The Union and eastern journal. [volume] (Biddeford [Me.]) 1854-1858, 1857-08-21
Mistellan,ons.


: Two children, equally beautiful, wd
sitting together, on the carpet Of thei
pleasant nursery. Both were playin,
with atoy ofingenious construction, urg
ing it each from the other for atime, witt
loving carcsses. But soon they grew tire,
Of yielding, and the boy insisted that til,
toy was his, and be would have it. TIL,
girl claimedit as her special property
and they struggled for supremacy. Th'
little girl was the eldest and the trong
est; she obtained possession, and weeping
from the blows she had received in tn,
quarrel, she retreated to the farthest cor
ner, while the boy continued to throw
missiles and to call her names.
The door opened, and slight girl o
some twelve summers entered. Her fac'
was very sweet and spiritual, and he
thoughtful gray eyes opened wide witt
unmixed wonder at the scene before her
"Sister Lilly brother Eddy!"
The soft voice subdued them for mo
ment.
Eddie, why are you throwing thing
at Lillyr
~ hate her; she's got my toy-castle
aud she shan't have It. It's mine, ant
she's great ugly thing, and hate her.
"Hate your little sister, Eddie, YOU
dear little sister Lilly, will you give
me the castlsl"
mo, ! won't" cried the child, her face
flushed with anger, she's nasty, wicked
boy; he's cut my hand, and hurt IN,
forehead, and l nsver'll give up my castle
Suppose Jesus should come in here
now what do you suppose he would say
to you!"
I'D tell him it was minc"-and "rd
tell him it was mine,' persisted botll
children, eagerly.
"Only think. when they nailed Him
to the cross, and stuck thoms in his tenn.
Piles, and mocked Him, and spit upon Him,
Lie never said word" murmured the
elder sister, in her low tones.
"Well, would, I'd jest kill 'em all"
cried Eddie deiantly, after moment OF
shame.
a know you would, you just wanted to
kill your little sister," replied the peace
maker, nourutully.
10, | didn't" exclaimed Eddie, letting
fall the stick that he intended to use rs q
missile.
"You said you hatel her, and hate is
what all murdercrs fecl-O Eddie! how
can Jesus love your 49,
"Eddic amt any Bladder than | am"
cried Lilly, dropping the toy and burst
ing into tears.
"Why, Lilly! did dyou hatcyour brother
too!"
"Ycs," sobbed the child-"l thought |
wished hadn't any brother to want all
my toys; Oh Jesus Christ will never
love Inc any more
Thus they stood, the pcace-maker, the
Christian child, with gentle JOY irradiat-
ing her sweet face; the boy now humil-
lated, the scarlet OF rage, the blaze OF de-
fance, dying out from cheeks and eyes, q
tear falling silently, lip quivering sweet.
ly-and the little Lilly, overwhelmed
with anguish and selt-accusation, sobbing
as il her heart would break.
"Lilly, do you want Eddie to have the
castle n
"Yes-ycs-take-all-my playthings
'em all for his-own.'
"Here, Eddie, it is yours"
"I don't want it." cried the boy, with a
wild burst of emotion, and throwing him
sell on the floor, he wept more violently
than his sister.
And then the soft voice ministercd to
both almost broken hearts, the words Of
consolation led them to each other and
the little rcpentauts fell with arms inter.
locked, and golden curls mingling, and
ruby lips meeting, each upon the neck OF
the other, and whisper wish Tor iorg'v-
ness.
Could the worlds wealth have pur-
chased the serene peace that folded its
wings in the bosom OF that Christian sis
ter !-Erdminer.