Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1857-08-21

That you may see the hand of God in this,
and that He will sanctify the experience
to you, is the earnest prayer of
ruth MoANY."
Having read the letter carefully, l
folded it, and returned it to the envelope /
This is the aunt ?" l said, with an
effort to overcome the choking sadness of
my heart.
"Yes !'' exclaimed Fred, in a burst Of
rage. How she blasphemes!-talks Of
| Providence and the hand Of God Her
God is the world-and she teaches Julia
the damning atheism Oh is there
God ? Couldihe permit such injustice p
"Oh! my friend" / answered, moved
by strong emotion, let me open my
heart to you. have been where you
are. or rather have lain in the depths of
suffering which you have never reached.
You talk of injustice, per6dy, atrocious
wrong. You do not know the meaning Of
e the words Believe me then, when, out
l. of my own experience, | bring you this
Il assurance, that the eye of Justice never
S slumbers-the hand of Justice is never
K stayed. Not noisily, with great crash and
1t terror, in the affairs of this world, is iudg-
? ment done; but secretly, in the soul. II,
# through generosity and truth, you have
$ lost, such loss viii be gain {; only have
u faith, and remain generous and true tc
g the end. If the good things of the world
l. escape now from your grasp, it is because
le greater goods are in store for you. Elk
Id istence is wide and various; eternity il
e long; and the clouds that blot out tht
le universe to-day are but specks, transien
ID and insignificant in the account of an in
finite life. And let me tell you this, fo
ed know what say: if you are true an
l worthy, and you love each other, she wi
ad yet be yours. You cannot be defrauded
on You will have what you deserve !"
SO What power inspired me to utter thj
al prediction, l did not pause to inquire
as felt the faith strong within me, and
int breathed ii into him. He clasped m
ID; hand in both of his and kissed it wit
ne tears and sobs.
ke ooh! say thatagain say that again
NO he cried.
ed They were the first tears he had shed
he and they were like blessed rain to h
. whitening agony. His sob5 We're violeI
er- in proportion to the grief that had bee
ms pent within but l was glad to see it fiji
vent in this way. Irepeated what | ha
vas said it was. no cold philosophy /; n
heart throbbed in it, and the tears Of n
INK sympathy ran with it.
nd. Would you like to see her letter
me he asked and he took from his bosom
crumpled little note, which he placed
if l my hands. l remember distinctly ca
i word of that remarkable page:
" FREDERICK,-Are you strong, a
d." you noble, are you true
we. The sacrifice must be made. Heay
7" help US both
ong You will suffer-but remember II
US another suffers too Love is sweet,
lost is dear, hope is beautiful-but duty is
but cred above all. Oh, my friend I
soul deeply injured friend l could not h,
and it. Do not upbraid mel can not bt
it. l can not write more. Farewe
yp God bless you-l know He will.
But JULIA"
cely must confess that my heart failed I
OF as l read this simple, but terrible sign
to cant record. 1t seemed to have bC
written with bursting heart and a dis
lion. brain. l though l saw true, deep :
ainst mans love quivering through the lir
back and struggling for utterance against
cart sense of propriety and which held it
check. But at the same time saw
Oh, worst apprehensions realized-the p
Dver- outgushing waters of a young girls s
rust mudded and damned by selfish, worl
eyes, hands, that did their hateful work in
was name of God and duty.
lat~ Fred watched me anxiously, and g
As pale and faint as / hesitated to speak
near "What do you think p he asked.
& hardly know what to think.
mail me go and collect my thoughts. w
We a come back we will talk more cali
long and, rest assured, some wisdom
sees strength will be given US"
how "Where are you going"
ird to q have an errand at home, and
looks bring you bottle Of wine"
Ision. alt is not wine ! want-not wine
over wine-not wine J"
doubt The piteous accents in which t
ct US words were spoken rang in my ear
Jhris- hastened along the village street, a
n in was with a shock Of regret and sci
only nroach that | remembered them On