Eastern times. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1846-1857, 1851-01-30

was another reason than that Twelve wears
ago, at that very same time'-He paused and
sighed deeply.
l'o on with your history said RosseI, in
soothing tone. This young lady feels an in
terest In your history, and may perhaps be able
to alleviate your sufferings'
oh, no, no. none can alleviate them -
cried ne. The agony now suffer is lust
| recompense Of my wickedness. Oh that bum
Ing kreutzer. He stopped, and seemed as if
iis'ering to some sound. Did you not hear
cry outside the windowt' he asked in a tone of
anguish oh that was just the way the poor
child cried out when l threw the burning mon
ey into her hand twelve years ago.!
lie had no sooner uttered these words than
cry escaped Veronica slips, and She turned
deadly pale. She felt as if she were suddenly
transported into the presence of the albright
eous Judge, and saw the commencement of the
great day of re;ributon
Is 1t posslble' she exclaimed, turning with
an anxious look towards her old master.
lie gazed upon her in return with look of
mingled sympathy and affection; and after
moments silence said, will you not crown the
work You have done this day by saying to this
repentent sinner, My brother be of good cheer:
forgive thee even as | hope myself To be one
day forgiven,'''
With tears in her eyes, Veronica placed one
hand within that Of her good old friend, whilst
she laid the other compassionately on the arm
Of the dying man.
kunkel,' said the chanter in solemn tone
here is the hand in which YOU once placed
that burning kreutzer; it now bestows upon
you free pardon. See, the wound is now
! healed
kunkel raised his head, and looked anxious
ly at Veronica. No. he exclaimed with a
groan; it is impossible that this fine lady can
be the little girl to whom was so cruel. You
are only mocking my misery
! Believe me- said Rossel, 8 it is indeed she.
Through Gods mercy your burning kreutzer
BECAME TO her golden mine Here is some
of lis produce And so saying, he laid a
handful Of money on the table, and adding
this is for you, and have more vet in store
for YOU
hunkel, with bewildered air, gazed alter
nately at the money upon the table, at his wife,
Veronica, and the chanter. At length he ex-
claimed, Oh how gladly would believe yon
but II cannot-it cannot be, Unless | were to
hear the lady repeat the very song that poor
child sung, | could not be convinced
! Veronica, IN half-suppressed, and softenet
voice, began the miners song. The mother
stood by in silence, listening to the celestia
sounds; the infants wailing was hushed The
dying man folded his hands upon his breast
and raised his dim, expiring ewes towards
heaven. This time Rossel could not join ii
the chorus; the sick man did in his place
and sung with earnest though falterino
VOICE, cheer up it seemed TO him in that
hour as though he heard the angels singing theil
song of JOY over repcntant sinner, and he was
comtorted. He no longer felt the burning
pain in his throat. He stretched ont his wear
led limbs, and fell asleep-it was the sleep OF
death.
The good chanter laid his hand in silent
blessing upon the marbls brow. and said, NO
longer, my son, do we need 10 say unto thee
Cheer up I"
After saying few words of comfort 10 the
poor widow, Veronica and the old schoolmas-
ter left together this house of sorrow, for they
knew that their felow-,ownsnen were await
ing their presence at the Banquet \ higher
Joy than any which this earth can give, although
il was 4 joy tnged with sadness, filled thcil
hearts. The scene they had just witnessed
had seemed 10 open another world to their gaze
And as glasses touched around the table, anC
kindly wishes circulated, they extended theil
wishes beyond this earth, even to meeting II
a brighter and better world And thus as the
miner, when he issues forth from the gloom,
depths of earth, welcomes the bright light O
day with the joyous chorus, Cheer up, brave
hearis-cheer up.' SO did the old chanter anc
his young pupil, as they thought of tha
brighter day which no night shall Interrupt
sing with thankful hearts, cheer up
Happy they who can do the same, Happ,
they who, like Veronica Madel have learned /,
overcome evil with good