Sunbury American. [volume] (Sunbury, Pa.) 1848-1879, 1855-06-09

who wooed her by false words TO a fearful
sim The child Of our old age. far away iron
haunts of early years, to spend the remainde
of our DAYS in struggle TO forget. We can
not forget but we have long since iorgave ay'
even before we heard she was dead. W,
have learned TO be happy, even with Oh,
memory Of trial ever before us. But We mis-
the hopes that were born with her. and We
would cherish you and your babe as we SHOULD
her and hers, had she come back ere she re
pented. as they told us. and died. .
The old mans voice was hushed. There
was no sound but that of sobs, save when the
babe cooed its little love song. a cry o.
agony burst from the white lips of the stran.
ger, as loosening the hands that held her, she
fell at the feet of those who had been SO true
IA cry. and then words.
Father! mother she did not die--she
lives ] am she-your Lizzie-your lost
found child =
Let the curtain drop. 1t is scene too
holy for any, but The sight of God ard an
Yes said the old grandmother 1T was
their long-lost. and as they thought, dead
Lizzie She herself had forged the story of
her death. TO secure herself in the sin she had
learned TO love. But, when after years of
wretchedness and crime. she became herself
when she felt upon her breast the touch of
pure and holy lips-then she became herself
again. and felt how much, how deeply she had
sinned. and she longed to have her babe nur-
tured as She had been. 1t was lang ere she
could escape from her sinful associates, but
she ut length succeeded and reached. as
have told you, her fathers house. She meant
TO conceal herself till they were asleep and
then leave the babe and go away for she
had no hope they would cherish her again
for, O, she was very vile But the cold was
so intense she dared not learo fc child. hut
was forced 70 Ike, p it to her breast; aud worn
and wearied with her long and tedious strug-
gle with the drifts, at length became bennmb-
ed, and could no longer still the cries of her
little one; and TINS was brought back TO love,
to home, to Christ, by the voice of the angel
on her heart
The old lady ceased her story. and there
was no word spoken for long while Then
the young maiden broke it, saying And what
became of them ALL a
The two aged parents lived near score Of
years, happy in the love of their restored
child, and in the caresses and tender care of
her little one. They lie buried in the old
church yard The grandchiId lived to be a
blessing to her mother for five and twenty
years then passed away, leaving little one
to make good her place. Motherless ere ii
had seen the face of her who gave it birth. ii
was fatherless ere the year was out Anoth-
er long pause.
Yes, it is haunted hearthstone. this
Those aged Christians, that beautiful youug
mother, that noble Father---they haunted it
not as did ghosts of olden times making it
wcaird spot for the heart but with such holy
memories that the hour spent in communion
with them seems like visit in the better
land
'ilearthstones are ever haunted. but few,
like this, have angels for their guests
The anniversary of that bleak winters
night came round. The fire burned as
brightly as before, the room was as warm and
rosy but the young girl kueelcd now before
the fire. There was no lap for her to rest her
head upon-the old arm chair was empty
The hearthstdne was haunted by another
sprit--a spirit that had Sinaed, suffered, and
been torgiren. t.H. ..i.t.. ''.t