St. Charles City Republican intelligencer. [volume] (St. Charles City [Charles City], Iowa) 1857-1861, 1858-08-05
Mistellarp.
THE FLOWER.GARDEN.
TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN.

1t was the season of midsummer
and the MONDAY sun shonc scorch.
ing hot, as William, lively boy OF
seven years, came running from the
fower-garden which lay adjacent to
the farm-yard. Sorrow and dismay
were depicted in his usually cheerful
features. He looked stcadfastly upon
the ground before him, without OBJ
serving his father, who stood in the
middle of the farm-yard, watching the
boy attentively.
William, my son, what troubles
you!" said the kind father.
At the sound of this wcll-known
voice, the boy looked up, ran into his
fathers arms, as if in search Of aid
and consolation.
Wherefore thus sad, William"
But the latter could not at once
answer, for food of tears stitled his
voice. After yielding to his grief, the
boy sighed forth,
"Alas, the sun has scorched my
flowers they are all dropping to the
ground, and their leaves are withered"
Then the father said to his son in
an impressive tone,
"Do not gricve prematurcly, but
wait with patience, for in time all may
be well again. On the morrow we
will both come to the garden, and
view it in the cool of the morning"
Soothed by these kind words, the
boy, trusting in his father, regained
his cheerfulness. As the day declined,
and the evening approached, the heat
of the sun gradually abated. The
beams were mild and gentle with
which he closed the glorious specta-
Gle Of the day, and smiled an adieu to
the mother Earth in parting. All
Nature, which seemed exhausted by
the sultrincss of the day, gained life
and vigor once again. The sheep and
goats skipped merrily homeward, and
those who had endured the heat and
labored throughout the day, returned
to their abodes, praising in cheerful
songs the mildncss of the evening. A
cool and balmy night followed this
sultry day; refreshing dews bathed
the plants and flowers. The dawning
morn was welcomed by the choir Of
feathered songsters, whose shrill,
wide-cchoing notes awaked the boy
from sweet slumber.
William leaped up from his bed, in
order to accompany his father on a
morning visit to the fowcr-garden.
The father was scarcely able to keep
pace with the impatient boy. They
entered the garden, and behold how
changed was all since the noon Of the
preceding day. The flowers stood
fresh and blooming in their variegated
beauty their perfumed heads, which
yesterday dropped to the earth, were
now turned aloft to heaven, and in
hetir many-colored cups the dcwy
drops shone like pearls.
The father cast significant glance
upon his delighted son, who stood be-
fore him in establishment, and across
whose features ali expression of Joy
and shame passed alternately. "Well,
my son." he said, "what think you
now? has not kind heaven made all
good again ?"
William pressed his fathers hand in
silence, and big tears coursed down
his cheeks
"Learn," continued his father, "to
trust in Providence. He may inaict
wounds, but with the gentle hand Of
time He heals them also again"
The boy treasured up these words
IN MS heart, and as often as mis-.
fortune befell him, he thought of his
mowers, and OF the consoling words Of
his KIND father. Mrs. ST. SIMON.