Litchfield enquirer. [volume] (Litchfield, Conn.) 1829-current, 1852-12-30
from little SiIverslring.]
Annie Lee.

On the banks of lovely river. in the
interior of the State of New York.
where the long. howery lawn sloped
gracefully down to the waters edge, and
sheltered beneath cluster of lofty and
spreading trees, with here and there II
mountain ash, showing its brilliant ber>
ries of red and its leaves OF delicate
green, there stood beautiful cottage,
which seemed to be the abode OF peace
and love. The blinds were partly cons
cealed by the running vines. which
climbed up over tho trellis, and grace>
fully hung, laden with flowers, where
the bee and the humming- bird often
made acquaintance in the soft music OF
their busy wings. In front, a tastefulIy
LAID out garden, where the fower.beds
were kept with the incest care. and well
filed with lovely plants. showed the skill
and industry of the inmates of the cot
tage. 1t was picture of natural and
rural loneliness, which attracted every
one who, passed by.
1t was here that Annie Lee, sweet
child OF about eight years OF age, found
a home. Her father she had never
known. having died when she was but a
prattling insan. !; and her mother had
been taken away by the hand OF death
when she was about seven years Of age.
Left thus alone in the world. she was
committed to the charge Of her uncle
and aunt, who resided in the beautiful
cottage, and became almost all to her
that father ami mother could be.
Annie had been blessed with pious
mother. Often had she taken her
daughter upon her knee, and as the sun
WAS sinking behind the western hills,
throwing its last tints up the blue vault.
taught her of The things of heaven--of
that brighter world, where there is no
need Of any sun. nor of any moon, nor
of stars, but where God and the Lamb
are the light Of the great city. and of
the eternal fields. In the tenderest
words. she taught her to pray for that
grace. and meekness, and love. and pu,
rity Of spirit, which should fit her, in a
lie Of holiness here, for the life Of sin
lessness and happiness hereafter. Teach
ing her the strains Of several beautiful
melodies. she impressed upon her mind
a number of hymns and sacred songs.
which Annie loved TO learn, and after
ward learned to love more than ever, for
the memory of her mother.
On the other side of the house, fol-
lowing path which led across the fields,
where little stream flowed gently into
the river. a quiet glen welcomed Annie
often to its peaceful shade; and there
she wandered. gathering wild flowers and
berries. weaving them into wreaths ard
bouquets for the vases of her pleasant
home. She would often spend long
time here. reading in her books. or think.
ing Of her mother aud the lessons she
taught her in her younger years. The
thought would wake up within her. and
the verse she had often heard her mother
repeat, "Oh, that had the wings Of q
dove. then would fly away and be a.
rest" would al hcr heart with feeling
Of sadness aud hope. OF loneliness, and
yet OF pleasure, In thinking OF the time
when sha should DO III heaven with he'
dear mother for ever.
Annie frequently sung the hymn which
commeIIces with the verse
"T'here 10 an hour when must die,
Nor do know how soon twill como
| A thousand children young 40
Are called W death 10 hear thslsde /"