Weekly standard. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1858-1865, 1864-09-28

DAY. we must not Roget the Ninety nine
favors because the hundredth is not grant
ed. The Lord gave, and the Lord taketh
away"
"Oh, sir, tits beautiful to hear ye talk;
you always say summit so comfortln,
feelin', an sensible like. One is ashamed
to grumble atore you, 'tisso selfish and
ill-nat lred."
"But how are the little ones, Mary!"
I" I can't say much for 'em, sir-they be
bat poorly" -.- >s,.3.
"They have had some food to-day, 1
hope = $50.
"'Tis early yet, sir" It was past mid
day. /" But indeed they hante WE'LL"
"Did they cat any thing last night be-
fore lying down %
"Baby had sup O. Cruel out - James
cup, but Billy an. Jacky, an the t'other
ent had nothing"
"And your
ooh, sir, God be praised, I am used to-
it. Ten years is long 'prentisage. Ills
snrprisin' how the famine feeds ITSELF. An
then, the childern's cries, an him a dyin',
drives the thought away from me. | ant
got the hard stomach o hunger, sir; It's
lnfeelin' in mother"
No wonder she did not feel the gnaw-
ings of want she had passed her being
into other existences; she had lost her
identity in the wife and the mother.
+" Well, well, we must do something for
the children, Mary" 800
"Oh, sir, did ma come for that. What
I wants is work. You ha' coined atween
us an death many's time. But indeed,
what ! am here for, is, afore Jeames goes
l wish he could see You, sir, an talk WI
you bit. His mind be strange an I'M
comfortable like, about religion.
II thought him believer, Mary"
"Mayhap he be; but men tell their
wives what, if they could. they would hide
from God, an | ha' heerd him say awful
things; he war always SO courageous like.
Howsomdever, his hour be come, an he
ha' losed his DARN, an believes jist like a
child. thought it he could only see You,
sir" ..'.-..
Mr.. Godfrey rang the bell. An aged,
but notable servant woman came.
Martha, bring Mrs. Fielding little
warm bread and milk"
"Oh, 10, no, sir! :'Tis only my way,
what you see in my face; [ war Away
palish like-leastways this many day.
Martha, who had prompsly obeyed her
master, returned in few minutes with a
basin
There, take that gently, Mary ; it will
warm you" =
Will you forgive me, sir2 Indeed l
can not. 1t 'ud choke me. The child'en
tho poor hungry child'en, sir!"
"They shall be thought Off Mr.. God
frey lett the room, returning shortly after
with his long surtout buttoned closely up,
and small parcel in his hand,
This contains a loaf, Maryland some
thing else-you know what to do with it.
Let me have the ticket when | call, which
will be in the course of the evening -
Leave inc now"
The comtorted mother looked on Hea-
VEINS minister and then up to heaven, and
passed noiselessly through the small door,
with faith, hope, and maternal love-the
three strongest pulses of the heart-to sup
port her. She had had the only tull and
perfect lessen Of religion-charity. But
she did not know, until she got to the
pawnshop, that the poor curate had taken
his only waistcoat from his back to feed
her children. Then, indeed, the tide OF
religion came strong upon her. So true
tits, that one act of kindness is worth a
volume OF sermons in converting people
The cura'e's vest was baptismal robe to
the unregsnerated spirit of Mary Fielding,
the freethinking potter's wife.
1t was on an evening in the middle Of
June that Mr.. Godfrey passed along to the
potter's cottage. There had been some
smart refreshing showers during the day
and the grass was healtsly green, and the
flowers were vigorous and balrny, and here
and there was the restless uneasy clirp, If
the tree or hedge, of the young bird il
its nest. The sheep were settling dow1
for the night in the meadows; and the
COWS, after milking, were scattered oye
the distant pasturages. At intervals Their
was an unyoked horse exulting in abamd
ance and freedom. The poor saluted Mr.
Cooley as he passed, and the rich cordial
ly greeted him, for he was universally be
loved.
"AH Gods works are beautiful and hap
py," said he to himself, as he wound among
| the green lanes, and gazed upon the broae
benignant sky. "Man alone makes th,
world miserable. can not think the dc
sign of Providence was to make the che
OF a Joyous creation wretched there mus
be some key to human felicity. The de
:; parting sun shines on these dingy cottages
and the few struggling flowers bloom
cheerfnlly, and cast their sweetness abroa'
: on the air. Outside is Gods work with
in, is MANS"
And the crrste entered the cabin {
James Fielding, the potter.
There had evidently been preparation
to receive him. The clay floor was newt
sprnkled and swept; and the few article
OF crockery and china, nearly all mi
shapen. or otherwise defectiye. were E