Eastern times. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1846-1857, 1855-12-20

uuuersidhc IL now, ne SAID, speaking
with an effort, this is my chld's child-my
Edith's Edith-the woman, the mother, where
is she,
Already slender female form was kneel-
ing at the old mans feet; affectionate lips
kissed his hands-affectionate eyes bathed
them in tears.
Father-Father
The kneelerl looked up 1t seemed his own
lost wife that had come up out OF the past to
embrace him there again!
o Time! o miracle of life ! o wondrous
divine law ever working in the broad day
and in the secresy and silence of the night,
when we sleep, the same, pushing forward the
germ into the plant, from the plant producing
flower and fruit, evoking new germs, creating
all things new, each hour and each moment
of the day, parent and child, parent and child
forever.
Such thoughts whirled and burned in the
old mans brain, as daughter and grand-daugh-
ter lay in his arms and his hot tears rained
downward upon their heads.
How is it that have never found you be-
fore, dear father! = said Mrs. Upton, for she
was the merchants wife. How have longed
to hear Of you, 10 know if you were still alive
thought you must have died in some foreign
land, but when my good husband here came
home this evening and told me he had seen an
old man calling himself Roger johnson, some
thing said 10 me, deep in my soul, that it was
you. told him of the scar upon your cheek
he had observed it, and had no longer any
doubt that you were my father. How | wished
TO go with him when he went back 10 try TO
find you. But he said the truth mus, be dis
closed 10 you carefully and by degrees, for he
thought you i'll and feeble so have waited
patiently for this moment, when could safely
throw myself at your feet and call you father
1t is not a dream ! /, is real yes, you
are, you are my child y said the excited old
man. o God be thanked =
Amen responded the generous-hear,ed
merchant, who stood looking on with glisten-
ing eyes.
Don'tweep, father pleaded Edith, weep
ing herself, the while, your trials are now all
over
You have every wish of your heart, and
all you have 10 do is to be perfectly happy, ;
added her husband.
Yes, yes, said the old man, but why,'
putting bis arm around his grand-child's nee k
with tender playfulness, 'why did you tell me
your name was Edith johnson z
That is my name said the yoring girl,
Edith Johnson Upton. And if you are my
grandfather, am SO glad, shall love you so
much
| shall be afraid TO go TO sleep tonight,
unused the old man, 'for fear that when wake
shall find myself in Mrs. Stones attic, and
this will be dream that has passed But if
all of it isn't dream, there is one thing re-
quired to give US perfect peace of mind.
Poor Mrs. Stone and her children, some
thing should be done for them. Protect her
from her brutal husband, and procure her eld-
est son situation, where his time and his tai
ents will bring comfort to that poor family.
That shall be done if there is any virtue in
money said Mrs. Upton, is there anything
else!'
Nothing only let me know your history
my Edith
You shall lie down, father, and l will talk
to yon about myself until you fall asleep
Don't be afraid, father, said the young wom-
an tenderly, Il will take good care that you
do not wake in Mrs. Stones attic
So the old man was conducted 10 a comfort
able chamber, and when he was peacefully en-
sconced in the soft sheets of a couch, his
daughter came to him and sat by his side,
soothing him with gentle speech until all this
happiness dissolved and mixed and interfnsed
into the fancies of a dream. Then silently
calling down blessings upon his head, Mrs.
Upton softly withdrew from his side and left
the chamber.
20 God, she said, may the dear old man
never know earthly sorrows more.'
Late the following morning she went her
self to awaken him. How soundly he slept
His thin hands were crossed upon his breast
his pale cheek rested calmly on the pillow
there was smile on his thin lips, but not a
motion, not even breath. Edith touched his
brow; it was cold. She felt his lips; they
were rigid and chill. She did not shrek OF
sob, or shed one tear, but feeling of awe
came over her she turned her eyes upward
and with clasped hands murmured:
20 God, thy will be done =
Her prayers of the previous night had been
answered not as she had hoped. No more
trouble would the old man know. A happy
door had been opened to him in his last mortal
hours, and through that his spirit had passed
into the blessed country, where alone perfect
peace and happiness await us.
Edith felt this when her pious heart repeat
ed with earnest faith and trust:
80 God, thy win be done'
DIFFERENT SHADES OF GREEN.-A lady IN
Taunton, Mass, last week, went to dry goods
store and called for some green silk. Piece at-
Ter piece was examined without giving satis-