Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1858-05-19

1 Don. hose! hose! look at This rloOOn!-
And oh, those buttons! Fred, l do be
lieve they are for your new coatl Oh
and those studs, father, where did yol
get them? What's in that box? A brace
let for Rose, I knowl oh, how beautiful
perfectly exquisitl And here-oh!'
Here something happened to CHECK
the vOluhility of the little speaker;-for
as she has ily, and with the license of Z
petted o'.'ii pulied the articles from The
parcel, she was startled to find lying
among the numerous colored things a
black Grape veil. Sombre dark, and i'll
omenss. enough it looked there, with
pink. .sana lilac, and blue and glitlering
byouterie aroundit
Amy dropped it with instructive re-
pugnance, and there was general ex-
clamation, Mamma, what's this? how
came it here? what did you get this for?''
"StrangeT" said Olivia; sit is a naourn-
ing gea OF course l did not order it.
How it came in here nobody knows; ii
must have been mistake of the clerk. -
"Certsinly it is a mistake" +" said Amy;
eve have nothing to do with mourning,
have we?"
mo, to be sure; what should We
mourn for?" chimed in lille Fred and
Mary.
''What dark, ugly thing ii is!'' said
Amy, unfolding and throwing it over her
head; how dismal il must be to see the
world through. such veil as thisl''
"And yet ill one has seen the world
through a veil like that, one has never
truly lived" said another voice, joining
in the conversation.
"Ah, Father Payson, are you lhere?"
said two oil three voices at once.
Father Payson was the minister of the
village, and their nearest neighbor; and
not only their nearest neighbor, but their
neares! friend. In the afternoon of his
years, life's day with him now stood at
that hour when though the shadows fall
eastward, yet the colors are warmer, and
the songs OF the birds sweeter, than even
in its iubjlant morning.
God sometimes gives 10 good men a
guileless and holy second childhood, in
which the soul becomes childhke, not
childish, and the faculties in full spirit
and ripeness are mellow without sign of
decay. This is that songful land of Beu-
lah where they have travelled manfui-
ly the Christian way abide awhile 10 show
the world perfected manhood. Life,
with its battles and its sorrows, lies far
behind Them; the soul has thrown off lis
armor, and sits in an evening undress oi
calm and holy leisure. Thrice blessed
the family. or neighborhoo1 that num-
bers among il one oil these not yet as
cended saints! Gentle are they and tol
Grant, apt to play with little children,
easy TO be pleased with simple pleasures,
and with plying wisdom guiding those
who err. New England has been bless
ed in numbering many such among her
country pastors; and spontaneous, in
slinclive Difference honors them with the
title Of Father.
Father Payson was the welcome in
male of every family in the village, the
chosen even OF the young and thought
less. He had stories for children, Jokes
for the young anG wisdom for all. He
'talked good" and as the phrase goes,
not because he was a minister, but be-
cause. being good. he could not help it;
vet his words unconsciously TO himself.
we've often parallels, because life to him
had become all spiritualized, and he saw
sacred meanings under worldly things
The children seized him lovingly by
either hand and seated him in the arbor.
''Is'nti it strange" said Amy; "to see
this ugly black thing among all these
bright colors? such a strange mistake in
the clerk!'
"If one were inclined TO be supersti-
cious," said Albert; ''be might call this
an omen."
"What did you mean. SIR" asked
Rose, quietly sealing herself at his feet,
''by seeing life through this veil'?'
"It was parable, my daughter" he
said. laying his hand on her head.
Il never have had any deep sorrow, -
said Olivia, musingiy; 1--WE have been
favored ones hitherto. But why did you
say one must see the world through such
medium as lhis?''
SORROW is Gods school," said the
Olu mdu- Lh GA OOu own son was mol
made perfect without it; though son,
yet learned he obedience by the things
that he suffered. Many OF the brightest
virtues are ike stars; there must be nigh,
or they cannot shine. Without suffering
there could be no forti,ude, no patience,
no compassion, no sympathy. Take all
sorrow out of life, and you take away all
richness and depth of tenderness. Sor-
row is the furnace that melts selfish
hearts together in love. Many are hard
and inconsiderate, not because they lack
capabilily of feeling, but because the
vase that holds the sweet waters has
never been broken
"Is it, then, an imperfection and mis-