The Democratic sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1852-1853, 1853-02-16
TIE YOUNG PREACHER.

We were sitting together in the quiet par
lur at OakwCod Farm-Mr. and Mrs. Ray.
and Elio. and |.
EIiost was reading aloud, but | doubt
whether one of his listeners. could have loiI
the subject of the book, or the name Of il>
author. Mr. Ray sat, rs was his custom,
with his hat on, though now it WAS drawn
ir.Glhcr over his eyes jhan usual. lie was
leaning back in his chair, with his hands
claSpc before him, and his thumbs working
restIrssIY over and over each o,her--aud,
could it be possible? yes; thero was mols.
ture guthtging over his eyes; great hail
tornl~d tears, arlel be1ca'h the lids, huj
were quickly I"ccd back again. II could
not be ,haGn ne wts aL:c.ed by whA1 his son
was re1In5' Tor l1HIot was Sm'inS Il. me
sentiment II i'ps had just tNF'%'sca' Aod
hIS moIhcl-,he mad been N"i,thS, but her
work was yln9 IDLY II her LAP he: eioo"
res eI nfon the table cIose oy hIt'ottS hnn1,
her check lay IN hef uP''Ncd PAM ana sue
was 9az'ng' VAN moist eyes 100, INA upon
L'Lotts IAcr.-IefAapS lie lhoH0EI she WAS
lis tHlnS TO hIm and drinking ia The oeautl-
.u sentiments th"t hoWed IKE music from
hls lipS' But kne" she was MOI neither
WAS his IAther, neither was l.
We were al! thinking ot to mNFTo@. i MS
was Saturday hight "hd 's-moi'o" LlIlo.
was u stand Tor Ihe Erat ilme III I"c sacred
ueSA TO SPEAK o! me o"'lof an" o' S@IFa''oA
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''o''a "'s I"'i'o ''''.eI |,'@'' 't,.,
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lie A"a prepared himself !oF '"e h'I"'Ty
by close ana careful S'H1y' "'' natural Io't
OF reading nae! maze h'hi "'q"'H'eu "''"
thc best speakers o! "nHich' ",1 in''-' !, III
''meS' ana yet ms 1'lGnIS pteoo'ed ms t"'I,
uFe' E,Iio', 100, haA ms i""F1' nc h"V
Oeen tNlAln9 win n! mo'nef ABOUT IT, ana
she, haa encoHra9ed h'n "'th "oFI' OF nope
while, lear ana trembling Were IN her heaF''
rIhlAE OF the S"crednt"S oI your mission
Elliott she s"l", 'thlnN hoI OF your own
Weakness OH' OF MN WHO mas S''4, IS
thy day so snail my Stfeh8,h oe' bn' 90
not dwell TOO much on 'hc morrow nov nov
Iou are too much e1cIied~re"d "omG'h'N9'
that VIII CAIN you--'t "'!l 40 us ~ g1'N2
let us lor9eC lhaI Io-mofIo" - N'o'e H'FH
any other day
And Elliott had fors ctten it, apparently,
fol- his eye kindIed as he glanced along the
lines, keeping time with the rapidly moving
melody Of his lips, and now and then c
smiled or raised his hand imPressiyeIy, as
scme new OF startling idea was presented -
But his father had not forgotten, else why
that solemn. look SO seldom seen on his jolly
face, and why did his thumbs perform such
rapid and untiring revolutions over each
other, as they always did when deep or un-
usual emotions were struggling in his great
heart? His mother had not forgotten it, rs
the love that filled, her swimming eyes, and
the fear that paled her cheek could witness
And |, as | watched the changing emotions,