The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1864-02-19

trying to rouse Hatty to walk, she found she
could not even wake her fully. A few more
attempts at carrying her, and she sank down
IN despair. The streaks of sunshine that
mad glmmered through the cd faded quite
away, and still she sat beside that still form
herself almost rigid with fear. She could
not leave it, she must wait for help to come.
lhe darkness grew deeper, and the silence
more profound. Mary thought Of the cheer
ful home, where their kind mother was ex-
pectlng them, and how distressed she would
be II she could see them now. Then she re-
membered how disobedent and ungrateful
she had been, and how the wil!fulness and
self-confdence that had brought her into this
trouble, was always grieving that good moth
er. And oh, now came thoughts of God
her heavenly Father. She seemed alone
with Him, and she must answer to Him for
this sin. There in the darkness she saw
herself and her sins as she never did before.
! Would God listen to such a wicked girl,
she thought. She mast pray to Him, her
need was so great. And she did truly pray
kneellng on the ground, with bitter tears she
confessed her fault, and besought the Lore;
to save hatty, and to send them help. 90
Cod she said, i: is my wicked, proud, stub
born will that has brought us into this dan
ger. Oh DO not punish my poor little sister
tor my sins, but save us quickly, and let moth
ing harm US. For Jesus sake
Well, though the minutes seemed hours,
they did pass away, and at last, in the twi-
light, Mary heard the sound of wheels. 1t
was her father as you will guess. Mary S
heart would have bounded for Joy, as she
called aloud, and his voice answered, but it
was too heavy with fear about Hat:y. What
would he say when he saw how sick and
strange she looked AS the wagon came
near, and he jumped hastily down, she cried,
Oh papa, punish me, punish me! Some
things the matter with Hatty. She don't
answer NE. She's been all cold, and now
she's burning up
Mr.. Allen lifted his little darling tenderlv,
and only said with choked voice, Mary, we
must hurry home
He felt, suppose said Mrs Nelson, to
her little auditors, that God had taken Ma
rvs punishment into his own hands. For
though It had been great already, it did not
end here. Hl;ty had a feyer-a terrible
brain fsver-hcought on b. the blow, and
the chill and the fatigue of that afternoon
She did get well at last, but for long, long
weeks her life was in great danger. Sad
weeks they were for the guilty Mary, bat
they were useful to. They wrote deep in
her heart the lesson she learned in the for
est; they broke her stubborn will. She felt
now her ignorance and folly-how little she
could trust herself, and how much she needed
guidance.
She grew to be a humble child, learning
obedience to her parents and to God, her
best Friend. For, dear children, if You do
not trust and obey your parents, how can
you trust God and obey Him? While we
are children, We must give up our will to those
who are older and wiser and all our life through
w must give it up to God. He only asks
it, because, like Mary Allen. We don't know
what is best for us, and are sure to suffer for
It Il We are lett TO our own way.-GenesSee
Dunn Brownies New Uabitation on the