Burlington free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1827-1865, 1853-01-21


Ian't much chance of their being paid, They
tell us to go to tho dispensarv physician, but
when Wo get too i'll to go to them, we goner-
als go to the grave next.
But have you had no help, all this time 2
again asked LILLIAN, almost appalled,.
'Thc neighbors have been very kind, and
give all they could, but they are most as poor
as us was The reply.
Thornton, during this conversation, had sen:
tho boy for physician for the mo'hcr, and
taking bill from his pocket book, had ordered
him to procure whatever he wanted from the
grocer's.
After slipping some money into the hand Of
the sick woman. Lillian rose to 90, promising
to call tho next morning.
isn't it HORRIBLE SAID she, when they got in
to to the street, TO her companion, who seemed
buried in thought, isn't it horrible to think hat
little child should die from want IN such a
great city Z:
4 never before realized it myself replied
Thornton. have always wrapped myself up
so IN my own comforts, that the cold winds OF
poverty could not pierce them
As he spon", he again fell into thought, for
Lillian Floyd had unconsclously, by her bcncv-
oIcncc that night, sown seeds that were here
after to bring forth fruits for the great harvest
Of eternity.
Mrs, Floyd scolded her niece in lady-likc
manner, for running home with all the beggars
who might choose to impose upon her. and af-
ter hearing l.llian's story, said that she would
order the housekceper to put up some WINE and
other things, and send them by a servant, but
that 1t was not proper for her to 90 there again.
Harriet laughed contemptuously and somewhat
spteiuily, and 5 lid it was q pcw way to create
an interest in the heart of fashionable gentle
man.
Notwithstanding these insinuations. Lillian
was early with the bereaved mother on Christ
mas morning. She now thought the coarse,
hard featured woman. whom she had seen the
night before, absolutely beautiful, when she
discovered that the little grave dress had been
purchased from her own hard earnings, and saw
her place the stltlencd form of the dead child
IN the coffin with such mothcry tenderness. and
drop great tears on the waxen iingures when
she crossed the little hands.
Oh! death, and povcry, and sorrow, that
come in such terrible gulses, how lit do we
Know, when we t'cmble at their presence, that
we are entertaining angels unawarcs.
The little coffin had been borne away, and
the poor mother lay on the bed in all the agony
OF lnconsolable gric'.
An old worn Bible was on the mantel-shclf
ana Lillian, who had determined TO stay till the
nei9hbor' should retnrn took 1t down and com
mcnccd reading.
'>uiier little children to CONF unto me and
lorbli them not, for Of such is the kngdom of
Heaven
And then she turned to the fifteenth chapter
OF corinthians. Gradually the sobs from the
bed became less frequent and lond, while in a
low, revcrcntal tone, that gradually rose to
one OF exuItlng, Lillian read OH
so when this corruptlblc shall have put on
interruption, and this mortal shall have put on
then shall be brought to pass the
sayings that is written, death is swallowed up
n victory. o. death, where is thy sting: Oh
grave. where is thy victory y
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'"a 'i'"Ne me goou' 80.
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"u "H" 'T'u "er tllt ne procured more com
"'lno;o .,,;'' Iqiglnga Tor her Pro'ege and more
UCra''Fe 5ltH Hl'ich Tor hcr son.