Nebraska advertiser., 1856-08-16
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.tWEEp W1TH THosE THAr WEEp.n


.cWEEP WITH THOSE THAT WEEP"
The cold winds whistled and whirled
along the narrow streets, in a perfect
tempest of rudeness, defying the pro-
lection of cloaks and comforts, and
causing large and small to shiver at
their keen and searching roughness.5
Little Bette Moore was standing by
the window, wrapped to the chin in a
large shawl, looking out into the street
at the passers bN In the ToOmbehind
her burned a large fire, and her little
brother was rolling on the rug before
it, very happy, in the enjoyment of
comfortable indolence. 80 Georges 2
said Bette, "do come here only see
this old man, buttoned up to the chin,
and wrapped to the5eyes, blundering
along against the wind! Now here
comes a young lady trying to walk
gracefully, but she can not for pain.
See, now she stoops forward, as if to
let the blast drive over her head. Hal
ha!'
"What next, Bettie?" said George.
aI am too lazy to come and look; il
you'll tell me it will do just as we'll"
Andwith this he yawned, and stretched
his feet toward the glowing fire.
60 George, win you believe it? A
man is coming with little coffin in
his arms! There-he has placed it on
the stonelstep at the gate, and is look
ing so sad; I'll run down to the dool
and ask him if / can do anything fol
him." and forgetting the cold, little
Bette ran down the stairs, and swing
ing open the front door, rushed out t.
the gate. )
The man glanced up at her mo
ment, and then, dropping his head OF
the lid of the coffin burstinto an agony
of tears. Little Bette stopped down
and wept also. What a scene! Tht
little, fnelY-clad child, and the rough
half dressed man weeping togethe,
over the small unvarnished coffin!
"God bless you, little Miss sure i
must be that you are an angel that Coz
has sent, to feel for the poor AM
broken-hearted. May the spirit of he
that's in this coffin attend you, AM
shield you from eYilp'
"Is it your little girl?' asked Bette
eyes,"
"Well you can meether again, whel
you die, if you'll be good. Mamm
says we'll meet our little buried siste
in heaven if we'll love God, and tel
the truth, and do to others as we woul
have them do to us. o, I'm so sorr,
for you,' she continued, almost choke
with sobs; "but you'll try to meet you
little girl in heaven, won't your
81 will, with Gods help" said tn
man, looking through his moistene
lashes in astonishment. "Will yo
pray for me, little lady?y
eyes, sir; I'll pray for you ever
night before I go to bed; and if you
come Church on Sunday, you
hear our good minister pray for yot
| he always prays forthe 'sorrowing one
of earth.'"
"God bless you, little darling; +
go to Church for your sake
good-by! Run into the house; it:
cold for the like of you;'' and the ma
gathered up his child's coffin and IT
: sumed his journey. Alas, alas, f
friendless poverty, that must, unheede
; and alone, bear its own loved to tt
yawning and repulsive grave! Ye
thank God that there are mothers VII
teach their children how to go
heaven-that there are ministers WI
) never forget to pray for the bereaYe
!, and afflicted. Yes, thank God, thel
J. are children who remember, and ca
: repeat the lessons taught them. II
J. poor, so1row-stricken man did 90
! Il Church; the minister did pra
for him, and he finally joined Il
Church, and died at last in the hope
reunion with his lost babe.