Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1854-03-31

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'Ard he was drowned 2 asked
two. or three at once.
! do not know continued the
doctor, q he may be living yet, but |
fear that he has persisted. But, my
children, Mrs. Robinson is poor
While You are so cheerful and hap
Ply here in this comfortable house,
and this bleak cold night are gather
ed around this warm fire, think Of
Charley Robinson aud his moiher.-
Charley has had no Christmas there
is no New Years for him for his
father may be at the bottom Of the
sea. His mother is poor, and his lit
tic sister, | fear, must die. John J
Mrs Robinson has no money to pay
the doctor. Shall | stay at home to-
night?'
No, father exclaimed John, ca
gerry go and see her, and you may
take my half dollar
And mine, said Mary.
And my cake SAID Ellen.
And buy Charley a rocking horse
said Willie.
Come, children, said Mrs. War
ton, James shall load the hand sled
with wood, aud carry a blanke, and
quilt. Twill FIJI basket with some
Thing for supper, and perhaps we cun
make them comfortable
But Johnny asked the doctor,
why do yon stand still, while the
Others are so busy in getting some
thing for the poor family 2
| was thinking, father replied
Master Johnny, Of what we said
just now-ihut our Saviour oent a.
bo'd doing good aud that it woul1
be more like Him, il we could 90 as
well as send. Mayn'I 90, father 2
Certainly, my son.
And father, may I go 2 asked
Mary, placing her hands in her faith
er's, and giving most besceching
look.
'lt's bleak, cold night said the
doctor, most too cold for my
Mary, | fear; but ask your mother.
Mr. Warion hesiiated, but 1t was
onl y foi a moment. She knew that
Mary could be made comfortable for
short rde, and she was unwilling ia
lose so good an opportunity for tea-
ching her practical charity.
And now, while Mrs Warton and
the children are filling the large has
ket, and James, the hired man, is
loading the sled, aud Mary and John
are mufllIng themselves for the ride
we will go TO the other tireside.
Far out in the suburbs, on tho
open field. where the wind has full
sweep this dismal stormy night,
stands an old brown house, which
families who cannot afford to pay
rent, have one after another desert
ed, which would be tenaniless now,
but Mrs. Robinson can find no other
shelter. Within that house, little
boy is laying The las. stick upon the
! Fireplace and tear is trickling down
his cheek, which he quickly wip, S
away in the corner of the room is a
low bcdsiead, the covering Of which
once was good, bu. though clean, i:
ragged and worn now There lay
the sick girl !; and her mother, kneel-
ing at the bed side, was holding il
one hand those of her daughter. ano
with the other was pressing her fore
head. The wind roared without
aud as il swept toy the drifting snow
beat against tie ruthless windows
aud the Pickering flame from The
hearth was the only light in thai
dwelling.
She's dying, my darling is dying,
subbed the mother. And the boy
ran to the bedside. lie had tried {,
restrain his tears before, for fear o
grie,ing his mother, but he wep
bitterly now.
Sarah, my child, my darling she
almost shrieked, must you die now
and here in this cold, cold spot, ant
your father never see you again =
o. Heavenly Father, lei this cuI
pass from me but not my will, bu
thine be done !
A cold sweat was on the brow o
The little sufferer, but still her eye
were bright, aud fixed upon her par
ent, her lips moved, and she sale
mother
The sound Of sleigh bells wa
heard at the door.
Somebody is coming = SAT-
Charley, as he ran 10 the window.
lis il papa ? asked the dying girl
No, mol don't say il my child
said the mo,her, you are dying an
will meet papa in heaven
The door opened, and DR.. War
ton entered with Mary and JOIN
and the good pastor, Mr.. MILFORD, a
loaded with clothes and provisions,
Bless you! God bless your e'
claimed Mrs. Robinson, bless 20
for coming at this hour, my swe'
girl is dying
The doctor walked up to the bee
side and, taking her hand in his said
Il am afraid