Pomeroy weekly telegraph. [volume] (Pomeroy, Meigs County, Ohio) 1860-1866, 1862-10-03

kept ON the sidewalk; wish he had
staid at home with his mother"
Alas! in this world there was nc
mother to keep him.
! The doctor came, said he was not dead
but would very likely die. There was s
hospital near. The poor thing had bet
ter be sent there. But the good woman
would not allow that. She would care
for him herself, she said. He had been
injured by enc of her horses, and she
felt it was her duty to attend to him
Besides it was likely the child had nc
mother. Such a boy as he, with face
SO sweet and girlish, so pure aud Iowa
BILE, would never be sent on the streets
like that, if he had mother. Besides
(and here her tears felD there was a lit
! mound net yetzgreen over just such
a child. No, no; it was not in her heart
to put the poor wounded by away
Let him stay, whether he lived or died
The weary, weary days passed on.
One morning the little boy opened his
dim blue eyes, but he did not know him
self. His glance fell weariy on hrs
hands. There were white bands around
|
bed was so snowy white, too, and Grim
son light fell over everything.
"Dear God! | am in heaven" mur
INJURED the child. Yes, God will take
care of me now
What vision of loveliness glanced
forth from the shadow behind the bed?
The rich cur Is fell around fsce of ex-
quisite beauty. The beaming eyes
looked love and gladness upon him.
sOh, yes there is an angel, he said
softly. Il am glad. They won't knock
me over again; they won't want me to
steal apples here; aud perhaps [ shall
never die again. Now L want TO see my
mother"
My dear boy, are you better this
morning. asked low, soft voice.
He turned slowly, wearily.
"Is it mother?'' ne murmured.
"Oh, yes" and there we're quick sobs
and tears; eyes, my little child, will
be your mother and you shall be my
son. Will you love me dearly?'
Eyes, | do love you mother; is it
heaven?"
Heaven! no darling, it is earth; but
God sent you here to our hearts, and you
shall be loved ana cared for. See, here
is "A little sister, you will be happy with.
Kiss him Nelly"
Her rosy lips touched his pile ones,
and heavenly smile lighted up HE face
The past Was not forgotten, but it vas
gone. No more mouidy crusts, oaths,
hard words and blows. No more beg
ging at basement doors, and looking
half furnished to envy dog gnawing
bone in the streets. No more fear of
rude children, who never knew where
their hearts lay; no more sleeping on
door steps, and listening 10 terror to
drunken quarrels of the vicious and de-
PRAYED.
Yes, the past was gone; and in the
rosy future were love, home, even God
and the angels. Certainly sweet spirits
had guarded that child, and guided him
out of seeming evil into positive good.
Surely henceforth he would put his
hand trustingly in theirs, and turn his
face heavenward. Yes, it was so to be.
The dear teachable child-a jewel picke ed
from the mire, brand sna .ched from the
buruing-was yet to illuminate the dark
paths Of this world with his holy,
heaven like teaching. Like dove he
was TO 20 forth over the waters, and
find the olive branch with which to gar
land his glad tidings Blessings, then
on all who hold their arms out toward
needy little children, making homes
arks Of refuge! Beautiful stars shall
they have in their crowns CT rejoicing,
fer surely there is no jewel brighter in
all the world, ard perhaps in all cter-
nifty, than the soul of little child.