Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1855-02-07
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CHAPTER XIV

The exciting, shifting course of events re-
quires US again to introduce the Jewess, and
her bright, blue-eyed, intelligent boy.
We LIFT them in a talk about the shaded val
ley Of death-the boy seated by the old family
harp, and looking up into his mothers face.
with strange, thoughtful gaze.
Since then-together, perhaps, with few
christian friends, many such like precious sea-
sons had been enjoyed-seasons of social con-
verse and praise. And the time had glided as
pleasantly and profitably away, as it could well
have done, under the circumstances,-the boy
rapidly progressing in knowledge, and the mo-
ther maturing fastly for the coming glories.
Residing in retired part of the city, at
long distance from the scenes of death and hor-
ror then going Land surrounded by the poor
er and less-noticed classes, the mother had
felt herself and boy hitherto quite secure. For
night or two past, however, small detach-
ments of soldiers had dashed past the door.
shouting their accustomed imprecations; and
sne mad, IN consequence, experienced no little
uneasiness in her lonely unprotected condition
Buther trust was in the God of Israel whose an
gel encampeth round about them tn at fear Him
not more TO her than many angels? Did he not
far excel all others in the maturity of his pow
erS' And was there not in his mild, soft blue
eyes something more than earthly Pa spir-
ituality, that pointed her to him as the special
gift of heaven, to cheer her widowed hours.
and throw bright sunshine all along the fu-
ture of her life. So she felt-thought and
as, betimes, sense of loneliness would steal
over her, or some distrustful fear fit across
her mind, look at the mystic eyes, or atouch
of the soft, curled hair, or kiss impressed on
the white, transparent cheek of her boy, would
instantly tranquilize her soul, and fill it with
strange, mysterious joy.
Then every spare moment found them to-
gether in the little ant-chamber,-the boy re-
clining in his dear mothers arms, and. look
ing up brightly in her face, making his inqui-
ries about the life to come; while hel hand res
ted delicately on his forehead. or her fingers
adjusted, with mothey's pride, his soft, curl
ing locks: or, they were often wont, they
would sing together some favorite Hymn of the
Christians, or some of the sweet songs of Isra-
ei.-the old harp never failing to do its part at
such times.-They are thus engaged at present, |
ana nave been for an hour or more. They had |
just oeen singing one of Israels splaintive songs
and the tears which it had drawn from the mo-
theirs eyes, are still fresh on her cheeks. 1t |
had awaked the fond memories of bther days, |
and recalled vividly TO her mind some sad
things in her nations history.
sol should like to sing that sweet song of
Israel again though l see it makes Won sad
mother" said the boy, hestatingly.
eyes, my child, it does, but love to sing
N'-more so now than ever, for / feel more for
my poor, dear people noio.''
In moment, the boys fingers were again
or the strings of the harp, and their voices RI
sing IN blended strains to heaven.
Wy yny tne rivers of Babylon, there we set down;
H; es; We wept, when remem bered Zion. Thereof |
Por hanged our harps the willows in the midst
ND .aey mat carried US captive, required of
.ney that wasted us. required of mirth, [song;
ing sing Vi one of the songs Of Zion .