The Cecil Whig., 1857-04-04

course it was not more than halftird' white
weed chokrd his grass, lean cattle filled his
hoyvl, fences went unrepair, d. and the rude
ly constructed cottage was fast losing its res
pcctalii,y. Tins stood Mr.. Bacon's Affairs
at the commencement Of our story. We will
now return To 1lenriuita.
Il declare' said The mother, as She got IN
| to wind the clock before retiri"g, us that al
You have done this long evening" Why,
could have knit twicc MS murh in half ,ic
time You may stir up somr hot cakes for
BREAKFAST blow out the light-you hear'
and don't 20 TO reading" With these words
ringing in her ears more strangely Tonight
than ever b fore, ucnrictta was lift to her
lonely meditation. ....
The beautiful and the useful cannot go
| together" sulilo9uiz:d she. AS my father
and mother have plotl,ied, SO must |. 1t is
| not that | care for The work | could knit for
each added. round, a leaf or flower. could
sew, If might but learn To- cmbrodrr such
| fairy figures as edge grand ladies collars: |
could brush and scrub sweep and dig if ]
could only 60 deep enough to find beauty.
Oh, would her die, die, die, tina n to live
so, and burying her face III her hands, she
| wcpt long and bitterly. At last, brushing
back the tear stained masses of hair, she rose
pushed back the dark curtain that shaded
one Of the nsrrow windows. and with her
check pressed to the cool glass, looked out
upon the night. The scene was one that
harmonzcd well with her awn feelings. The
rain had ceased falling. but the clouds, heavy
and black. We're angrly chasing each other
across the lcadcn-hu,d sky.
The dead leaves whi,lcl and fluttercd about
the door; now and then Gursling drop fell
from the low caves. The picture was a drca-
ry one. The curtain fell back heavily
troubled brow and laggins step Henrietta
crcpt up the rickety stains to her little cham
bcr. But what brings back the sunny smile?
On rude shelf, bcucalh the small window,
stands a broken piece of crockelv, and from
the rich earth which it contains, all unmiiid-
(nl Of the dcfoluliics that Surround it springs
n beautiful tea rose loaded with blossoms -
Mine. all mlnc cried the little one, Stoop-
ing down to kiss and admire the trcasurc.--
She passes her fingers over the velvet petals
-drcamily she gazes upon the rich clnSttrs,
oh, "a thing Of beauty is 4 joy forever the
sentiment filed her whole heart changed en-
lircy the tenor of her thoughts Dear korl
gave me this" she murnurrd. IL remember
he told me il waited patiently, 1t would ons
day repay ME fLr all my care, and that !
must he like the beautiful rose that would
burst from these buds--thal | must make
those around me happy by cheerful looks and
pleasant SMILES that my good deeds would
be like the fragrance of these leaves, they
would live after me and shed Beauty on my
memory. Somehow remember almost cv-
uytlriur that Karl ever said to me. Dear
brohur, if he had only lived how good |
could have grown he would have watched
over me just as do over this, driven away
ugly thoughts, and surrounded me with sun
shine that msde his own heart glad. The
memory of the past, Of the pale face Of her
brother AS she last saw it, drove away all
thoughts of the bitter present. new resolves
crowded upon her mind. Then came a feel
ing Of weakness and Dependence with clasp
ed hands she sank beside the low couch. The
demon Of discomfort was yanquishcd, calm,
refreshing sleep soon stole TO her pillow. The
smile came back to her brow. and the sweet
lips mulrnurcl words of endearmcnt, Karl
dear Karl. I'm 81 glad you have come Who
shall say no Ininistcring angel watched those
>lunler. soothing to quiet and Happiness
that feyrled spirit.