The southern enterprise. [volume] (Greenville, S.C.) 1854-1870, 1860-11-01
GREENV SOUTH CAROLINA THURSDAY MORNING NOVEMBER 1860


The last rays of the setting sun stole
tbrohgh the dancing leaves, and shed a
golden radiance over, lovely garden,
imparling an additional beauty 10 every
bud and blossom. But the f.irest flow
er upon which the sunbeams shone vas
a pale, spiritual child, who stood inIal.
ing the .pesfumed air, and surveying
with apparent delight, The ,mhny-hued
flowers. As she looked and admired,
her blue eyes sparkle6, and f,in, color
just tiHgcd her check. as if reflected
from the roses, which, rs she passed,
scattered their blushing petals upon her
head. Presently her attention was
Withdrawn from the flowers, and direct.
ed to the western sky, which the suns
departing rays had died with gorgeous
hues. The trees upon the mountains 5
brow seemed ms if painted upon The
glowing horizon, and clouds Of silver
white, tinted off with gold and crimson,
foated above them. "a. " .r".t a'f
AS the child stood enrap.ured with
the beauty of the sky, light fingers
strayeH through her sunny tresses, fond
eyes were bent upon her, and voice
sweet and gentle said, "Of what are
you thinking, Lille" The child point.
ed upward with her slender finger, say.
ing, fs', aE.f. o,.t =
20, mamma how beautifrl! How
lshould like to be away up there with
the angelsr r'@a s.tf - ~ ,'rfs
The mother looked up and answ cred,
"Yes, darling, the clouds are very beau
tiful tonight" ... .H...s -..'''.. .. l
But, mamma, do you know what
makes them beautiful? lido; il is be.
cause The angels are in them, and was
just thinking that when died, m ,ybe
would look tight down here some timc.
upon yoa, mamma. Say, don't you
think | will 7" - .,.t -.
The mother made no reply, for tears
were in her eyes, and a shadow upon
her heart ;'and tenderly embracing the
fragile little creature, and kissing her
white brow, she tried to divert her
thoughts. .... .. .. ..-
But the child continued, Mamma,
want 10 be an angel; but don't want
to die, as little Bessie did. and be pu.
into the cold ground. You won't let
me die and be buried up, will you,
mamma ln 4g.: r- ...-....... .,...'
"When the Saviour calls my little
lamb, | shall have togive her up. Ynu
would be willing to GO to Jesus, and
never be sick any more, wouldn't you,
darling 2" r'as'
Yes, mamma, il He would take me
to the beautiful sky ! but, g, mamma
| don't want to he put into the ground" )"
The mother kissed the fearful eyes,
and ~caressed tile trembling forln.A
" Don't voureme n Der, darling, the dark
little root which You saw me plant right
here in the springi" ..."' .''s@ -
"Oh! yes, mamma, I remember yor,
dug little hole in the ground and put
it in, and then you covered it all up"
Do you know what became of that
little root, Lilhe.w '."
"Yes, mamma, ] do" replied the
child, with frightening eyes. :" It came
up With teo lovely green leaves, aud il
grew into. this tall shrub, which has So
many beautiful flowers upon it," ..-
4" II had not ylanted The root in the
cold ground, would we have those sweet
flowers, which you love so well, Liilie9'
"No mamma, we would not"
'"Listen TO me, darling we must die,
and be buried up in the cold ground,
that our spirits may rise up, asthe flow
ers do above the earth, in beauty and
purity to heaven. If we do not die,
my child, we can never 20 to heaven
to live with Christ and the angels"
The child looked for an instant npon
the flowers. then exclaimed, with lfer
face and blue eyes radiant With hope.
." o mamma do not feel afraid now
die and be burie3 up in tile ground,
because | shall rise up far more beauti.
fnl than AIN now. to live away up in
tho blue sky with Christ and the an.
gels" i. r.,..n u sul
And little Lille never thought again
of being afraid to die; but when at
length she lay upon her little bed, and
could not walk, or be carried out into
the garden TO look at the flowers and
the sunset clouds, she thought Of that
beau .iful home whittier she was going,
and as her blue eyes closed in death,
she murmured,
"Mamma, l am not afraid to be put
in the ground, for ain going to be an
angel" .nsr, ,s.~t
ANEcDoTE OF WAsnrSoToS.-Dur.
ing the Revolution corporal was Civ.
ing orders to his men, who were en-.
deavoring to raise heavy log to the
top Of somo military works they were
repairing. An officer not in military
costume, was passing and asked the
commander why he did not aid. The
latter, turning around with all the pomp
of AN emperor, said, "Sir, / am a cor
poral." 81 ask your pardon, Mr.. Cor.
poral," said the officer, dismounting,
tilted till the work was finished, when
turning to the commander he said,
:" Corporal, when you have another
such job, and have not men sufficient.
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