Grand River times. [volume] (Grand Haven, Mich.) 1851-18??, 1852-09-01

ments, Mrs. Stone leaned her head on her hus-
bands shoulder and cried. Then, lifting her
eyes, and clasping her hands, she said, "Thy
will, oh LORD, be done!" and went and set down
calmly by Lizzies side, and watched her till she
slept.
The poor little girl remained sleeping most
of the next day. She would often wake and ask
for water; but she then seemed hardly to know
where she was, or who was with her. Her cous-
ins, Alice and Celia, came to see her. but she
did not recognize them, and they went away,
sobbing bitterly
Early in the night, however, she awoke and
seemed better She knew all about them, and
smiled on them, but said she must leave them,
and go to better world very soon. She told
her father that she wanted to hear him pray
once more; and Mr.. Stone knelt down by her
bedside, and asked God to take safely home the
little daughter He had given them, and thanked
Him for leaving her with them so long. Then
Lizzie said to her mother, "Will you just sing
me one verse of the hymn | love so much,
Jesus sought me!'" Her mother tried but she
could not for weeping, and Lizzie said, Never
mind-where am going, there is beautiful sing
ing. Yet it seems to me, shall hear no voice
so sweet as yours, mamma Why do you cry !?
Only think, mamma, if should live, now, how
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poor hunchback, and give great deal of trouble
and sorrow to you ali. Will mot be better to
bury up this crushed body, and let the pleasant
grass grow over t,and have new glorious body
such as the angels have!"
"As she spoke these words, shdAmiled and did
not weep; but when, afterwards, she asked for
faithful house-dog, and her pretty Maltese kit
ten, and they were brought her, she burst into
tears. "Good.bye, old Bose! goodbye, Kit
ty!" she said. 81 cry, mamma, to part from
these because l never, never shall see them
again for they have no souls, poor things But
you and papa will come to Heaven before ma
ny years, and you, too, brothers, if you are good
boys"
A little while after this, she said, "Georgie,
give my love to Alice and Celia, and tell them
am glad | kissed them so many times last night.
Eddie-take care of my flowers; and boys don't
miss me too much in your play
After lying very quiet for some moments, she
spoke, and said:
Mamma, are the shutters open, and has the
morning come very brightly?"
"No, my daughter" her mother answered, 1T
is still dark night"
"Oh, then," said Lizzie, Z" it must be the WIN
dows of Gods beautiful palace | see, with the
pleasant light shining through. | am almost
there! Goodbye, mamma and papa; and BROTH
ers, good -bye?" And, with smile spread over
her face, Lizzie stretched out her arms, looked
upward, and so died
When Lizzie lay in her coffin, that smile was
on her sweet face still-brighter and purer than
the white roses that lay upon her pillow-and
Mrs. Stone tried not to let her tears fall upon it !;
for she said, God has taken back little angel,
He lent to me for few years, and why should
| weep for my happy, happy child!"
FEMALE SocIETY.-No society is more prof
table, because none more refining and provo
cative of virtue, than that of refined and sem
sible woman. God enshrined peculiar good
ness in the form of a woman, that her beauty
might win, her gentle voice invite, and the de-
sire of her favor persuade mems souls to leave
the paths Of sinful strife for the ways of pleas
antness and peace. But when woman falls
from her blest eminence, and sinks the guardian
and the cherisher of pure and rational enjoy
ment, into the vain coquette and flattered idol
ater of fashion, she is unworthy of an honorable
mans admiration. Beauty is then but at best,
No. -a s,r pretty playthng,
We honor the chivalrous Difference which is
paid in our land to women. 1t proves that our
men. know how to respect virtue and pure affec-
tiOn, and that our women are worthy of such
respect. Yet women should be something
more than mere women to win Us to their So
ciety. To be our companions, they should be
fitted to be our friends 10 rule our hearts they
should be deserving the appreciation of our
minds. There are many such and that there
are not more, is rather the fault of our own sex
than their own and despite all the unmanly
scandals that have been thrown upon them, in
prose and verse, they would rather share in the
rational conversation of men of sense, than listen
to the silly compliments Of fools; and 4 man
dshonors them as well as disgraces himself
when he seeks their circle for idle pastimes, and
not for the improvement Of his mind and the
elevation of bis soul.
"Diseases are various" said Mrs. Partington
as she returned from street door conversation
with DR.. Bolus. The doctor tells me that poor
old Mrs. Haze has got two buckles on her lungs
1t is dreadful to think of, declare. The dis
ease is so various one way we hear of peoples
often dying of hermitage of the lungs, another
way of the brown creatures; here they tell us
of the elementary canal being out Of order. and
there, about tonsors of the throat; here we hear
of neurology in the head, there, of an embargo
one side of men being killed by getting pound
of tough beef in the sarcofagus, and there, anoth
er kills himself by discovering his Jocular vein