Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1860-06-13

thought of grieving the dear Savior, make
:. her wretched. Besides have never ye
known her to tell me an uDtruth, and oh
her little soul seems so full of love for ev
erything God has made If she had al
this wiekedness in her. it seems to me il
would come out sometimes
'Ah, it will it will, replied Aunt Becky
and with three sighs, each just yard long,
she continued-'In spite of all you can do,
the blackness and corruption aoW leak out
somehow. Oh, it's an awful thing, this
heart of ours; hard as a stone, and black
as ink. and sOt against every good thing,
just like flint
But l tell you, aunty, my little Tiney
isn't set against every good thing; she loves
to be good. Oh! wish you could see her
(tears welled over the gentle blue eyes
when she comes to me every night, looking
so pure and heavenly, and says-"Have [
been good to-day, mother? Does Jesus
love me as he loved the little children?''
oh!it goes right into the depths Ofmy heart,
that earnest question, and there is sweet
echo there-"Have l been good to-day. OH
my Heavenly Fathcr?'
'Ange, you're making an idol of that
child, that's just what you're doing, said
Aunt Becky, with unusual asperity. as she
felt her favorite theory tremble under these
simple words. and think it's my duty to
tell you that God don't allow anything to
come between Him and His children. Be-
fore you know it. Ange, His anger will
smite you like a thunderbolt, and you'll
be riven from root to branch, just as that
splendid pine tree was last summer, in front
of my winder. l do wish you wouldn't
put your trust in an arm Of flesh
But, aunty.' and the sweet tones were
even milder, for she subdued the indignant
feelings that had been so rudely called forth
Il told you loved God better since my
child came, do; am conscious of much
lOfticr and purer aims Icall Him Father
now, in sense never felt before. can
see Heaven in my mind sometimes-Heav-
en-! the garden of these beautiful child
fowers-Heaven! radiant with the white.
ness Of their innOcence-oh, aunty please
don't tell me my little child is so wicked
50 deceitful, so full of evil, that if 1 believ-
ed it, it would make me shudder to press !
her to my heart. 1t don't do me any good,
and l aoiA train her for Heaven
'Umph umph p muttered Aunt Becky,
her eyes swapping under her spectacles.
Neon came, and handsome, upright o
figure, with eyes full of love light, as his t
arms clasped wife and child. But there q
was shadow on the most noble brow from b
which his wife swept the curling hair. t
Bless my heart Ange, you look sorrow 4
full; what the matter?' be asked, as after
dinner the trio sat together, Aunt Becky a
having gone to take her usual nap n
i almost wish she wouldn't come, said
the gentle little wife, few tears pOising
themselves on the end of her long lashes.
She; who, darling?' 81
Aunt Becky. A shadow comes with Q
her. Ifmy mind feels peculiarly clear, g
and l am happy, she is sure to sweep by Ii
and throw great cloud over me- de- t.
clare to you. dear Henry, it's Ike pail,
and she's sort of spiritual undertaken te
'Whew! why, what's up now? You GER D,
tainly ought not to be troubled, you little 81
fairy, nothing to do but to love and be low sa
ed, while we men-but no matter; (the D,
shadow passed across his brow again what
sort of a shrOud has Aunt Becky been try tn
ing to wrap you up in?' hc
oh! telling me how wicked our sweet at
little Tiney is. dear angel know she is
not corrupt She is the work of God :.
He gave her to me pure, and l am to keep 9,
the weeds out of her little heart-to give -
back my trust as it was given tome. Am -
not right l
Always right murmured her husband |.
With fond intOnatiOn; oh, Angc, cherish ~
b, belief that you must render your jewel
back to the hands that gave it, undimmed.
visible placed his lips firmly togeth-
II, and buried his face in his hands. e
The little wife was at his side, her arms 60
Olded about him-her hands playing III
through the thick curls
Your head is hot, she said, gently, 'and sh
noticed that your eyes were heavy; come, ap
ct me- bathe the poor brow, weary with 60
thinking SIN
No, no. DEAR his lips were rigid no wi
Onger-the old sunny smile had returned. git
l cannot spare the time, Ange; I've got to to
Erite write, write, all the afternoon; piles ha
# work to do. / must 90 now. By the
way, shall return early. Have my study slo
warmed, if you please it's so much more no
comfortable to labor there. Good day, or,
arling; fly. my angel ? he cried. as the bel
'eautiful girl came bounding for kiss;
but, OH don't fly from me-evcn to Heav-
n
toy