The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1855-10-20

1t was very beautiful sacrod-lookins
place, that old Cathedral, those high Gothic
arches, sadcolored stone, now and then ting
ed with beautiful colors from the suns ravs
through The windows of manv-colored stain
ed glass. And the old carved oak pulpit,
black with age and the choir: and the very
high seats where Ange sat, all curiouslv carv-
ed, and some with such strange hohgohlin-
locking figures. so unreal. and vet so like.
that they seemed almost to move in the twi-
light; and AnCe would have been dreatlfullv
frightened, only that he knew where he was
and in whose service, ard he felt that no evil
power conll harm him so long as he put his
trust in his Lord and Master.
The sun was set its ravs still came through
m" stained glass. and rested irSt on one head
and then on another Of the bows in the choir:
and last OF all it came TO An"e'S head, and
then it went away altogether. and the church
grew darker, and the organ PLAYED solemn
and @rand music, and the oder of the incense
still rested on the air. And the church grew
darker and darker and the lirhts were lich-
ted IN different parts. bat they seemed to
burn very dmlv. and to make little aureolc~
round themselves, and leave every one else
N dlrknrS>-tho cathedral was too vast for
ANYTHING hr' the sun 70 ,ht it and Father
M''hnrin mounted into the pulpit TO preach
And Ansr. wcaricl with weeping and sor-
row, felt repose stealing over his troubled
little heart And NJ tried very hard 10 lis
ten TO what Father Ma'hurn was saving, anI
to keep his ewes wide open and fixed upon
him but he could not DO it. II seemed as
though two lca]cn weights were tied to his
ewes and then, when he did open them.
Father Ma'hnrn seemed to be spinning a.
bout. and his voice sounded more like the
huzXinT Of bees than Annr'> nativ" language.
The struggle lasted sometime. and Ancc rn'.-
be! his ewes aran and au,n hu. it was of
no use. and AT last the poor little head fell
upon his hrc ,>t. and Anrc fill fast a>,c"p
Guilaumc. who sat next Anrn. was tri>v
whispering to the boy next him. how his
hro'her'> regiment was ordered to Paris and
50 Jan won'd soc the hcantifnl queen. and
perhaps he made a captain bv her. for he
was a very handsome man. 50 the queen could
no, i,il 10 notice him. Gni'aumc though, an,.
Guilaume was in such hurry 70 run home
and TAX 20 Jean about it. that he never
thought of Angc: and indeed i, he had he
would have thourht that Ancr was ALREADY
zone home. for the arms Of the seat were 50
larEc. and 50 much carved. and Ancc had
sunk down much since he had fallen asleep.
that he did not look like little bow At all
but more like a heap of something left in the
choir that nobody felt inclined TO take any
notice Of
And Father Ms'hurin'S sermon was ended
and the lights were all pm, ont. and the poo
PIE left the church one hv one. and then ,he
last step was heard cchoinc through The LOT
" building; and then the >onnd of th,. or.a,
kew in the old lock. and the clink of re 9th
or KEYS on The same bunch. as the old vir,i,
fo. kcd the doors; and then a deep silence
ami little AnGe was still asleep in the choir
Still sleeping. softly. peacefully. innoccnt
". rs though he had been on the softc,t bee
of hown-a sleep that refreshed his weari
n,>s. and made him lo>r all though. of
trouble. First he slept in all unconscious
ness. every thought drowned in the world q,
sleep then came bcauti.u visions bctor,
him an angel so pure and beautiful, ther
/; was a liIht of glory around him. and As h
: drew nearer TO Angc, he seemed 10 bring a,
atmosphere of music with him: aud An"r
though he knew it was a spirit. felt no tca,
and then Ance in his dream fell upon hi
knees, and pravc,l that .Jeannett'S heart mich
be soitcnc1 toward him: that he mrht hsy
: strength to be good, and that there mi rht |,
G somebody to love him like mother. Thcr
V by the angels side, t.irt!v showed ont. was
II Ya'c, wan face, and frail. slender form. bea,
u iiiu. but sad. AMI in her arms. resting j,
Y head upon her shoulder lay beautiful chill,
is To these two mi>t-ikc figures the anr,
e pointed. and Ange cried. claspins his lit!
" hands together, still on his knees. and wi,
e tears Of hope and JOY stealing down h
o face.
!. "Oh, how wonll love her, angel is h
k not NV mother :"
J. And the figures faded away and the ann,
n came quite close to Ance and leant over him
is and then peace greater than before cam
t over him, and the sleep of unconsciousnc,
A returned.
Is What noise was that that started Ancc O,
/ of his sleep? How heavy old Jcannct,
e trod-she who always wore list shoes in III
d house, All Angc must have overslcr
l. himself, and Jeanette must have on her $;
10 bots to 90 to market. But that sound
d was key turning in lock and then. III
It sound Of huge heavy doors being throw
% open. "Where am 2" cried Ance. cettin
y up and rubbing his eyes: and then he stare
around him, first amazed and then achas
n In the cathedral he had slept all night--in ii,
$ cathedral And then came the terribl
n thought how old Jeanette would scold hin
n and how displeased Father Mathurin weuI
$ be. And then he sat down and cried, fairl
Is overPowered by his new trouble, dreadins
r. 90 home for fear Of old Jeanette. and n,