The Highland weekly news. [volume] (Hillsborough [Hillsboro], Highland County, Ohio) 1853-1886, 1863-02-05

Dhy OI aSslSLa0Ce, uuu we WlSuJ uuNe
lided him aud never missed it,"
81 will have no beggars encouraged at
my house." was farmer Hardy's rejoiu-
der. "If Jones is in want let him ap-
ply to the trustees of the aims house"
Amelia did not answer. Her thoughts
were wandering to the desolato home
Of the poor man, and her mind was en-
gagged in forming plans for their relief.
Henry Jones was ill.6tted for the
trade of beggar, and the pressing wants
of his family alone urged him on. Leav-
ing farmer Hardy's he once more brav-
ed scorn and contempt; but all in vain,
Weary and worn he at last turned his
steps homeward. The midnight tenn
pest of despair was raging in his soul,
and as he thought Of his starving wife
and children, tears of bitter agony
coursed down his cheeks.
Amelia Hardy, in the meantime, was
not idle. The old farmer, after mo-
ment's silence, lighted his pipe, and
was soon enveloped in a cloud of smoke.
While thus engaged, his daughter stole
softly from the room, to put in prac-
tical operation her plans of relief.
She had recognized the man who had
applied to her father for assistance, ana
was deeply hurt at his refusal. Calling
the servant, she loaded him with all the
necessaries of life A basket was filled
with bread and meat. tea and sugar, to-
gether with some old clothes, and thus
with this burden, they proceeded on
their Journey 1t was two long miles
before she reached her destination, and
the cold was most bitter. But what
cared the noble girl2 She was on an
errand of mercy, and the warmth of the
fires of charity which glowed within her
heart, spread its genial influence
ItnrOupnOuI hoE ilaHS'
At last she reached the cottage of
Henry Jones. But what scene of
misery met her eye-greater even than
she anticipated. The walls were damp
and bare, nothing but bed of straw,
and broken table, made up the furni-
ture, and little, hungry faces peeped
from every corner. AS Amelia gazed
upon the scene of woe, she wept, and
mingled her tears with those of the fam
) ishing mother.
But light breaks in upon the scene
of darkness-the "silver lining" is dis
cerned beneath the black cloud which
so long had lowered over them, anC
! hopes bright rain bow spanned The
dark heavens. Like an angel of mer
= ey. Amelia took the basket, and as sht
raised the lid the children gathered
around her, and smiles lit up the moth
r er's face. Food was given to the hun
S CRY, clothing to the thinly clad, anC
: tea and sugar, and other luxuries to tn,
. invalid. Soon fire was kindled upol
the hearth, and as its flames rose up
ward they reflected the beaming coun
t tenances of the happy group. Over
whelmed with thanks, the kind mes
/, senger of help withdrew.
Longand auxiousIy Mrs. Jones watch
= ed for the return of her husband, to wei
= come him back to the long unknOw
s luxures of a comfortable meal, and
warm freside. Night came at last an
n the absent one entered. There was
u strange CLEAN in his eye, and a wildne'
= in his actions, but they saw it not'-
AS he entered he gazed around hin
70 ut he knew not what to make of II
&c scene,
"How came this food and FIRE in on
le house ?" he exclaimed.
3, "God sent one of his angels" vi
81 the reply.
"Who is it that has done this?" |
to asked.--"Miss Hardy, the friend of Il
t, poor. All this we owe to her."
'r There were rejoicings in that hou
of poverty, and the prayers of two sou
o we're waited to the throne of God, f
OF her, whose noble heart scorned not Il
TO beggar, and who saw in tho pale al
IN emaciated forms persOnification
Gods own image.
I'd Would to God, that in this world
ours were more of these angels of cart
v who fear no Contamination or disgra
et in alleviating the stipgs of poverty.
Il Col. Orland Smith, of the 73d Obi
formerly Receiver and Secretary of I