The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1854-07-29
AUNT KINDLY.

been SO long. that none remember 10 the con.
trary. HE little children love her she
heiPed their grandmother to bridal ornaments
sumo threc-score wears ago. Nav, this BOYS
grandfather found the way to COLLEGE lav
through her pocket Generations not her
own rise up and call her blessed TO this
mans father her patient toll gave the first
start IN HE. That great fortunc-wben j,
was seed, She carried it in her hand. That
"idc river OF reputation ran out Of the cu,,
her bounty filled Now she Is olI-,.rv old
ne littic Children, WHO cling about her, with
open mouth and great round eyes, wonder
that anybody should ever be so old or if
Aunt Kindly ever had mother to kiS, her
mon'h. To them she i, coc,a with :hc sun
anu Ike that, al institution OF the country.
At Christmas they think She is wife of st.
Nicholas himself. such an advent is there of
blessings from her hand.
Her hands are tlinhcr voice i;.cl,c-icr
back Is bent; She walks with >tal,'-thc l,.s,
''"'o o' 'he 'i'ree. She wears acal ol antique
P'''c'"' YET OF h'r "'n n'cc make. She has
9'c"' fouh" si'rctacic>. aud holds her book
away OH The other side %. the candle when
She reads. For More tlan .iNtv wears she
has been >iccia, pro,i,lcnrc to the family.
How She used TO 90 iO:th-thc very charity
Of t,oI-to >cc.i mud ',,..1 ,,J lr.s' II ,,
Industrious are her hands How .hoUn!:tu,
and witty that fertile mind. Her heart la,
gathered power to love in all the ci,!.v-,ix
years Of her toii>omc HE When the birth
angel came to a relate, house. She was there
to be the mothers mother: ah. mother also ia
the newborn ba'y'> SOUL An1 whcn ia,
wings of death Tapped in ;iic street, and Shook
a nci.h.orS door. she >nao-hrl down ,h.
pillow for the .ntin. hcaI: atI ,oo,h.d and
chccrc the >,iri. of the wajt;re man. o,rn-
inr tc curtains o. heaven. that l,,. n.ioh, look
through and see the Welcoming, face Of the
dear Infinite Father nav ,l,. nnt III. WINES
of her own >trol. ex,,.yicncc.l ,,;rfy under
him. and sou hit to bear him ~,
Now these things arr passed bv. No. they
are no; passed ty they are remembered in
the memory of the dear God. aud every ooo!
She has done is treasured in her own hear,
The bulb shuts M the summer in lis lrca,,
Stratum after stratum her good work are laid
M. imncrishab,c in the geology Of her ch,r.
a,.cr
I, is near noon now. She i, alone. Sic
has been thoughtful all !av. .talkiurInwarilv
TO herself. The family notice l. a.l >1y
nothing. In her chamber. from private
drawer. She takes a little ca>kct. AMI from
that book. gifted .cd and cla>pcd hut the
clasp Is worn. the gliding is old. the birding
faded !y long use. Her hands trcmllc AZ
She opens it. First She reals her own name.
on the ilv-lcat; only her Christian name.
Agnes and The date. SlNf. -ci.it wears
a." tins day. 1t was Written there. IN a clear.
."utii.us. c!crkv hand with 4 l.ti,c trcmhlc
III 1t. a. ii the heart beat over quick. 1t i
very wc.. worn IN" !ra" old Hiu.c. ltopcu~
of us own accord at the torrtccnfh charter Of
st. ,Ioiin. ThcT, is a li;t.r to!,!cl piece OF
paper there 1t touches Tie first verse and
The twenty seventh. She sees neither: She
reads both ont Of her soul: "Ict not thine
heart be troubled: We believe in God. believe
also in me- Peace leave with Won. NV
peace Give vou. Not as the world givc,h,
give unto vou." She opens the paper
There is a little brown dust in il: pcr!a,,s
the remnant of flower. She takes the prcc-
ions relic in her hand. made cold by emotion
She drops tear on it. and the dust is trans
figured before her ewes it is fresh rose of
the spring, not quite half blown. dewey fresh
She is old no longer
! 1t is not Amt Kindly now: it is sweet
Agnes. as the maiden of eighteen was EIGHT
and sixty wears aro one aav in Nav. when
all nature was woo>omc and winning. and cy
crv flower bell runr in the marriage of the
wear. Her lover had Just put that red rose
ofthc spring into her hand and the GOOD God
another in her cheek. not quite halt blown.
dewey fresh The Young mans arm is round
she feels his breath on her face. hi, check on
hers; their lips ioin. and like two morning
dew drors in that rose. their two loves rush
into ono Rut tbc voutb must wander to a
far land They will think of each other as
they look at northern star. She bids him