The Grand Haven news. [volume] (Grand Haven, Mich.) 1858-18??, 1863-12-30

whaling vessel, and ho resolved TO accept
il. 1t cost him, no one knew what
struggle, to part from the being he loved
with an almost worshipped affection. But
he knew the time had come when he
must go forth into the world to battle for
himself and for heri and a sailors life
was his coveted calling.
:" 1t seems TO me, Henry" said the
mother, when, with trembling lip, she
parted from him, Gas if / must still put
light in the window. / shall think
sometimes that | hear the sound of your
pleasant voice. o, Henry, Henry, if l
could but light you over the stormy
waters"
The long voyage was ended-but an
other voyage was TO end before that
The widow Locke was taken i'll. Yet
with unfailing regularity, with feeble step
and trembling hand, nightly, the dear wo-
man trimmed the little lamp and placed
it in the window. Still when the bended
form could no longer totter about the cot
tage, when she lay helpless npOn the bed,
and the neighbors came in to care for her,
she would say "Put the little lamp in
the window; my Henry will be thinking
Of it,"
Night after night, and even until her
eyes grew dim, she would watch the ra-
dance of the Aickeriug light, only saying
something. Shall / live to hear his
footsteps? Will the feeble flame still
burn when life's light has gone outr'
81 have longcd to see him." she said.
al have prayed earnestly, but l have
given it all up now, shall not meet him
in this world"
Have you put the light in tho win
dow" she asked suddenly, a few mo-
men's after. 1t is growing dark"
Alas! it was not the light that was
growing dark.
Her hands grew cold. Over her coun-
tenance camc that mysterious shadow
that falls but once on any mortal face.
cob! my boy my boy" she whis-
pered: "Tell him,"-they bent lower to
catch her failing words---"tel him will
put a light in the window of heaven to
guide his footsteps there"
The thrilling sentence was hardly spo-
ken, when the shadow dropped from the
sufferers face, and it smiled in the calm
majesty of death. A funeral followed,
humble hearts attend the body of one
who was loved for her sincere goodness
all through the hamlet; and on the bill
side, in a little grave yard, she was bur
led.
Not many days after great ship came
into the port of busy city. Among all
those who stepped from the decks, none
were more hopeful, more joyous than
young Henry Locke. He had passed
through the ordeal of life at sea, so far un-
scathed. No blight of Immortality had
fallen upon him. He had kept himself
as spotless as if at every nightfall his feet
had been turned towards the door of his
mothers cottage. How bis heart bound
ed at the tho't Of her! Strangely enough,
he never dreamed she might be dead
1t did not occur to him that perhaps her
silver locks were lying under the lid of a
coffin. Oh no; he only thought Vt the
pleasant light in the window, that her
hands had trimmed for him. So he jour
neyed to bis native town.
Yonder comes one who trudges on lag
gingly;a farmer in heavy boots and frcck,
his whip in his hand. He cheers the Ia.
zy oxen, but suddenly stops, amazed.
al see you know me" said the sailor,
smiling. "Well, farmer Brown, how is
it-Y
"Know youG Why how tall you are
i So,"-bis eye drops, his mouth
trembles,-"s so you've got home"
"Yos and glad enough to get back
again, how is mother"
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