Weekly Trinity journal., 1861-10-12
An Affecting Incident.

An Affecting Incident.
A little daughter of ten years old, lay on her
dcath-bcd. The golden hair, the loving blue
eyes. the bird like voice, the truthful, affection
ate. large hearted child how could she be given
up. Between this child and her father there had
always existed, not a relationship merely, but the
love of congenal nature. lie fell on his knees
by his darlngs bedside and wept bitter fears
He stroye to say, but could not, "Thy will be
donelv II was a conflict between grace and ma
ture. such as he had never before experienced
His sobs disturbed the child who had been lying
apparently unconscious. She opened her eyes
and looked distressed.
Papa, dear papa" said She at length.
What, my darng?' answered her father,
striving for composure.
Papa" she asked, in faint, broken tones,
" bow much-do cost you-every year,
Hush, dear be quiet?" he replied in great
agitation for be feared delirum coming
" But, please, papa, how much do cost you ~
To soothe her he replied. though with shak
ing voice. "Well, dearest, perhaps two hundred
dollars. What then, darling ?"
Because. papa, | thought-may be-you
would lay out this year for poor children-to re-
member me by
With what DELICATE instinct had the dying
child touched the strings Of comfort ! A beam Of
heavenly Joy cleaned ini0 her fathers heart, the
with his life. Self was forgotten-the sorrowful
parting. the only future. Nonght remained but
the mission Of love, and thrill of gratitude that
in ii he and bis beloved were co-workers
al WILL my precious child" he replied, kissing
her brow with solemn tenderness.
Eyes" be added after pause, " | will do it
every year, as long as l live And thus my Lii
lan shall yet speak and draw hundreds and thou
sands after her to heaven!"
oIs ~, al forfh in
loving smile gaze into her fathers eyes and still
gazing she fell asleep. Waking in few minutes,
she spoke in loud clear voice, and with look
Of ecstacy:
/ 90, papa, what sweet sight? The golden
gates were opened, and crowds of children come
pouring out q, such crowds And they ran up
to me and began to kiss me and call me by my
name. | can't remember what it was but it
meant Beloved for the fathers sake =" She
looked upwards, her eyes dreamy, her voice died
/ into a whisper. /" Yes, yes, come ! come !"
and the lovely form lay there untenanted by the
| lovlier spirit
John Lee rose from his knees with a holy
triumph on his face "Thank Cod" said he, 'I
am richer by another treasure in heavenW
One OF THE HARD CAsEs.-Ee tea and all
other cures for drunkness that human science has
devised have been tried in vain on Mr.. Simeon
Tate, an old gentleman residing in the north
some desperate remedies, such sleeping large
quantities Of jaap, aloes, ipecacuanha, &c, in
SimeOn's grOg, but he still continued to drink
with undimnshcd relish and the consequences OF
this dosing system was more troublesome to Mrs
Tate herself than to Simeon her husband. Being
drunk every afternoon, within an hall an hour
after he began his day 5 jollifcation, $50 rapidly
did he pour down the liquor,) he never felt the
slightest Inconvenience or unpleasant sensation
on account Of the medicine he had swallowed
At last Mrs. Tate bethought herself of another
plan of making a reformed drunkard of her lord. |
With the assistance OF her two brothers she caus-
ed her husband, while in state of insensibility.
to be conveyed to an apartment provided for
the purpose, in another house, and Il man with
whom MIR. Tate was acquainted was employed to
stay with him until he recovered the use OF bis
senses. This attendant had received bis instruc-
tiOns, and was prepared to act part which was
designed to irighten Mr.. Tate out of his bad
habits.
1t was near midnight when Simeon awoIle and
found bimsefIying on a pine table in a dim and
strange apartment. Raising himself on one elbow,
he looked arond until his eyes rested Oh a man
seated by stove and smoking cigar.
Halo where am p said Simeon.
"In the Medical College, answered the cigar
smoker.
What doing there?"
Going to be cut up"
How comes that?'
why you died yesterday while you were
drunk, and we bought your body to make ma
tony"
ITS lie ; I am not dead"
"No matter; We bought your carcass from
your wife, who had right to sell it, for it's all
the good she could ever make of you. If you
are not dead that's not the fault OF the doctors,
and they'll cut yOu up dead or alive
" You will do it. eh p asked the old sot.
"Aye, to be sure we will-now directly" was
the answer.
" Wei, emit you let ns haze a little suthin' to
d,iaf before you bfgin ~
Mrs Tate and her brothers were hard by out
of sight, listening to the dialogue. SimeOn's
last speech convinced them that the was
hopeless, and it is not likely that any other at
tempt will be made to reform him.