Lewisburg chronicle. [volume] (Lewisburg, Pa.) 1850-1859, 1852-12-03

We may remember conscience Oftener,
the monitor whose voice, if not the harl
tones, We are permitted to hear.
Over the couch of sleeping child, hov
cred its ministering angel. The Thoughts
of that bright visitant were upon the fu
ture destiny Of his charge, who slept IL
innocence beneath him Throug b the years
Of what might DC long life on earth, they
ran forward, and as deep shade as evel
rests upon an angels brow came over his,
while he remembered the sin and tempta-
ton through which this young immortal
must pass before he could enter the celes-
tial city. But, as if glad thoughts had
dispelled the sad, at once that cloud passed
away and were it permitted mortal ears
to hear the angels voice, the happy spirit
would have been heard to murmur, "This
child shall have guide through earth 5
trials and darkness, for over his head will
l place harp whose music shall fall upon
no ear but his own, and by it shall he judge
whether his life meets Heavens approval.
A smile played about the lips of the
sleeper, as if he were in pleasing dream
and he awoke.
1t was morning. A fond mother bent
over this same darling child. lie threw
his arms lovingly around her neck and
kissed her, and with his soft voice said,
" Now, mother, tell me again that morn
ing prayer you told me yesterday, for l
would thank our Father who has kept me
through the night But bark Are you
singing mother, or what is that music
hear?' "No, child, you hear no music,
unless it be the birds song; for they avoke
before you But she knew not that sweet
notes, intended only for that loved one,
had come from the invisible harp, and as
they soon ceased the child was satisfied to
inquire no farther.
He went out into the fields to play. A
butterfly fitted across his path. Merrily
he shouted as he ran after it, and so eager
was he in the pursuit tina: he had heard
not the low sad tones cf that invisible harp
which sounded again, until he caught the
frail, beautiful thing; but as unintention-
ally he crushed it in his little hand, he let
it fall at once to the ground, shapeless and
dead as it was, for he heard those notes
away on the breeze, mournfully. And
still they sounded as he took the crushed
insect into his hand, and smoothed its col
ored wings, and watched the shining dust
upon them; and tears fell as he saw he
could fy no more, and remembered he Kill
led it for childhood is not hard-hearted,
but weeps at death. "Did you hear mu-
sic?' he asked Of a playmate by his side,
"Only the hum Of the bees and the song
of the bird that just few by US" was the
answer. And the boy began to think the
harp music was meant only for him, for
he had often before this heard it when no
others did, though they were near and he
remembered now that it was sad only when
he was SHINING.
A poor beggar boy passed the door
While the boy asked him if he would not
rest, for he looked weary, and ran to bring
him bread, he heard the tones of joyous
music over him, aud then he knew that
heaven spoke approval of the deed in the
tones of the invisible harp.
Again he sported in the fields. Harsh
words we're spoken by playmate, and he
would have returned the same to him tha
spoke them, but the harp sent forth mourn
full notes, and how could he allow othel
than kind words to be spoken The friend:
were reconciled, and glad notes came II
him on the air for :" soft answer turnetl
away wrath and is not this heavenly
Years passed. He whom the minister
ing angel had been permitted to bless will
such monitor, had we'll learned that q
he acted good or i'll, so its notes sounded
Bitter trials were before him
The destroyer took one whom the youtl
had loved. a sister-the dear one Of hi
childhood-in whose existence was boun
up his own, was to be the victim. Sick
ness did its work, and no hand could say
her. The parting moment came. Sh
gave him last look of affection-a las
embrace-and died. In the depth of gris
he reproached his God that he was calle
to make sacrifice so trying. Oh, ho'
loud, and plaintive, and agonizing almos
seemed the harp tones then, until the strici
en- one bowed in submission, and implose
!, forgiveness, and there came a soothin
melody, breathing gently in his ear, " Go
doeth all things we'll"
Early manhood came. He who fro'
, childhood had been thus the angels car
had nearly finished his sojourn, and he Ia
, upon the bed of death. His own mini
tering angel still lowered oser him. The
E were soon to be united-the earth berl
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