The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1861-10-04


his heart, which was ever bubbling up to the
light. Such was Arthur Brownly, His face
has never left my memory, long as it is since
it met my sight.
Some time after this, as walked listlessly y
home from school, one pleasant afternoon, in
the late spring, was startled to see the doc
tors gig before our door. Fearing my mo-
ther was sick, hurried forward, but she met
me as entered. a terrible accident she
said, had happened. Mr. Brownly's horse
lad run away, coming down Stony Hill, and
thrown him, and they had brought him in
there, and the doctor was with him now
Soon DIR Payne cane out and said he hoped
he was doing well, but it was very bad
fracture. He could not be moved on any ac-
count; SO, it my mother pleased, she must
keep him there little while. My mother
was glad to be Of any use to Deacon Brown
ly's nephew, and said she would do all she
could to keep him comfortable.
For several days kept away from the sick
room. My mother was an excellent nurse,
and was in her element, with some one to
care for and tend, ard felt that could be
Of no use. But her anxiety infected me, and
each day walked more briskly home from
school, to hear how Mr. Brownly was.
At last, one afternoon, my mother asked
ME to 20 in and sit with him, for she thought
he felt little lone V, and she had to 80 down
to the village OH al erland. SO Invent in,
carrying some fresh flowers in my hand. His
bed had been made on a large, old-tashloned,
lounge, and ne lay there looking paler than
ever, propped up by pillows. His smile was
SO bright as he welcomed me in, that the ra-
ther gloomy room seemed lit up with a sud
den radiance, or was it on ) that the window
was thrown wide open,and the sunset glowed
through the lightiy-stirred branches Of the
elm-trees -
i hoped you would come in and see me
some time he said and smiled again.
4 have brought you in some flowers
said. am very sorry for your accident. DO
you suffer much y
Sometimes very much, and it is hard for a
man to lie SO still, but as you came in, was
reading verse that makes it easier to bear
And he read from the Bb.r which Law open
before him: Even so, Father, for so it seem
eth good in ihy sight
| was touched at his cheerful patience. and
the tears rose in my eyes. He began to ad-
mire the flowers. What a beautiful rose he
said, and how lovely those yiolets, You
must have found them under the large stone
near the top Of the hill. saw Il perfect bed
Of them there the last time rode up. The
violet. Will be all gone the next time ! 90
up the hill think never saw them look
SO lovely as they did that day, 50 close under
the shadow of that beautiful stone, all cover
ed with moses and creeping vines. And
YOU have some lilies Of the valley. How
beautiful they are And now, will YOU ado
to the favor by putting them in a glass of
water hear me, where can see and smel
th.m?'
| had never cared great deal for flowers
and | was surprised to see how much pleas
ure these few that one of my scholars hat
brought me, could afford to him. noticed
how constantly he turned toward them, ant
with what delight.
He talked to me easily and pleasantly a
if he had known me for Years, and asked m,
many questions about my little scholars. HI
seemed to know them all for he spoke OF
Annie Robbins beauty, and Jenny Parsons,
sweet disposition, and Lzzy Jones's statel,
demeanor, and Charlie Swans unselfshness
ann the two Dentons' love for each other
and Sammy Green's handsome, saacy face
until | was ashamed to see how much of in
terest he found in those children who ha,
seemed so unintcrestinS to me- He told M
little anecdotes of them, showing that he ha,
had many chat with them when they can,
to the store on errands
You must be very fond of children, sale
'Oh. yes he answered, 'are no, you9 ant
looked little surprised as said:
Not very
lie then drew my attention to the sunset
and its wonderful blending of gorgeous tints
and | wondered that had been SO blind t
this daily glory.
! went out from that sick room arouse
from my usual lethargy saw the enioymel
this man had in the common things that la
around him, and l felt it was partly my ow
fault that my life had been SO joyless.
| AS | walked to school the next morning
thought of Arthur lying on his couch of pair
and knowing that he could see the sky fror
his window, | looked up to see how it locke
to him, and marveled at the beautiful blu,
and soft white clouds, as had never don
before. At school, the children he had spo
ken Of drew my attention, and watche
them as they developed, in the course of tn
day, the little traits he had mentioned, with
new interest.
When noon came, took my little lunch
basket, and climbed the hill to find the be
Of violets Of which he spoke,a sitting dow
there, thought over all he had said to mi
No one but mother had spoken very fami