The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1863-10-23

ont from cloud of snowy muslin; how he
watched her for year afterwards with all d
fathers care; how afterwards he grew neg
lectful, and repaid his little daughters love
with Indifference, often with cruel words and
blows. And now she was dying, and he
could not even ask her forgiveness
! But after while, the flush left Mary 5
face a natural expression came into her
eyes, and she looked about with faint smile
Of recognition. Her mind was no longer
clouded by delirium; she knew them all /;
and upon her father her gaze rested with
peculiarly tender look. Jesus, maybe, was
teaching her how to forgive.
Her mother met the gaze with a look of
ineSpressble longing. So she spoke:
"Oh. papa" she said, L" l have had such
beautiful garden: and it was full of flowers,
and brook ran right through it, and little
children-oh can't tell how many-were
playing under the trees, every one with a
bunch Of flowers IN his hand and they all
beckoIed me TO come, but l couldn't. for nv
clothes We're soiled, and | thong ht maybe
mother and Johnny would want me home.
The father sobbed with new anguish as
little Mary told item thus OF her fever
dreams. but he said q" You must get well.
dear, and you shall have a garden of yolr
own"
She looked at him with pleased face. but.
for time she did not speak. Then she
said, "No. papa, think Jesus wants me
dreamed of him last night, and something
told me | must 60 TO him after said good
by to you and mother
After this she did not speak for some time.
Then, suddenly raising herself in her bed.
she cried, There see him, he is calling
me. See how he smiles: and hold the
angels are singing, and there is great light
falling from the sky. Kiss ms. mamma tell
baby I'm going. He is calling me-oh, let
me CO." And again exhausted. she fell
back.
Then the agony Of the father burst forth
-" You must not die. daring: | cannot let
You go; and ne flung himself on the diving
child. and raising her On pillow. held her
as if he would snatch her from the very srasp
of death.
But it was all in vain. Little Mary had
indeed heard her Savior's call. i-p in heaven
there was a scat ready for her coming. and i
harp and crown which His dear blood had
bought, and at the gate Of the city troops of
angeis waited to welcome her homa
II was :. sad scene; the father bending
despairinSly over The dying child: weeping
. T~L--.. -i,---'
er resting her hand on the no, forehead
Ms. Grant Standing at the bed-foot
y few minutes ra>S'd. then, leohin. abou,
or the little group. Mary whispered. Kiss
HE again. mamma, and you, too. plpa-gocd-
hy, Johnny and in another momca: her
mead fell back, her hands dropped AZ ie.
side, ami Mary Wilson VAS dead
I SILL tell you how that nigh; ner iAther
sat II the corpse, dressed iy Mrs Grant in
re white; how Johnny stole in now AID
then . kiss the cold lips; how the mother.
hne ling, the next morning, with both f,:her
and sen, PRAYED :hat their present los night
pro'e az everlasting again ? Two days az
l. l.
church-yar:l, and for the first time in many
months, Tom Wilson walked TO and ffo aloag
the streets sober man. The touch OF little
Johnny's hand as he led him home from the
tavern had proved stronger than old tempta-
tions; the last look of little Mary's eyes vas
dearer than any gleam of the "cup that in
toxicates.'
a week after the villagers passing John
Wilson'S house saw him husiIy ii work with
in: the tavern lorngers no longer found nm
in their midst. God had called him through
Mary's death to better life: and he was
trying to walk firmly in the right way, ti,l,,-
iug temptation with bitter energy. but al
ways. by Gods help coming oil victorious.
Ten years have passed away and passing
that way have seen once more Jcha VIII
sons home. 1t is a pleasant and happy
home now, as it was in the beginning, back
in the golden Years when first he came into
il. \ garden has been laid oIt behind IT,.
and it is crowded full of flowers but there
is one rosebush with white railing round
it, which seems to be mole tenierly cared for
than any other. As We look at it, we see it
blushing all over with crimson hues. Il is
MARI's RosEBUsH, and Tom Wilson himself
waters and guards it" for" he says, Il
want TO be able to tell Mary, when | 60 TO
meet her up yonder. that her f,Hers are all
blooming again, making fragrant and beauti-
full the place where her own little hands once
nursed their stalks, and the home whence
God took her TO himself"
J Under tie windows of Thomas Wilson'S
home We see a manly little fellow of ten
, years or more. trimming a tender vine.
"Can you tell ue," we ask. where We cap
t find John Wilson ,"
&" He is at -- College, sii, ths b1y ar
} swers. 81 l am his brother Robert Father
, has gore to court, for he is q Judge now. sir
m other is al Mrs. Grar,'>; out if you are a
friend on johns would ike YOU TO come
, in. We are very proud of John. sir and