The Potter journal. [volume] (Coudersport, Pa.) 1857-1872, 1858-11-25
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Always lin gilo way.

Rain. raiu. rain; will il never stop 2"
thYu-.,t little Amy tiaward, - she press
ci h,.. 4lall face close Il the window pain
il Il vain attempt 10 sec tGgLaer round the
cyr4rr. whence sister Anna must uoalt
f,al sc;nu.. ltEas not one Vi those rainy
da,s Ii,lt every one ioves when the drops
fai -io2IsIy ana chcerily, aud one feels
sure tilry are completing their mission a
r4rIdiy as possible, IN order to treat as t.
a raiul,~ Il vas n cherries, Hlzlly,
.dr&lly, rainy day, that seemed unwilling
T. l,aye cloudIand, and bent upon making
everybody synlpathizc Wlth his III hunor
oor H;tie Amy locked the embodiment
OF furln,Eitv, IS she watched the long,
pcudulous branches Of the elm swing hitA-
er aud ih.ther in al uncomfortable man
nrr. She wondered s. hat made the rain
fall. ana ii the little doves felt it through
their -lossy feathers; but she knew it wa>
qui.c useless 10 ask her mother, for she
wOul only tell her not to ask SO many
On ns. and to keep cut of her way.
Ms Howard loved her child, but she
vas a bus;liug, energetic woman, whose
chief care was to keep tidy and well-or-
d red houses and she did not understand
{ e delicate nature of the little Amy, who
had ben from infancy feeble child, and
Etooi sally in need Of loving and tender
sympathy. She was not beautiful, but to
those whu loved her there was depth oi
love in her little heart, which only needed
sunbeams to make it bear sweetest bios
Foms, AMI light up her dark face with the
beauty Of contcntmcnt.
This had been such sad day. In the
0rning she had climbed into u chair, to
watch her mothers operations at the pas
try table, when an uuiucky motion VI her
band sent dish of -four to wuten the
foor, ealing forth an impatient rcprinand
from the mother. Choking back rising
fob, she left the table, and essayed to play
with her blocks, building with them wal
50 couine White Lilly, her kitten. But
kitty, impatient at such close upri on
ment, made vigorous efforts to free her
self and as she succeeded, scattered the
blocks in every direction.
What ails my pet" asked Anna, as
she took the child in her lap, aud parting
the hairs from her pale face, remarked the
look of weariness in her eyes.
Nothing" answered Amy, only my
head aches 50, can't play without troub-
ling mother"
Anna sighed, for she knew the littlo
heart had sore trials; SO far into the
dusky eve, she sat with Amy's head upon
her shoulder telling Of the olIen time,
when the fairies danced By the moonlight
upon the greensward, when every hill aud
dale, every river and tiny streamlet, was
haunted by uneavthly beings. Then she
told of heaven, made glorious by God and
the angels, and as Amy listened, her eyes
beamed with delight, and she exclaimed
raising her head with animation:
Anna, I must 90 there, | must--is it
such long ways p Suddenly shadow
darkened her face, as she said sadly, per.
haps, though, | should get in the way Of
ths angels-I am SO carcless'
Never, darling" said the sister, clasp
ing moro closely the little form, which, in
almost prophetic sense, was too surely fad
ing away.
At midnight there were hurried step
and anxious questions, as the household
was awakened BY Anna's cry that Amy
was very i'll. After days Of watching, Il
weeping group surrounded the bedside o.
the dying child.
Mother said Amy's little voice. e" ]
did not mean to get in your way 50 much
l hope | shsn't trouble the anSeiS--Gooj
bye, mother | am going to sleep Ant
little Amy vas dead.
Long years has the grass grown OF
Amy's grave, and harcbclIs have hung
their merry chimes above it, while tht
birds sing requiems in the shadowing trees
put nightly, as she lays her head unoi
the pillow, Mrs Howard sees the pale
weary face of her child, and hears swee
voice say, Mother, | did not mean t,
get in the way"
Not all in vain was the lesson taugh
by those dying lips. Seeds Of gentenes
were sown in the mothers heart, which
Watered with the tears Of ofrepentance, CAV,
promise of al abundant harvest Of peace