The star of the north. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1849-1866, 1857-08-12
- RTOOMsRJJRG COLUMBIA COUNTY.PA. WEDNESDAY.

ing art they could think Of, 10 attract her al
lenton, but in vain. Impressed oy 'he'f
mothers mood, they ate their bread almost
n silence; and when they had finished, she
arose mechanically, and laying herbaoe IN It's
cradle, put them 10 bed. She heard them say
their prayers, and babe good night, and God
bless them, carefully and ,enderly as usual
but with that subdued, spirilless tone that
emenates from hear without hope. She
continued kneeling by their bedside long
after she had prayed with them, and wept--
Bitterly she wep,, but there was no plying
eye TO see now, no tender hand 10 curess,
no loving voice TO soolhe, as the cry from
her overburdened, despairing heart, "My
God, my God, why asst Taou forsaken met"
went up over the unconscious heads OF the
sleepers in lha. hour of agony. No Pilyins
eye did sayl The eye that never slumbers
nor sleeps was there; the loving Kindness
that said: az will be Father 10 the father.
less" was about her even then, though che
knew it not. In tho power OF the Spirit
came the blessed assurance in answer TO her
despairing cry, "I will never leave thee nor
forsake thee" and her seul grew calm, ell
her old trusting faith returned, and she arose
from her knees TRANQUILITY, feeling that "lhe
Lord is very pleasant help in time Of irou-
ble." She took down the little worn bible
from the mau,el, and as she read on through
the closing chapters of St. John, an express
sion of peace ineffable, "lhe peace that
passelh understanding" settled serenely on
her swee, lace. Putting the bible revereully
back, and took some mendlng from her
basket and soon the clear tones of a hymn
sounded through the stiffness of the little
cottage; and "How firm foundation, etc"
when pealed from lordly organ, and echoed
through valuted dome, never assembled more
acceptable TO "Hm who stlelh on the great
white lhrope."
Bu, other eyes beside the A-seeing had
been looking in through the low casemen, at
the lonely sufferer, and now the sweet tones
of the holy hymn were interrupted by a
knock at the door. The widow opened il
and saw before her ,ravel-sianed man,
who asked only for crust Of bread and a
cup of waler. The widow glanced ut the
loaf which still lay on the table, aud then al
the sleeping children, aud hestaled, but only
for momeni there was something in The
tone of the strangers voice that came gra'e-
fully 10 her soul as the breath OF spring over
volels, and she thought Of her own beloved
boy asking for charity in some distant land
and she fastened TO place a chair and reach
him the loaf, lras,ing in Him who causett
il 10 raiC on tn g earth where no man Is, to
satisfy the desolale and waste ground, fol
her orphans.
"My mother my own precious mother "'
cried the familiar voice IN broken tones, and
springing forward, she was caught and strain
ed TO the beating heart of her long lost son
"My son! my son !" she could only Inurmur
while he exclaimed: "l am rich, my moth
er, have been 10 California, and have come
back rich beyond all ever hoped or dream
ed of--my poor famishing mother! am
Just in time--,hank God! thank Godw and
the mother and son knelt together in one
glad, earnest prayer OF thanksgiving.