The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1858-02-24

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her, there was depthof love in her little
heart, only needing answering sunbeams TO
make II bear sweetest blossoms, and lieh, in
her wan face with the beauty Of conten..
ment.
This had been such sad day. n ire
morning she had climbed into chair to watch
hef mothers proceedings at the pastry table,
when an unlucky motion Of her hand sent a
dis', OF Hour to whiten the floor, and called
iarlh an impatient reprimand from her moth.
er. choking back rising sob, Size left the
table, and essayed TO play with her blocks.
building with them wall TO cneiine white
i.lly, the kitten. But kitty, inpatient at
such close imprisonment. made vigorous ef
inrts To free himself, and, as she succeeded,
scattered the blocksi in every direction.
+" What looking room!p exclaimed Mrs.
u. g i declare, its no use to clear up. you
get things in the way so.''
No more house.buildiug for Amy after
that; so she walked up and duwn the room,
slllSng soiuy 10 the kitten in her arms, un.
III II was time to look for Anna's return from
Ischool-Anna, the dear sister who loved and
petled the little one, and never told her to
keep out Of the way.
AZ last. her patient waiting was rewarded
by glimpse Of Anna's bonnet, aud with
cry ol JOY Amy bounded to open tie hall Il ,or,
10 greet her sister with outstretched hands,
aud the words 81 thought you would never
come"
" What ails my pet" said Anna, as she
took the child in her lap. and parting the
dark hair from her pale face, remarked the
look OF WEAKNESS in her eve.
Nothing" answered ANY. "only nv
head aches 50, and ! can't play without troub-
ling mother"
Anna sighed, for she knew the little heart
had sore trials so, far that into the du,ky
eve she sat with Amy's head upon her shouI.
der, told her of the olden time, when the
fairies danced BY moonlight upon the. green
swar,l, when every hill aud dale, every river
aud tiny streamlet, was haunted by unearthly
beings. Then she told OF Heaven, made
glorious by God and The angels, and, as ANY
listened, her heart swcled with JOY, her eyes
beamed with delight, and she exclaimed, rais-
ing her head with animation -
Anna, must go there, | nlust :-is It
such long uay!" Suddenly shadow dar-
kened her face, as she said sadly, Perhaps,
Housn, shoutu get III the way Ut tle au>
gels-l am so cireless."
Never, darling" said the sister, clasp.
Ing more closely the little form which an al
most prophetic sense told her was too surely
fading away.
Al midnight there were hurried steps and
anxious questions, as the hOusehlod was wax
ened by Anna's cry that Amy was very ILL.,.
After days Of anxious watching a weeping
group surrounded the bed of the dying child.
Mother" said Amy's feeble voice, II
didn't mean 10 be naughty. and get ii your
way 50 much. hope shan't trouble the an,
gels-good.by my darlings, am going to
sleep" Aud little Amy was dead.
Long years the grass has grown on Amy's
grave, and harebells have rung their siry
chimes above it, while the birds sing re.
QUEENS in the shadowing trees; but nightly
as she lays her head upon the pillow, Mrs.
Howard sees the pale, weary face Of her child
aud hears a sweet voice say, Mother, [
Did not mean to get ia the way" Not at all
70 vain was the lesson taught by those dying
lips. Seeds Of gentIeness aud patience were
soWn ia the mothers heart, which, watered
With tears o. repentance, give promise oi an
abundant harvest Of peace. LiIle Pilgria..