The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1857-03-14

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which was once music to my ears. Mary
rose at my entrance, laying her book quietly
on the table. and greeting me with modest
grace and self-possession peculiar to herself.
She looked surprised. little embarrassed,
but very far from being displeased. She
made no allusion to my estrangement or ne.
slec:, expressed no astonishment at my un-
timely visit, nor once limited that, being alone
with her mother, and not anticipating visit
ors. she thought it unnecessary to wear the
habillments of lady. Never in my life had
seen her look so lovely. Her dress was per-
tect'y plain, but every fold was arranged by
the hanc OF the Graces. Her dark brown
hair, which had natural wave in it. now
uncurled 5y the dampness, was put back in
smooth ringltts from her brow, rcvealin. a
tace which did not consider its beauty wasted
because motEer's eye alone rested on its
bloom.
beautiful cluster of au:umnal roses,
placed IN glass vase on the table, perfumed
the apartment, and bright blaze on the
hearth ditiused a spirit of cheerfu!ness a.
rourd, while it relieved the atmosphere Of
its excessive moisture. Mrs. Carlton was an
an invalid, and suffered also from an inilam-
nation of the eyes. Mary had been reading
to her from her tavorite book What do YOU
think it was? 1t was very oId-fashioned
one, indeed. No other than the Bible And
Mary was not ashamed to have such fashion
bic young gent as | then was, to see
what her occupation had been. What con-
trast to the scene had Just Quilted, How
| h..I all a.
had led me TO prefer the artificial sraces of
beNe to this pure child of nature | drew
my char to the table, and entreated that they
would not look upon me as a stranger. bnt as
TREND. anxious TO be restored 70 the forfeit
cd privileges of an old acquaintance. wa.
understood IN moment. and, without sin
gle reproach. was admitted again to
confidence and familiarity The hours had
wasted with Theresa seemed kind of mes
merle slumhrr, blank in my existence. or.
at least fcveri>h dream. What do you
think of rainy evening, Mary asked l..
before left her
49, love it of all things replied she, with
animation. There is something so home
drawing, so heart knitting, in IT, Influence
The deprndeEces which bind. us to rhe world
seem Withdrawn. and.retring within ourselves.
We learn more OF the deep mysteries OF our
own being
Mary's soul beamed from her ewes. as i,
turned, with a transient obiiuu:y. towards
heaven. She paused. as it fearful of unscal
lnG the fountains of her heart | SAID tha,
Mrs Carlton was an invalid. and consequrn;-
ly. retired early to her chamber. but ling
cred till a late hour Nor did 90 till | had
made a full confession of NV folly. rcp;.n-
tance, and awakened love and. As Mary did
not shut the door in my face. You may l,nag
me she was not sore'y dI>pleased"
"Ah! know who Mary was. KNEW all
the time sSs'%tb G|9r1a 1aar! !eafns %finS sr,hGS ,GsSt
moment fell into her lap. showed thai. though
silent. she wa, no unnteres'rh au li.or.
~ on haven't done, father :" SAID little Ann
IN disappointed tone. Il thought YOU were
going to tell story. You have been talk,
ing about yourself all the time
Il have been something of an esots, to be
sure. my little girl but wanted to show NV
dear young friend here how mu.h might de.
pend on rainy evening. Life is rot made
all OF sunshine. The happiest and most pros
porous must have their seasons OF gloom and
darkness, and woe be to those from whose
souls no rays of brightness emanate TO gid
those darkencd hours. | bless the God of
ram as wei! as the sunshine can read his
mercy aud his love as we'll in the tempest,
whose wings obscure the visible :lories OF his !
creation, as in the spltndor OF the rising sun
Dr the soft dewS that descend after his se:t,no
radiance. began with metaphor .a,i
a rainbow was drawn on the clouds that
lowered on that eventtu! day, and tha; 1t sill |
continued to shine with undminished beauty. |
" oman, my children, was Sent hy God to be |
the rainbow OF mans darker destiny. From
the CLOWN. red, emtlcma,ic of that love
which warns and glaiienS his existence, to
the violet, melting into the blue of heaven,
>ymbollcal OF the faith which links him to a |
purer world. her blending virtues, mnrlln.
with each other in beautiful! harmony, are
token OF Gods mercy here, and An earnest
Of iuture blessings III those regions where no
rainy evenings will ever come to obscure the
brightness OF eternal day"