Kenosha tribune and telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1855-1855, 1855-05-17
Kate and Ellen.
1t a difference there is in childrenp

/ was on my way TO Brooklyn, with my
little cousins, Kate and Ellen. Soon after W,
were seated in the omnibus. poor woman
entered, first lifting in little girl, and ther
leading little boy, whom we soon discov
cred to be blind. He was about four year:
old, with soft blue eyes, into which, alas, the
gladlightentered not, issister, someyear:
older, was bright, merry looking girl. /
was very pleasant to see her care for her 1T
tie blind brother.
The woman seated herself with her little
boy in her lap, and the little girl by her side,
between herself and my little friend, Kate
Now Kate was very nicely dressed as she
very we'll knew. The poor little girl, as she
sat down could not very easily avoid sitting
on Hates cloak. My little lady drew herself
up very haughtily, and snatched her cloak
away, as if it was too nice to be touched by
'beggar, as she called the child. Ny at
tention was arrested BY this movement, and
l watched Kate closely. Not look did she
give the little group, after the first glance Of
curiosity. She was the daughter of Mr.. EN-
mons, and lived in beautiful house, and had
on velvet cloak and white satin hat aud
nice chin-chila, at which she glanced with
evident complacency.
There are some little faces which are written
oil over with satin hats and velvet cloaks,
which make one forget all about such things.
Kate moved away rs faras possible from her
little neighbor, and what she tho't about
cannot tell, but she looked as if she was
thinking, Il am altogether above having
anything to do with YOU
Ellen was sittingnext to her sister. SO that
| saw both. was interested in watching the
changes in her face. Her first glance at the
poor children settled into a look of tender
interest.
cousin Mary. that little boy is blnd!'
1t was not long before she was exchanging
smiles with his sister, whose bright, blue
eyes shone with delight.
Ellen had a beautiful bunch ofroses from
the greenhouse, which she was carrying to
her little cousin Jane. | noticed her repeat
ed chances at it; at last with a sudden res
olution, she whispered to me:
Cousin Mary, wouldn't you give your
roses to that little boy? you know Jennie can
have some any time
Certainly, dear, if you wish to-
So Ellen slipped down from her seat, and
carefully placed her beautiful and fra
grant flowers in the hand of the little boy
His sister said TO him:
"A lady gives you the flowers, Willy
How pleased and happy he looked! ard
how sweetly he said:
Thank you'
He could not see their delicate colors, bui
he had not always been blind, as learned
from his mother, and the sweet fragrance
brought back the memory of their beauty
And wasnot Ellen happy too? TWAS some
thing Kate could not understand. If Ellen
had received beautiful roses or kind looks,
they would not have made her half so hap
Ply as she always was when she thought OF
of those poor children.
My little sunbeam, called her. for like
sunbeams her feelings went out gladdcning,
frightening, beautifving all around her, so
that she found gladness and beauty every
where, not knowing how much of it came
from her own loving heart.
THE Snow OF Active have Just stun
bled upon the following pretty piece of mo
sale lying amid multitude of those less at
tractive: 'No snow falls lighter than the
snow of age; but none is heavier, for it new,
er melts."
The figure is by no means novel, but the
closing part of the sentence is new as well
as emphatic. The scripture represents age
by the almond tree, which bears blossom.
of the purest white.
The almond tree shall flourish the head
shall be hoary. Dickens says of one of his
character, whose hair is turning gray, that
it looks as if time had lightly splashed its
SHOWS upon it in passing.
1T never mclts'--no, never. Age is mex
orable; its wheels must move onward-they
know not any retrogade movement The
old man may sit and sing, i would were
a boy again, but he grows old as he sings.
He may read of the elixir of youth, but he
cannot find it; he may sigh for the secret OF
the alchemy, which is able to make him
young again, but signing brings it not He
may gaze.backward with an eye Of longing
upon the rosy schemes of early years, but
as one who gazes on his home from the
deck Of departing ship, every moment
carrying him further and further away
Poor old man! he has little more TO do than
die.
cit never melts!' The snow Of winter
comes and sheds its white blossoms upon
the valleys and mountain, but soon the
sweet spring follows and smiles it all away.
Not so with that upon the brow of the tot
tering veteran; there is no spring whose
warmth can penetrate its eternal frost 1t
came to stay; its single flake fell unnoticed
and now it is drilled there. We shall see
it increase, until we lay the old man in his
prave-there it shall be absorbed BY the
eternal darkness, for there is no age in hea-
ven.
Yet why speak ofase in a mournful strain;
1t is beautiful. honorable, and eloquent
Should we sigh at the proximity of death,
when life and the world are so full of emp
tiuess? Let the old exult, because they are
old; if any must weep, let it be the young
at the long succession of cares that are be-
fore them.
DECIDED Observation-Disclosures to
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