The Emporia news. [volume] (Emporia, Kan.) 1859-1881, 1860-12-15
THIS THANKSGIVING.
GO, call Jenny from her spinning,
Go, call Josey from the mill.
For I'm going on a journey.
That IS very long and still"

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THIS Thanksgiving = ah. its story is
shortly told. True. eleven children gath
cred aroud Mr.. Bake's table, but like the
man who, when he had an hundred sheep,
and one went astray, left the ninety and nine,
and went into the mountains to seek thai
which is lost" so did their thoughts leave
the eleven and go out towards the eternal
mountains, to the Savior's fold, whittier
their bligbIed lamb had been taken.
When they were preparing for Thanks
giving this year, they could not appreciate
the turkey that Jamie had selected and fed
with his own hand until week before be
went away.
After Joseph had brought his family. he
went over to get Julia; she had made a rea
orthodox, New England pudding, just sucl
one as her fathers mother had always
made Thanksgivings, when they lived on
true, puritan soil, but forty miles from
where the Nay Floaoer landed.
Julia's advent gave unusual pleasure,
probably on account of the baby tucked
snugly under her Shawl wonderful baby
it was. just Eve weeks old, with its fathers
handsome features and the blue eyes of it,
mother. 1t was wrapped in embroidered
fannes and muslins, and over ali white
merino cloak: the cloak was little too fan.
ciful its grandmother thought, but as it was
present from its papa's sister which hen
bouncing baby had outgrown, the little Que
wore it with an economical gravity becom
ing the family circumstances. Susan, Har-
rvs oldest daughter, was soon in the rocking
chair, ready to take Aunt Julia's baby
Harry's children, I forgot to say, were re.
markedly quiet and useful-so much more
so than some of their cousins, that it seem
ed they must have been born on the condi'
tion that they would never make any trou
BILE, and do all the good they could. Nons
realized so fully as on that day how closely
the little invalid entwined about their hearts
"We dream not of loves might,
Till death hath rob d with soft and solemn right
The image we enshrine. Before that hour
Wehave but glimpses Of the o'eFmastering power
Within US aid.
After the supperdishe were washed and
put away, and the pledge of a renewed meet
ing made, Mrs. Blake brought out the trunk
containing Jamie's treasures, to divide some
of them among the children. There were
little gifts from Harry's girls, books and
toys from Mark son and the other boys.
and there was the four bIaIed knife he had
priced 50 highly. and with which he had
| wrought such cunning images for the chill
dren.
Here. George. you brought this last
Thanksgiving. now you may have it again. -
said his grandmother. putting the knife
towards him.
mo, I can't take that knife, grandmoth
er. you keep it," said George. hastily.
Il was not time for unnecessary words
-she laid down the knife, and taking ut
JAMES bible handed il TO George. speak
ing partly to herself. ard with clearer
voice an you would have supposed. "Hc
that getteth wisdom Ioveth his own soul;-
the fear of the Lord is the beginning of wis
DOM
After returning to the other children their
gifts. Mrs. Blake laid her THANKSGIVING dres.
-thst day Mark and Harry brought their
mother black dress-in the little trunk
shut down the lid and put ii carefully away
Sainted Jamie! early was thy mission.
work completed. In life's morning vert
thou made perfect through suffering. and
long will the east window, in whose sun
light thy beautiful face exhsled, be TO mourn.
eFs . hslloged spot