Daily American telegraph., 1852-07-09

tempted to draw it to her bosom. GI shall be
quite well, grandfather, when summer comes.
for then | shall be where they neither hunger
nor thirst any more. think shall die, grand
father; have thought SO a long time; and
they will lay me by the side of grandmother's
grave, where we used to sit so often, on pleas
ant Sundays, last summer But shall not be
there grandfather the minister told me all
about it. He says shall be with Jesus Christ,
the Good Shepherd, who loves little children,
and that shall never be cold nor hungry nor
tired any more; and don't know how it is,
grandfather, but seem to see it all, sometimes,
just as Mr.. Geddes said. You won't grieye
much, will youf" she whispered" not very
much; for asked Mr.. Geddes about it, and
he said that in little whilo you would come
to me if you were good; and told him you
were good, grandfather-yery goodn
While the little one spoke, the old mans
wandering glance seemed to settle into one Of
calm intelligence, but it was only for mo-
ment; for now, with his gaunt hand passing
caressingly over her golden locks, he said, ca
gerly "Die! You are getting fidgety, little
Milly. It's no wonder - in this cold room,
where never a bit of sunshine comes; but old
folks die first See | have lived to be over
seventy. | don't see how that can be-" he went
on, musngly, "for was forty-four the day you
was born, Milly-we were both born the 10th
day of June and--you are SO little, child. |
can't make it out; but then my head gets
kinder confused sometimes. But we shall live
a good while yet, Milly You know what the
Doctor says about the warm weather; he
knows better than you. And who knows what
may turn up before that time2 We may get
back my property again" he added getting up
and walking the floor with excited steps; Eve
may be in our own house again, where the
meanest room was better than this-my fa-
theirs house--and then we'll see who will step
before my Milly. No, no, child; if we die, it
must be beneath our own roof in the very
room where we were born. It's strange how
slow these lawyers are! /" he said, musingly as,
almost exhausted by his vehemence, he again
sank into chair by her side. "It's more than
a year, think, sinceI spoke to Judge Kane
about it, and it is not settled yeti"
Little Milly sighed sadly, for she had often
paused in the shadow of Judge kane's grand
monument to gather butter-cups, and knew
that it had been raised above his grave many
years before she was born
He noticed her sigh, and, adjusting the bed
clothes around her, bade her 60 to sleep, while
with his cracked voice he crooned over her
snatches Of that hymn which had soothed his
own infancy and is even now sung by 30 many
sweet-voiced matrons through the length and
breadth of our land - Watts's Cradle Hymn.
And, en- paSsant let US say, friends, that
many times when, at eventde. those simple
words, murmured by well-beloved voice, to
the monotonous accompaniment OF the rock
ing cradle and the hum of the myriad insect
tribe, have reached us through the open win
dow, we have felt that we would rather have
written those simple lines than Coleridge's
magnificent hymn to Mont Blanc.
Mais d revenir. The little one drowsed
awhile uneasly, and then opened her eyes
with shpdder.
ooh, am so cold so very cold, GRANDPA
ther :" she moaned, while her shivering frame,
slight as was shook the bed. "Don't you
think they would let US have little fre-iust
little, grandfather 2"
The old man glanced wistfnlly towards the
rusty stove, which, by the Doctors orders, had
been placed in their room some days before
and the good man doubtless thought that his
little patient enjoyed the luxury Of fire.
But since the fret, which he built with his own
hands, had burnt down, there had been no
light in their stove for Sally Smart had de.
cded that people who lie in bed all day |" did
not need and what was more, shouldn't have
fire !" Poor woman she found her great fat
baby quite burden, since little Milly had
grown too feeble to carry it about, hour after
hour, on her NIP. Sally nad always acRnowl-
edged that Milly was good to take care of
children, and nothing else unless it were ato
sit with her eyes staring wide open at the
clouds, as if she expected to see the angels,
that she was always talking to the young ones
about, coming right down into her mouth; but
then she wasn't over-witted, any more than her
grandfather"
Well, poor Milly had need to think about
the angels for, sometimes, when Bill Smart
came home drunk and cursed, and swore, and
beat the children until his wifes strong hand
and sharp voice silenced him, she grew sorely
troubled, and wept, for fear that the angels,
which dear old Widow Wilson had told her so
much about before she died, would never come
to watch over her in place like that.
After poking over the dead white ashes
awhile, the old man made his way down stairs:
Few heard the request he made to Sally Smart,
so low and broken were his tones; but hers
were loud and short enough, and all compre-
hended when she said-''1f folks wanted to
warm em, they we're welcome to come to the
fire she shouldn't hinder 'em, nobody could
say that she ever had--she defed 'em to it-but
az to keeping separate fire. the selectmen had
given no orders, and she shouldn't do nothing
about it-so, there - a..
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