The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1849-03-31
FLOWERS I'M HEAVEN,
"-Where is that radiant shore?

SiaI! we not seek it and weep no rnorc?'
NRs IIEMANs
I sat alone in my school room. The
busy beings who had been about me all
day had taken their dinner baskets on
their arms, and travelled off over the
hill, in the path which led to tLer seve
raj homes
M, desk was >trewed over with wither
ed wild flowers. Some were offerings of
intantile hands while others had been
brough. in by the botanical class. had
dwelt for long time that nieht than
was wont upon the beauty OF ne vegeta
Bile world, and the goodness and wisdom
Of IT'S Creator. spread before them the
beautifully tinted corolla ofthe field lily
and showed them It's ,hread-lke stamcns
with golden anthers, and its curious pis
ills. From another wild flower | drew
the delicate and nicely no'ched calyx,
and explained to them its various uses,
and asked if man, with all his boasted
powers, had ever planned or executed
any thing half as lovely.
] turned over the pages of Goes holy
word, and read description of the rich
rs OF Solomon, Sand yet" | continued,
sin all his glory he was not arraveu like
one o! these" Ifit is. out of our power
TO make any thing as beautiful as thu little
flower which we crush under our feet
at almost every step, should we not be
humble!
A breatiless interest pervaded the
little group, and their voices were more
subdued than usual, when they came TO
wish me s'good night"
After The echo OF their Footsteps had died
away, and The room had become silent,
opened book and began 10 read. Soon
my al. enion was arrested " IA quick lch
steps, ard little or, OF ivo summers slid
in beside ne. Her liuIe, pale, swee, face,
was turned mp toward me, while her sun
bonnet had fallen back. looslng the dark
brown turls which slrayed i'll ric!! proiusion
arourI her face and neck.
81 thought Frances had gone homew D
said |, as lifted her TO seat beside me.
sis she not afraid her mother will anxious
about her!''
81 thought Miss Barber would tell me
more about God, and The beautiful flow
ers, she replied and have come back 10
hear >
She had gathered bunch of bu,,ercups,
and took Them flom her llule hand, and
told her again of,heir curious structure.
spoke to her ofthat mos, beautiful of Gods
creation. the moss rose, and said that He
had placed the Magnolia Grandiaara upon
the earth, 10 render it more lovely more
like Iieauen.
She cansht the ilea with enthusiasm.
"Wil there be flowers in Heaven!" she
asked.
"There will be everything bright and
beautiful there" replied, "and if flowers
can add anything to the beauty Of the gold
en- courts, we shall surely fad them there"
COL, "said she, IL hope the angels will
wear wrealhs of Them. | am sure shall love
better 10 look upon them, and hear tiem
sing!'
These were among her last words as
parted from her that evening. The next
day frances was moi IN her seat. inqui
red for her. and lhey told me she was not
well. | never saw her again. A few
weeks AFTER aercotn pas ed my windows,
covered with black pail and followed by
a train Of mourners. | watched them until
they disappeared in the circui,ous road that
led to the village grave yard, and lhenI
uned with a SCH, and saId-"Y Yes Frances
there are foarers in Heaven, for you are
tlcre"