Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1862-12-05
FRIDAY, DECEMBER 5, 1862.

w '-AheI b'hs 'VN '" N"''" wv NJ''
words" tell him I will pu,a Ugh, in th
window OF heaven TO guide his loo,ster
there"
The thrilling sentence was hardly spoken
when the shadow dropped IRON the suffer
err. face, and IL smiled 10 the calm maics,..
Of death. A. funeral followed. humbl
hearts attended tho body OF ono who wa
loved for her sincere goodness oil througI
the hamlet; and on the hill side. ia a It'll
grave yard. she was buried.
No, many days after grea, ship cam
into the port OF busy city. Among al
those who stepped from the deck. nom
were more hopeful. more !pyiul. than younI
Henry Locke. llo had passed through ,h'
ordeal Of life q, sea. 90 far ubscathed. y,
blight Of immortality hal fallen upon him
lie had kept himself s .potle.. as II a, ov
cry niehtlall hi. fee, had been turned to
warns the door Of his mothers cottage
How bis hear, bounded as ho though, o
her Strangely enough he never dreamed
tha, ,he nigh, be dead. IL did no, occur
to him that perhaps her silver locks wer,
lying under the Id Of the colin. Oh. no
be only though, of,he pleasan, light in the
window, tha, her hand had trimmed for
him. 50 be jjourneycd to his native town.
Yondsr come. one who ,rudse. along lag.
cinsly-a farmer in heavy boots and irock
hi. whip in his hand. lie cheer. the lazy
oxen, bu, suddenly stops. amarsd.
Il SEQ you know me- aId tho young
sailor, smiling. well, farmer Brown,
how i.-"
Know you! why, how tall you are
So, ,"-hr' eye drops, his mouth tremoles-
Z" So you've got home"
"Ye.. and glad enough to sc, back
how i. mo,her7"
Your-mo,her." hs says, in a low. h-s-
i,ating way, that 'elcgraphs Ill tidings be-
fore they ate told in words.
"Yc--i. shs well' I. .hs expecting
mo- OF course che il; we're late by a
month. full "
Your mother. lIenry7 well-.hc old
LADY he plays with hi, whip, or rather
strike, i, hard on the dusty road. How can
hc crush ,ha, happy heart.
:. There, you need no, speak !" cried the
young man, in voice Of sudden anguish;
and hc recoilei, almo., staggering, from the
farmers side, aud buried hIs face in h.
hands.
Henry, my poor lad, your mother is"
"Don't. don't" cried the other, show.
ing now face from which all color had
fed. "Oh! my mother she is gone. gone.
-,nd am coming home 80 happy"
For some moments hs sobbcd IN agony
low drcary the world had grown The
aower. had los, their fragrance. the sun Its
warmth hi. heart seemed dead.
&" Henry. she left message for you."
said the old man, wipins his eyes with the
sleeve OF hi. iroek.
"a message Tor met seemed as II tho
white li?. could hardly speak.
Yes; say, she-'o my dame told me,
and - the minister said" Tell my Henry
will pu, ligh. in the window Of heaven
TO guide his foo;s,ep, there"
"Dii she; oh. did she say tha.'" God
ble.. you for telling me AL my long voy.
age I have though, OF the lgh. in her little
window. have seemed TO SEQ 1t streaming
along. along down - the loot OF the hill,
ill IL grew brighter and brighter as drew
nearer. A light IN the window OF heaven
Yes. mother. | will think you are still wait
ing Tor me. could not SEQ you in these
lops years. bu, knew the light was burn
ins. lcanno, eco you now. bu, know
that the light is burning.
Re,erently he wen, TO the hillside grave.
yard. and there he knelt and wep, upon her
lOWiN EENc' Dus Hot Nheio HV NhVSs"N w
her. A sweet vision was youch'aied him.
All robcd in heavenly garments. he saw the
beautiful soul he had called mother, aud
streaming from tho brightness OF her glori'
ous home, a slender beam seemed to come,
embling to hi. feet. Then he knew the
ligh, was placed in the window OF heaven.
Once more no knel, in the little room
where he had lef, her. Nothing was moved
but how much was wanting! There on the
window..ill stood the little lamp-ihai drew
the tear, airesb. But he took hi. mo,her''
we'll worn Bible, and kneelins by her bod.
side. as IL she could bear him, he consecra.
ted himself to life and work OF righteous
ue.. From that cottage ho went out into
the world. carrying his grief asa saered
memorial. but seeing always. wherever his
work led him. his waiting mother, and the
lamp in the window OF heaven.