Weekly American. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1858-1858, 1858-01-30

churchyard now--the life Is dug out OF me-.
"Do not murmur but think Of the past.
remember christening some Of those children
when he and you were full of health and joy
In this journey of life, Mary, there is no hill
without its hollow Your. neighbor, Susar
jackson, will not have to mourn the loss of 4
husband, for. she has never known the love ant
protection Of one; and when she goes, she viii
not leave orphans to grieye for her. But, fol
all that Susan is very lonely and destitute, ant
says nobody cares for her."
"Mayhap; but Susan jackson can't be sorry
for what she never had; and poor folk didn',
ought to be fancifuL 'Tis me, sir, partia wi
my husband, that should fret" m
But you should remember, Mary, thai
when James and you were married, it was on
the condition you were to part one day. VIZ
must not forget the ninety-nine favors because
the hundreth is not granted. The Lord gave
and the Lord taketh away"
"Oh, sir, It's beautiful to hear ye talk; you
alway say summit so comfortin' feelin,' an
sensible like. One is ashamed to grumble
afore you, It's so selfish and ill-natured."
But how are the little ones Mary?"
81 can't say much for 'em, sir: they be but
poorly"
"They have had some food to-day hope p
"'Tis early yet, SIR" 1t was past midday,
But indeed they hante we'll"
"Did they eat anything last night before
lying DOWN."
"Baby had sup o Cruel out o James cup,
but Billy an Jacky, an t'other ent had moth
ing"
"And your"
"Oh, sir, God be praised, | am used to it,.
Ten years is long 'prentisage. 'Tis suprisin'
how the famine feeds itself An then, the
children's cries, an him dyin' drives the
thought away from me. ant got the hard
stomach O. hunger, sir; It's unfeelin' in a
mother"
No wonder she did not feel the cravings Of
want; she had passed her being into other ex-
istences; she had lost her indemnity in the wife
and the mother.
swell, well, we must do something for the
children, Mary"
''Oh, sir, did ma come for that What
wants is work You ha' coined atween us an
death, manys time. But indeed, what am
here for, is, afore Jeames goes wish he could
see you, sir, an talk wi you a, bit His mind
be strange and uncomfortable like, about re
ligion."
81 thought him believer, Mary"
"Mayhap he be; but men tell their wives
what ifthey-could, they would hide from God
an ha' heerd him say awful things; he wal
always so courageous like. Howsomedever
his hour be come, an he ha' losed his DARN,
an he believes jist like child / thought i
he could o'ny see you, sir"
Mr.. Godfry rang the bell. An aged but
notable servant woman came"
Martha, bring Mrs. Fielding little warn
bread and milk"
"0h, no, no, sir 'Tis only my way, what
you see in my face, war Away palish like
leastways this many day."
Martha, who had promptly obeyed her mas
ter, retured in few minutes with BASIN
"There, take that gently, Mary, it will warm
you"
"Will you forgive me sirH Indeed can.
not. 1t 'ud choke me. The child'en-the
poor hungry child'en, sir!"
"They shall be thought Of" Mr.. Godfrey
left the room, returning shortly after with his
long surtout buttoned closely up, and small
parcel in his hand.
"This contains a Loaf, Maryland something
else-you know what to do with it. Let me
have the ticket when I call, which will be in
the course Of the evening. Leave me now"
The comforted mother looked on Heavens
minister and then up TO heaven, and passed
noislessly through the small door, with faith
hope, and maternal love-the three strongest
pulses of the beart-to support her She had
the only full and perfect lesson of religion
charity. But she did not know, until she got
to the pawnshop, that the poor curate had taken
his only wastcoat from his back to feed her
children. Then, indeed, the tide Of religion
came strong upon her. So true il is, that ons
act Of kindness is worth volume Of sermons
in converting people. The curate's vest was a
baptismal robe to the unregenerated spirit o.
Mary Fielding, the free shrinking potter's wife
1t was on an evening in the middle Of June
that Mr.. Godfrey passed along to the rotter's
cottage. There had been some smart refresh.
ing showers during the day, and the grass was
healthily green, and the flowers were vigorous
and balmy, and here and there was the restless
uneasy chirp in the tree or hedge, Of the young
bird in its nest The sheep were settling down
for the night in the meadows; and the cows,
after the milking, were scattered over the dis.
tant pasturages. AT intervals there was an un.
yoked horse rxulting in abundance and free
dom. The poor saluted Mr.. Godfrey as he
passed, and the rich cordially greeted him, for
he was universally beloved.
"All Gods works are beautiful and happy, y
said he to himself as he wound among the
green lanes, and gazed upon the broad benig-
nant sky. "Man alone makes the world mis-
erable. | cannot think the design of Provi.
dence was to make the chief ofa joyous crea-
ton wretched: there must be some key to hu-
man felicity. The departing sun shines on
these dingy cottages, and the few struggling
flowers bloom cheerfully, and cast their sweet