Litchfield enquirer., 1856-02-14

melting blue eyes. that sweet and cherry mouth. those dimpled cheeks the fair white brow and demure chin, every feature was the child's-his Edith's. Yet it was his child that stood before him; else she was an apparition that might at any time van- ish into thin air.
 "l am Edith Johnson. said the child with bashful smile.
 The old man took her in his arms, and bowed his face over that fair head, and sobbed like child.
 "I understand it now," he said, speak. ing with an effort, "this is my child's -ehild-my Edi,h's Edith-the woman, the mother, where is she !"
 Already a slender female form was kneeling at the old mans feet; affec,ion- ate lips kissed his hands affec,ionate eyes bathed them in tears.
 Father-father "
 The kneeler looked up. It seemed his own lost wife that had come up out of the past to embrace him there again
 Oh Time Oh miracle of life. Oh wonderous divine law ! ever working in the broad day and in the secrecy aud si. lence of 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 moment of the day, parent and child, parent and child forever.
 Such thoughts whi led and burned in the old mans brain as the daughter and grand daughter lay in his arms, and his hot tears rained down upon their heads.
 "H How is that have never found you before. dear father !" said Mrs. Upton, for she was the merchants wife. "How have longed to hear o! you--to know if you were still alive. thought that you must have died in some foreign land, but whe ny good husband came home this evening and told me he had seen an old man call ing himself Roger Johnson, something said to me deep in my soul that 1t was you. told him of this scar upon your cheek he had observed it, aud had no longer any doubt that you was my father. How l wished to go with him when he wen. back to try and find you. But he said the truth mus, be disclosed to you carefully and by degress, for he thought you iIl.and feeble |; so l have waited patiently for this moment, when l could safety throw myself at your teet ana call you idther
 alt is not dream! It is all real-yes you are, you are my child 2" said the ex- cited old man. 70 God be thanked"
 "Amen," responded the generous heart ed merchant, who stood looking on with g!istening eyes. .....
 Don't weep, father, pleaded Edith. weeping herself the while, "you're trials are now all over"
 !" You have every wish of your heart, and ali you have to do is to be perfectly happy" added her husband.
 "Yes, yes," said the old man, "bui why" putting his arm around his grand- chiId's neck with tender playfulness, .why did ynn tell me your name was Edith John. son !"
 "That issmy name." said the young girl. |" Edith Johnson Upton, And if you are my grandta,hsr. l am so glad, shall love you so mnch!"
 Il shall be afraid to go to sleep to- night" unused the old man, for fear that when wake shalt find myself in Mrs. Stone attic, and this will be dream that has passed. But if all of it isn't dream there is one thing required to give us per- feet peace of mind"
 ." Poor Mrs. Stone and her childien {; something should be done for them Pro- tect her from her brutal husband, and pro. cure her eldest son Il good situation, " here his time and his talents will bring co miort to that poor family" ...-. a
 "That shall be done if there is any vir- tue iR money" said Mrs. Upton; {" is there anything eIsea"
 "Nolhing: only let me know your his- tory. my Edi.h."
 e You shall lie down, father, and l will talk to you about myself until you fall asleep. Don't be afraid, father, said the young woman tenderty, |" will take good care tha. you do not wake in Mrs. Stones attic"
 So the old man was conducted to a com. fortable chamber, and when he was peace. fully ensconced 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 in,erfusei into the fancies of dream. Then silently c,lling down blessings upon his bead, Mrs. Upton soft ly withdrew from his side and left the chamber.
 70 God" she said, "may the old man never know earthly sorrow more."
 Late the following morning she went herself to awaken him. How soundIy he slept! His thin hands were crossed upon his breast; his pale cheek rested calmly upon the pilow-there was smile on his thin lips, but not motion. not even a breath. Filth touched his brow-it was cold. She felt his iips-they were rigid and chill. She did not shdek or sob, ol shed one tear, but feeling of awe esiss over her-she turned her eyes upward, and with ciasped hands murrnureJ 70 God, thy will be done " Her prayers of tise previous night had been answered, mt as she had hoped. Ns more trouble would the old man know - A happy door had been opened 10 him 1T his last mortal hours, and through that hii spirit had passed into the blessed country where alone perfect peace and happiness awaits as.
 Edith ssh this when her pious heart rs peaied with earnest faith and trdst-- 70 God, thy will be done :"