Weekly Trinity journal., 1860-09-08
TRINITY JOURNAL.
An cold Ofcnder.S
BIZ MADGE C4RROt,

IhAfN N'''''''~'
A fair srring moon was gliding far up in tne
azure beauty Of the skv, taking co-uizanoe of
The earth and its Inhabitants n the absence of
her lord the sun, and sensing her silver-vinged
messengers hither ar.I thither on curious dainty
errauds Over tie white sails far out at sea, the
still, broad praries. the grand old rocks, the
meande ring waters those fairy workers strayed,
lift :hr the mst.va from the valleys, or lighting
sne purple darkness of the silent wood and
lending wOndrous grace and softness to all they
touched. They kissed an orchard white ana pink
with blossoms, then with peary fingers parted
the crocus leaves from a chamber window and
rested reverentlv on little child's head. A
sweet young child at her mothers knee. singing
her evening hymn-praying her evening prayer.
1t was as if holy lamp Illuminated that room,
peacefully bright the heavenly radiance shOne,
revealing the calm-mOiher face the richest bloom
Of which had been borne into thc face OF her
child, and into which had passed, with passing
wears, a spiritual serenity that told Of a mind
dwelling in peace with God and good will to-
wards all His children.
"Our Father which art in heaven in sweet
lisped accents came from the infant mouth Not
q breath of wind stirred the crocus blooms and
yet were their golden leaves gently showered
over the two, mother and daughter. Was heaven
so near that its angels came crowding about the
open easement?
Halowed be thy name" With thrill, all
nature Dreahed the sweet response.
"Thy kingdom come" The blood OF martyrs
cried out for it from the ground, and weary of
warning with ever.c ontending wrong, million
sorrowing hearts united in the piteous suppca-
ion.
"Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven"
The words went forth music-winged, and not
alone from infant lips.
Give us this day our daily bread" Every
where hungering and thirsting souls awaited the
down.dropping of the heavenly mama.
Forgive us our debts, as we forgive our
debtors. And lead us not into temptation, but
deliver us from cvil.h Thus the low-whspered
words ran on, dropping swcety from lips scarce
conscious Of evil, while over the earth The voices
Of the sorely tempted and down-trodden were
lifted up heavy with this suppcaton "Delver
from cVil.n
For Thine is the kingdom"
"The kingiom Of good, oh, Father" respond
cd the mothers soul, her breast thrilled with
divine rapture.
"And the power, continued the little one.
"The power to work out Thine own right
purpose" said the mother.
And the glory" said the child.
"Ana the glory, for thou wilt whispered
the mothers faith.
"The Kingdom, and the Power, and the
Glory" The angel ehorisor rang it over the
eternal hils and the deeps of the jasper sea sent
up the glad acclaim.
Amen" concluded the infant peader
The mothers kisses pressed down on the
amber eprls, the rosy mouth, and the rounded
cheeks and then creeping very close to that
golden ladder WhereOn the angels ASCEND and I
descend, the fair child slept and dreamed of
heaven.
The OFFICER had testified that she was and old
oflender," 80 the Judge sentenced her to thirty
days.
An old o1enderp against whom or what
Why having no home, she Obstinately refused to
seek one, and remained in the street notwith.
standing the repeated warning of the guardian
of the night; therefore she offended the law
Not that the law cared particularly it mattered
naught to it that the loss of virtue caused loss of
home, friends, means, and that all these losses
combined sent her out into the midnight streets
1T mattered little how she conducted herself
elsewhere only she must not haunt those streets
She also offended the exquisite sensiblities of fine
ladies' and gentlemen as they strolled drcamily
along in the moonlight, or, in CAV parties
thronged from The different places of amusement
Not that it matiered much to them, her fading
beauty and lost estate but they did not like to
fee her she ought to be forced to keep out of
the way: And so the strong arm of the law
graspcd her frail, shrinking form, and bore her
out OF the way, not to protect to save, to lead
IRON temptation, and deliver from evil OBJ no
She bad offended she must be punished
That night the wind made strange meanings
among the bare bonghs OF the orchard trees
The slender branches Of the cGocus tapped wparilv
against the frosted window pane of the lowly
cDaMber. Well might they, for the gloom of a
prison cell had closed around the form of Young
creature, who, when child, had knelt there at
her poor mothers knee
Ah, it is but the old, old story to tell over
again, OF death depriving the young girl of home,
care and protection when her awakening life
most needed botb and then of grnd gingly given
and scantily paid labor, and next temptation
Believe me, it is not oftenest the soft, smooth
way Of libertnism that lures oar fair young sis
ters 10 destruction. 1t is the wealthy and re-
spectacle merchant and manufacturer who forces
them down for lack of the veriest comforts which
HER miserable doled pttance renders forever
beyond their means. Want and sorrow came and
pressed their dark fnger-ma on the life-page
ol ms lone and lovely girl pressed down SO
crlelly, so long, that when the darker shadow,
whose very imprint leaves a stain, drew ON apace,
it grew to seem not so much heavier than those
mat had come before: and then it promised
brightness and gradually she believed and be-
lleVing, she was lost.
In that quiet parlor all was calm and bright,
ana the ealmness and brightness were reflected
In the face of the lady who sat there But with
ont the storm ragged on in the darkness, seeming
10 spend It's utmost fury on the youthful head
that drooped YEARLY against the window pane.
lbe parlor door opened and a fond. smiling
nurse entered win little curly-headed boy,
clad in his snowy night-robes on whose sweet
eyclids sleep was weighing heavily.
rIlcnnie wouldn't say his prayers upstairs, to-
night said the nurse g he says the Lord can't
hear so well il he doesn't say them at your side
The little knees where bent, the dmpled hands
clasped. the wee, sweet face upraised, and the
low dove'tones went murmurng through the
room.
"Delver MS from evilp The houseless head
on which the rain was falling bent lower, the
lace pressed down on the window SILL aud the
worn cheeks were wet as the storm had not wet
them' the irail frame was shaken as the wind had
not power to shake it, while up through the
darkness went a dreary moan "Delivcr me
from evil, for Thine only Thine, is the power
oh, God !"
Morning came and the storm vas over The