Martinsburg gazette. [volume] (Martinsburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1833-1855, 1854-05-03

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The poor, sick man. sald the wondering
child, cut here 10 the bet sun asleep. It's
too bad, too bad How sorry bis folks
would be if they ouly knew whore be was. -
He must have been going to tho doctors
for be has bottle and piper. and gacss
lie was 50 weak be couldh'i get there, apd
fell down. The poor, sick nan how | mish
/ could make bin well 60
She looked awhile, aud illen bcsitatineiy
approached him, and sat down beside bin.
She took out her handkerchief and wiped
away the great drops that lad gathered on
bis brow, and then famed him With that soft,
delicate motion which we Eve to tho dying
friend And all the time tears we're stream
Jog down her checks aud shcswa wailing
With hushed voice but sobbing heart over
bis lonely lot. She was wonderiugif be had
wife and little children-and if they knew
how sick be was; and she wished be would
wake up and tell her where they lived that
she might bring them there.
| A long while she sat therr, a patient
thoughtful watcher, only once she ceased the
cooling breeze it was to foh her little
hands as she had been taught. and breathe
over him childish prayer. That prayer.
The angels hushcd their harps to listen, and
there was JOY in heaven
At length the sick man turned aud tossed
az though his sleep was mostly ever. Poor
man, said the little nurse, poor nan, you'll
be sore and stiff I'm sfraid sleeping SO
long on the ground. when it rainea only last
night. Poor man, how sorry am fer you.
But now her little cheek is laid close to his
bloated face for bis lips murmur and she
would hear his words. Broken, indistiuct
ones they are at first. but then audiuls and
pleading.
Just one glass more; one, one, only one
I'm dying for it; give, give one more !;
only ONE
He's begging for water sobhed sic, as
she raised her damp face. He's dreaming
and thinks they wont give it to him. @. if
only had some it's so hard to want
a drink of water and not to have it, Hero
her eye rested on the broken bottle, ahd a
happy thought struck her She carefully
unclaspel his hand and seized the dark glass
end FASTENED to tho pond y: ri,i huil
some; it viii be better than uopc Fad she
as she dipped it in and bore away the cool
Ing, life giving draught She poured few
drops on his parched lips, and then layed bis
hot forehead and burning cheeks. That
water, that dew Of human love, dipped
through bis life pores and down to lis very
soul. 1t broke the stupor that palsied bis
6erces lie opened bis heavy eye lids and
gazed, drst vaeaatly. then wonderingly about
him
Do you feel better p whispered the little
girl, in tones low and sweet as the cradle
hymn of a mother; do you feel any better
I'm sorry for you
| Better, BETTER murmured be- yes feel
better But where am ? what am !
lay down in he'll devil tramrlipg upon me
and over me, and awake up ia heaven, an
angel watching over me. Amt you an an
| gel amt in heaven 2 And be seized her
hand .convulsively.
Don't say such naughty words. said she;
don't sir, you scare me. No, Amt ar an
eel, nor you amt in heaven You are out
here on The common found you here
asleep in tile sun and was so sorry for you
| sat down and took care Of you, | am moth
Jag but a little girl Shall l give you some
more water. and she bell the broken bottle
to bis lips.
Water. water. yes. give nc some =
Water from an angels hand may save my
soul And be drank. and then sat up and
looked around and at the little one beside him
Little angel, little angel said be there
is hope for me yet; hope for nc Heaven
sent you to save me. Bless you. bless you,
little angelo
But amt little angel said she art
lessly : | am only little girl. Feel of my
hand; you couldn't touch me il | was ar
angel. And see, baint got no wings
either But he only said, Little angel
liitle angel aud lay bis head in her lap and
wept
Poor man, said she. as she bathed bis
bot temples and flushed cheeks; poor sick
man, In sorry for you. Haint you got any
bone? He answered not but only sobbed
the louder.
By-and by he looked up and said tc
the plying child, Little angel can you
pray
Yes, sir, can. Ipraycd for you while