Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1855-05-23
C.guite 'gHiteratnre.
From he American Union.
POWER OF KINDNESS
By NELLY NETTLE.

- SVusln nelly, what maue you cry so
wnen you heard that lady and gentleman
say food bye little girl, to Callie Wren?"
Well BERTHE, do you wish to know very
Yes, and I'll get little chair, and sit
yeslde you, while you tell me- And my
attle faxen-haired blue.cyed six year old
COUSIN Bertha Morley, drew her chair close
Z, " mlne, aud lacked Eveinthefsce, 5eaeeh /
as to1say begin
Fst let me ask you question, do you
KnowSEhat pet names arc Bertio?"
l guess do, when you call me fairy
that's pet name, and when you call Cas-
sic gipscy' that's another pet name but
what long one Henry Hill has, the Sec
ond embodiment of papa"
Well, Bertha, / see you know what /
mean, so now I'll tell you.-Once good
while ago | was little like you, and like
you, Bertie, | had sweet mamma, a good
papa, two little sisters, and three brothers,
aud had home too, such pretty cot
tage home; fruit, and forest trees, almost
hid the cottage from view flowers, beaut-
full flowers, both wild and cultivated, bloom
ed around il; the blue river, and the tiny
birds, made music all the day long. When
| gent to school, or went to see my play.
mates, my dear mother used to put the
hair back from my forehead with her gen.
tle hand, and she would kiss me, and say
Good bye little girl And when I went
Az bed at night, she would kiss me, and
ke my little hands in hers, and then she
tould teach me to pray, and after | had re-
hated the Lords prayer after her, she
Guild ask God to bless her little girl.
r. So passed the time away merrily run
river on, gaily still the birds sung,
sketly still the flowers bloomed, till was
fdFteen years old and / was happy, SO
hApy, no care, no strife.
\ Hone day, consumption came she threw
\ ovei my darling, her mantle we never
knew when she came, but we knew she had
ooen, 'or my mother began to look more
am more beautiful.
l never saw my mother so beautiful.
but ali ne, little did think that the ST.
= lent, and unseen haud of that syren con-
pNons was only painting her for the
Yet daily red, and redder still, grew
on her cheek, white, and winter,
= Ry-1aatAer-Hitb-h hopes
ling her with fears, until
sL ahu 1nenS the coquetish consump
cue was s'Fith death, who bore hel
""ay ttT, iroY dressed my dead mother il
Ihezzid her away to wait for Gabriel
"nL'e' Chat, every thing seemed all darl
A,ry to me-'tis true, the flower
a.iI aHg med, the birds still sung, the rive
ssH sT .Sinued to pass on but my moth
eEa..Aot there to see nor hear them.
wv father brought a new mother t
no But it seemed as though she did no
n co{much for us she never smiled on u
li4 our own mother, she never called u
nHnames, as she used to, by degrees m
fker grew TO be severe, and after littl
v6le that beautiful home, with its birC
al flowers, and running river, passe
,say from me, even as my sweet motht
I'D done.
uThen came toll, and want and priv
hon. then came care, and strife; toll, toi
Toll. nothing but toll, from Monday NOR
tin Saturday eve. No loving smiles no1
no fond caresses, no gentle hand now to p
back the hair from my aching brow,
voice of affection now, to say, God bic
my little girl when | went to rest wea
from care, and toll. >.
Dark and darker it grew until my i
seemed one continued night, until one d
an angel came"
q In angel, a real angel y and Bertic
eyes opened wide
eyes, BERTHE, real angel you can
an angel, so can |, so every one, for to b'
real angel, is only to do as much good
others as we can, and being ourselves
GOOD as we know how to be. Well, a:
said an angel came, he talked to me che
fully he pointed me to another path,
told me Of the dangers of the path v
in. Of the fate of those who had follow
the bath was fast treading, he told me
the beauties of the path he wished me
follow-the road of conteutment, of go
ness. of purity, and Of truth; kindly
talkod to me, smiling sweetly all the VIII
Then again it was light, thought Of
bv.cone hours when | was little child
rSmbled again over hill and dell, | lister
n sweet music made by tiny birds, | Ga
cred again the sWeet uoMei9J " 'i'N AA''
of the river, all, all these came to mi
while he was talking, and resolved to
low the better path, to be contented
what the Giver Of all things should do
me, and from that time forth never to
UP in depair.
nOne time, he came to see me,
when he went away, he put his hand
nv head, smoothed back my hair, XII
nv forehead, and said good bye !
Girl lust as she used to say it; and t
Bertie, it was all light again; little
oh what magic there was, to me, IN t
two little words. / was called, little
again, and was happy"
l /" Oh, wasn't he good, don't you
him Nelly? Ido Will you tell me W
he is? when get big I'll write him
letter. and III call him angel, in it, 4
n GOOD net name. When did you see
"Oh, have not seen him for
while, he is now across the broad blue
lantic.
"And is it dark now, Nelly"
~ IA I" No, for once in great while, l.
NJ nm him, by a friend of his, and l k
there is one who thinks kindly O