The Tiffin tribune. [volume] (Tiffin, Ohio) 1848-1859, 1857-01-30
Ths Littlo Flower
A LHaIND OF HOLLAND.

A little child died. and the guardian
angel was bearing It's soul 10 heaven. -
Already they had passed the busy city,
the zelda OF ripe corn, the forest where
resounded the Eoodman's axe, the osnals
whore glided the laden vessels. aud che
angel had not looked upon them; but when
they came to poor village. he hovored
| il. and looked into \ dark alley, running
through cluster Of deoayed huts. There
was grass growing through tho stones,
there was broken pottery, and damp
straw, and piles Of omders and ashes
thrown out. The angel looked long At
the deserted spot, when espying suddenly
pale flower in che ruins, which had
opened in the shade, he gave a cry Of 10y,
stopped from the air, and plucked il. ~
The soul Of the dead child asked him
why he had stopped for a single field
flower, without beauty or fragrance.
"Thou seest ~ the bottom Of this al.
Icy a cabin, with the roof broken by the
SHOWS, aHd its walls seamod By the rain.
There lived once . child Of thy ago, az
flioted from its birth, When he quilted
his little straw bed, lesning on his willow
crutohes, he went two or three times up
and down the slley--it was all He had
never seen the sUp but from his window.
When che Summer brought back its bright
rays. the afflicted creature came and sat
in their light; he looked At the blood cir.
culating feebly in his thin hands. and SAID,
| i am better Never had be seen the
green Of the meadows OF the forest, only
tho little children sometimes brought him
branches Of the poplar, which he laid
around him on his bed, Then he would
dream that he was lying in the shade Of
the woods, that the sunshine was dancing
through the leaves, and tho birds singing
around Ono day his oldest sister brought
him little field flower, with its root
he planted Il in an old eafthen pot, and
God prospered thepot tended by the weak
hand Ii was the sick ohild's garden; the
liltle flower WAS to him the meadows, the
woods, the water, the creation. Aslong
as he lived he nursed il. He gave it al
the air and the sunshihe that his little
window suffered to enter; he watered IL
each evening. snd told it good bye till
next morning, as if it were friend. But
when God called away the little martyr,
his family quilted the village, the alley
WAS abandoned, and tho simple flower sur
rounded with ruins. Then the providence
Of God preserved il whsro l have just
gathered IT,"
"Who told you all that9" demanded
lhe soul Of the child.
Il was, myself" said tie angel, "the
little sick child who walked on his willow
crutches. God has taken me up TO para
disc, but l have not forgotten the few
humble joys l had on earth. and would
not give that simple flower for the most
beautiful star in the sky | now inhAbit."
SENrmESrALrsN. Mrs. SWisshelm no
lioing tile publication Of a new love story,
says
''All that stuff about Woman's love
has been said over and over and ovor
again 4 hundred thousand times, to the
great detriment Of the best interests OF |
humanity. There is no kind of necessi-
" for using the press TO persuade silly
girls that it is very romantic and oman
~ to love scoundrel, to leave her aiFec-
,ions ungsrded by reason Of experience.
and drift helpless into sin. shame and des-
pAir. As an evidence Of her unsuspscting
WOmanhood.
"It'a not true that q Woman's afeo-
tions any stronger or more durable than
mans We think the opposite iS the
case, and two-thirds Of all the women
who pine away or die Of love, do SO for
ths want OF something better TO do.
Everything calculated to make love-
sickness feminine requirement is
great injury; but to strew the path Of the
suicide with flowers Of poesy and Eo-
manceis in degree reprsbeusibS.
"Ths best motto TO guide young girls
through the nazes Of love IL, DO right,
and trust to God.' A girl who has done
no wrong has little cause 70 mourn over
the ickliness of pretended lover. Bet
ter be should change his mind before
than after marriage"
This is the best piece Of common
sense We have heard on the subject.