Burlington free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1827-1865, 1855-12-21

my heart can't help them, either. 1t
must be God made me for something as well
ns this dear little flower 'Ncs-hc gave me
Il soul-thc little girl said that Perhaps
my soul can do something in the world,
though my body is poor and crooked. FH
Try.
And with these little magic words, Hugh
sprang up from the knoll, buttoned the flower
in his vest, and made his way homcward to
his work.
Five years have flown. In the hall of II
village academy, II knot of school girls are
discussing weighty matter. The young
men Of the academy have been delivering
orations of their own composing for prize,
and the result has astonished every one.
is it not too bad, says Sarah, that such a
fellow should win the prize
why has he not as good IA right as any of
them = asks "A buc-cycd girl Of fourteen at
her side
'Oh, rjght, to he sure; but should not
think Sucl IL dcformcd piece Ol humanity
would he very forward to push himself before
other people
Should he not make the most Of the gifts
God has given him It's UNJUST Sarah lie
won the prize fairly, and spoke nobly You
ought not to be so unkind =
Il suppose you think no prize too great for
him, responded Sarah, with malicious little
laugh perhaps he will offer his services in
escorting you to the pic mic next Monday in
return for tho eloquent defence OF his rights.
"Thc Lily of Lisbon Academy as Professor
r. called her, would be honorcd by such com
pany.'
SHE would, indeed, be honorcd, Sarah, by
any mark Of esteem from one whose opinion
is worth something, replied the blue-eyed
girl, proudly arching her graceful neck. Did
you never learn those lines OF W ats -
81 would be measured by my soul
The mind s the stature of the mani
You are a most unaccountablc girl, Lila
Winstan, But, good evening; ! must not
stand fooling any longer
And away went Sarah, followed by most oil
her mates, while Lila returned to the school
room, in search of a missing book.
Thank you, Miss Winstan,
These words, spoken almost in her ear at
he was bending over her desk, caused her to
lit hor head with start and blush of sur
prise The delormed Hugh, now young
man of seventeen years, stood by her chair
gazing at her with those mourniu, deep black
eyes, which had often won her sympathy.
Bloss you for your words of kindness; they
have done more for me than hundred prizes
could | have learned that there is at least
one IN t1e WOrlu, WHO Will ju"gf me OE ~ mn
moi bY Sght'
In the pulpit of one of the principal chur-
ches of D, rises, Sabbath by Sabbath
"a pale-faced, high browed man, whose defor-
nifty is the first feature to catch the eye of a
stranger 1t is not until you hear hin
speak-until you catch the fire from his eye
and the enthusiasm from his lips, that you
forget to pity the speaker. You do not won
der, then, that he is willing to come before
the public eye weekly, even with the weigh
of his natural defects for who can think o
these when once carried away by the tide o
his eloquencc
Yes, Hugh had gained his end. lie il
measured by his soul, in the sight of all whc
know him lie has striven nobly, by the hell
Of his Maker, to fit that soul for companion
ship with the spotless apostles and angels
and n ray of their own pure light seems t
| have fallen upon it.
II any one wonders at seeing, after tn
church service is over, young, proud, beau
tiful woman lay her white hand upon the de
formed preachers arm, to walk down tn
richly carpeted aisle, they have but to lool
into Lila s face for the solution of the mys
| uerV. Lila MT only lv'oe tlro crippled forr
at her side, better than the most matches
ones of earth, but she is prbud Of her nobl
husband