Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1854-10-11

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mono the cracking, glowing Goals. WITH q
scream Jenny snatched her from the ire and =
axt;nou;sked the flames that had already be-
can to nlay around her tender form. How
iino Ike a beast maddcned with pain, Clay
ION laGt tks cottage, and the screams of poor
Jenny brought the neighbors from the other
sid Of the creek. A surgeon was brought
and he examined and dressed the injuries OF
the child. Her arm was dislocated, her spine
injured and her body and limbs charred with
extensive burns. Long days and nights OF
tender nursing and good surgical sKil res
tored Carrie to a moderate degree OF heatth,
but she was for life q doomed and helpless
crinple. CLAYTON never entered MS mouse
oga;n-he went away, no one knew whittier.
The RIM demon had wrought his internal
mission n that home-the home altar was
Observation-Disclosures had fed-sorrow crushed
the once bIithesome heart-the sunlight OF
low no more glitter6d on the hearthstonc OF the
little cottage half hid among the cedars.
S;x veafsuassed away but Carrie grew no
more-she became dwarish, helpless and sad,
and she was spoken of in pity for miles
around as Carrie, the Cripple. Jenny,s con-
slant care was TO alleviate the wants ana SUI
ferines of her poor child, and many were the
comforts she denied herself that her little
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For hours she would sit by her and sing
sweet sougs OF a better and brighter land than
this. andsteA her of the good man of Calvary,
and of D - blessed little ehlly
and Of Che river that had to be crossed, and
of a pure and sunny Heaven where Angels
with golden wings and sylvan harps did love
TO sing. And the child loved to talk of the
bright land, and its flowers, and It's little
children, and its singing angels.
Many kind people came to see poor Carrie
and brought her many nice things, and the
good pastor came from the village to see her
and told her of Jesus, and the school chill
dren came time and again with sweet flow
ers and wove garlands for the poor Cripple's
brow and she smiled and thanked them, but
all the flowers they brought faded, and the
humble sufferer said she would go by and by
to the bright heaven where che flowers never
faded.
One Sabbath morning in May, Carrie called
her mother to her bedside and told her the
Angel had come and that she could stay no
longer. The heart-broken mother wept bit
terly, and who would not; for Carrie was her
all and her only comfort. A brighter day
never shoue the sun that forming rose in
all his splendor aud flooded sky and field
with his golden light, and his beams glintee
the meadow, the clear waters of the creek, tn
flowers, the cedartops, and stole in and dance(
about the chamber where the poor Crippl
Law. Aud the birds sat in the cedars AM
rose-bushes all the day long and sang thei
sweetest songs, until Carrie wondered ifther
were any birds, like her birds in the ceda
boughs, in the bright land to where she wa
. going. The day was q bright day to tn
q world without, but there were mourners an
T sorrow in the once happy home among th
a cedars.
The day passed away slowly, and the SUI
now Fastening to his setting, peeped in 6
e the western window and his bright beam
$ fingered gently on the pale face and golde
) locks of the dying child.
go! mother" said she, "the Angel say
she can wait no longer-do sing once mo-
before | go, the sweet song about
Sweet fields array'd in living green,
1. And rivers OF delight"
~ but the mothers heart was too full ar
le far too heavy to, sing then. so the little CHI
n dren from the Sunday School gather
around heAbed land sang che song throu;
p and througbN md when AhA4n pt they os ssp9 2sa that
Can reach JhaS healthful shore =
- And that
lie sickness and sorrow, pain and death,
to Are Selt and feared no more,"
~ Tue poor cripple capped her thin hands
~ gether, and smiled, and family whispered
he Peace"
As the last ray of the days sun stole
lently away, Carrie, the Cripple, wound /
e arms about her mothers neck and said,
Mother, The sun shines so brightly ther
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And her spirit went up with the Angel
- Carrie, the Cripple, has a little green gra
~ down in the vale below the white cottage h
u hid in the cedars, and in The boughs Of I
~ ~ tree that shades it, the " lid birds come eve
=, ~ spring time and build nests and sing tn,
-, day after day, all the day long.