will be anxious about her!"
81 thought Miss Barber would tell me more
about God and the beautiful flowers" she repli-
ed, "and have come back 10 hear"
She had gathered bunch of buttercups; and
| took them from her little hand, aud told her
again OF their curious structure. Ispoke to her
Of that most beautiful Of Gods creation, the
moss rose, and said lhai he had placed the Mag
nolia Grandiaora upon the earth, 10 render il
more lovely-more like Hearen.
She caught the idea with enthusiasm. "Will
there be flowers in Heaven!" she asked.
"Fhere will be every thing bright and beauti-
(ul there" replied, sand if flowers can add
any thing to the beauty of the golden courts,
we shall surely find them there"
"O," said she, al hope the angels will wear
wreaths Of them; am sure.I shall love beuer
10 look upon them, and to hear them sing"
These were among her last words as parted
from her that evening. The next day Frances
was not in her seat. enqulred for her, and
they told me she was ill. never saw her a
gain. A few days after her coffin passed my
window; covered with black pail. and followed
by train Of nlourners. | watched them until
they disappeared in the circutous road than led
10 the village grave yard, and then turned with
sigh aud said-"YEs, FRANCES, THERE ARE FLOW
ERs IN HEAVEN, FOR YOU ARE THERE"