Eastern times. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1846-1857, 1851-09-11

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For the dear God who loveth us
He made and loveth all Coleridge.
am sure you love me, little Marian, .
Love you t-oh, so dearly.' And, as il
her childish words needed stronger confrma-
tion, she put her arms carelessly about his
neck, and laid her head upon his bosom. Her
face was very lovely as she looked up to him.
In all the winning truthfulness of an affection
ate heart. Large gray eyes, with lashes SC
long and deep as almost to give them sor-
rowful expression at times, and mouth now
smiling, and so disclosing small pearly teeth
and then the crimson lips would meet in pout.
ing fulness-
"As though a rose should shut,
And be bud again.
SO thought the student, as he bent down to re-
turn the fond caress, and mingled his darker
locks with the light floating cnrls that were
thrown back over his shoulder.
And will you ahoays love me, Mariam.'
'Oh, always
But when | am gone-for may not be
with you long and then, when you do not
see me every day, and you have other friends
who love you better, and can make you more
beautiful presents,'
She seemed to be panied, as if she under
stood the worldlness thus imputed to her,
young as she was.
But why must yon go' and where will
You go1 Home,'
Home All, no, my child have not had
home these many years
And then they were both silent for while !;
she pitying him because he had no home, and
he dwelling on thoughts and recollections
which the word had called up. The low
brown farm house where his boyish days were
passed, with the messy bank around the well
the little garden at the entrance of the orchard;
the orchard itself, white with blossoms at this
very season of the year. And then there was
the brook gurgling through the alder bushes,
and rejecting the tall spires of the crimson
cardinal the field lilly, that sprung up
among the rich grass. He seemed once mo re
to lie, an idle, careless boy, watching the
clouds floating lazily overhead, while the sum-
mer insects sang around him, and the wind
came gently to lift the hair from his sunburnt
forehead
This brought a recollection of his mother
kiss. Ii always seemed to him like the sum-
mer wind, so quiet, SO warm, so loving. Her
kiss and blessing, as she bent over his pillow,
and then she would kneel and pray SO earnest
ly for her son, her only child. How unlike
his father was that gentle woman He had
wondered at that even when boy. His
stern, rigid parent, who rarely smiled, and
made self-denial and never-ceasing labor his
religion, as though he felt the curse of Cain
ever upon his rugged fields. They were unit
ed only in one thing, their love for him, and
the jealous prayer, that he might be, like Sam
uel, called even in childhood 10 the service OF
the Temple. So they had dedicated him /; and
when he saw the grass springing upon their
graves in the churchyard, and took last look
upon that humble home, now passed into other
hands, he remembered this strong wish of the
hearts that had loved him 50, and were now
mouldering to dust beneath his feet.
But where are you going 2 said the child
who had been thinking of many other things
and had now returned to this new fear of part
ing.
Many, many hundred miles from this, Ma
riam, away from the busy city and its crowded
streets. Far off to the still woods, where
there are no church bells, and even no Sab
baths. | am going to the poor Indians, to
teach them where to look for the Great Spirit
they worship, and to the settlers of those west
ern islands, ruder still, and in darker igno-
rance. They scarcely know there is God l.
But they have the sky there, and the sun
and who do they think made them and the little
flowers in the grass. They could not make
the flowers
But they do not love the flowers and thu
sky as you do; they are blind "Eyes have
they and they see not; ears, but they do no
hear" So am going to them with God.
own word, that will speak more plainly tt
their hearts. Do you not think it will be
beautiful life'-and his sunken ewes glanced
with strange enthusiasm-'devoting every
power of soul and body to those benighted peo
pie, forgetting this life and its comforts an,
pleasures in the thoughts of that which is to
come ,-reaping the broad whitening harvest?
He forgot that he was speaking to child
And vet she seemed to understand him, a
least to feel that he was swayed by some nobi'
emotion; for she raised her head and hstenet
eagerly as if new life of thought was opeI
to her,
NAY, shall never have home on earth
parents, wife, children are not for me. | g
forth with neither purse nor scrip, following
our Divine Master shall not have where Il
lay my head. But his love constrains me; hi
will not desert his servant And his vocs
sank, as it were, TO thought of prayer, fol
the strength he would need in the arduous patti
he had chosen.
But you will be all alone and sick, anC
there will be no one to take care of YOU ther
perhaps you will die The look of sadness
we have spoken of came into the child's earn,
est eyes, as she laid her soft head against his
cheek, and wondered why he should choose tc
60 away from her.
We will not talk of this any longer, little
one. have made you 50 sad and grave. !