Burlington free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1827-1865, 1851-10-10

| in his book. Then he kept his sorrowfn eye
upon which he dropped n tear upon his recort
and blotted 1t out and both angels reioined.
TO the lookcr-on it seemed as if the traveller
did little which was worthy such careful record
Sometimes she did but bathe the weary feet
of her children, and the angel over the right
shoulder wrote it down. Sometimes she did
but wait pate ntlv to lure back some little trll-
ant who had taken a step IN the wrong direc-
ton, and the angel over the right shoulder
wrote it down. Sometimes, with her eyes
fixed upon the golden horizon, she became 50
intent upon her own progress as to let the lit
tie pilgrims at her side langnlsh or stray =
then it was the angel over her left shou der
who lifted her golden pen and made the entry
and followed her with sorrowing eyes, seeking
to blot it out. If, wishing to hasten on her
journey, she left the little ones behind, it
was the sorrowing angel who recorded her
progress
Now the observer felt, as she looked on,
that this was u faithful record, and was to be
kept to that journeys end. Those strong
clasps of gold on those golden books, also
impressed her with the belief that they were
to be sealed up for future opening. Her SYM
pahies were warmly excited for the traveller,
and with beating heart she qulckened her
steps that she might overtake her. and tell her
what she had seen, and enrcat her to be
watchful, and faithful and patient to the end,
in her lite's work for she had herself seen
that its results would be all known when
those golden books should be unclasped-
that she must not think any duty which it
fell in her way to do, trivial, for surely there
was an angel over her right shoulder or one
over her left, who would record all.
Eager to warn her of this, she gently touch
ed her. The traveller turned, AMI she recor-
nzed or seemed to ccognze-her@V! Start
led and alarmed, she awoke and found herself
in tears The grey light of moming strug-
glcd through the half open shutter, the door
was ajar, and merry faces were peeping in.
Nv ish you a happy new year, mamma-
wish you happy new year!
She returned the merry greeting heartily.
She seemed to have entered on new exist
ence-shc had found her way through the
mazes where she had been entangled, AMI
light was now about her path. The angel
over her right shoulder, whom she had seen in
her drecm had assured her that her life work
was bound up in that golden book, and its fl
nal results would be known-had assured her
what was duty. Now she saw plninv enough,
what she had not seen before, that while it was
right and important for her to cultivlte, as far
as she could her own mind and heart, it was
equally right and equally important for her to
perform faithfully all those little household
duties and cares on which the comfort and vir-
tue of her family depended-they had acquired
new dignity from the records of that golden
pen, and they could not be neglected without
danger
Sad thoughts and misgvings, and ungrati-
fed longing, seemed all to have taken their
flight with the old year; and it was with a
new resolution, and a cheerful hope, and hap
py heart, that she welcomed the NEW YEAR.