The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1864-01-08

if it al-my Dot. The minute she saw US
sne dropped demurely upon both feet, and
bobbing her head, said, i've done brought
your work home"
My sister thought me demented, as, siez-
ing the child by both shoulders, exclaimed,
80 Dot where ever did you 60 to that Sun
day."
"Why Missis, l just ruined off till the
boys got in then clim up the post and
heard all the singin." She told US she be-
longed to old Mrs. Trouble, and Celeste, the
dressmaker, hired her to do erands. She
was wild with delight over our little baby,
said she looked powerful like white dai-
sy," and whan asked if she could not sing
the baby something, she broke out in one of
the Sunday school songs, . Canaan, bright
Canaan" baby wasn't half so electrified as
we were. Indeed, when first knew her, it
was only in her singing and in her eyes that
the tacinating part Of her nature revealed it
self to me. She talked IN the most reckless
style of the "orful lickings" Celeste gave
her when she got mad and told me in an
indescrbably jolly tone shat she didn't know
notiin, nor didn't wanter; she didn't reckon
it was good for nigs.' Her feet were wrap
ped in rags instead of stockings, over which
she wore shoes ever so much to big for her,
and of two different sorts. | was going to
give her stockings and shoes of my own, but
to the great admiration of the children, who
enjoyed any confusion, she advised me " not
( to give 'um to her, for Celeste would take
'um away as soon as she got home." | must
confess that her GOODNESS completely silenced
me, but | mute ly insisted on her putting
them on. thinking should feel easier if
knew her bleeding little toes were covered
until she got home at least. | told her
would come up and see Celeste the next day
and she admitted she should like to have me
teach her if there wasn't any other white
folks round. | cherished the plan of per-
suading Celeste to let me have her for pri-
vate teaching little while each Sunday, but
did rot dare to tell Dot of it; so, loaded
with cakes and apples that the amazed chill
dren gave her, she reluctantly went home.
/ The next day trotted up to Celste's, and
though exceedingly provoked to find she had
taken away the chld's shoes and stockings, |
managed to be mild, and not vex the woman,
50 that after hard bargaining, she agreed to
let me nave Dot couple Of hours every Sun
lay. Well, after that she came regularly,
and she did learn fast Most of my serious
teaching, in order to make an impression or
her mind, had to be done by hymns and act
ual Bible words, tor she had a power of tax
/ ing the meaning of sentence, all ignorant
80 she vas that world do cradit ,"o~r .
well disciplined mind. If attempted to tell
she would puzzle me with her gro.esque
questions. but when | read the frs. chapter
of ST. Johns Gospel. and glanced up, expect
iug to meet the blank look of entire stupIdi-
", her eyes looked clearly into mine, and she
said simply, Yes, Jesus my Savior, is God.
Often read the Revelation to her,ard she fre-
quently would say the heavenly city behind
l. ,I, III H.,
moonlight evenings. | am ashamed now to
think how much | worried over the chld's
future, and how | sometimes said everything
was doing for her would only make her
life harder. sometimes thought if had
possessed home to take her to, | should try
and buy her; then the trouble would come
that on account of her exceeding beauty she
was already worth a small fortune.
Her business being to do errands, she Wa.
always turning up in all sorts of odd places
aud soon began to count that day long
one when Dots smile had not made sunshin,
for me. At home, they called her my dog
she used to follow me about in such devoted
manner; and one instance of her love fol
me shall never forget. Southern SPRING
are long way earlier than ours, and week:
before dreamed of their dear presence, Do
laid in with an old German woman, and witt
the halt dime laid up ever since Christmas
bought me bunch of violets. One of thos
violets is in my Bible now Dots own slende
fingers placed it there, the last Sabbath W
read together.
God took Dot, dear little children; yo
know now why did wrong to worry abou
her. A certain Wednesday Celeste came; ito m
saying Dot was sick and just crazy to see me
7 She ad led that the Monday evening befor
o she had to send her down to the lower par
Of the city with some work, that she got We
4 through, ard could not stop to dry herseI
: till she did another errand. AS she looked g
p the chiids illness simply as a vexation t
- herself, and was disgusted at her selfshnes
y | was not sorry when We reached her house
: and she left me at the entrance of narro'
+ passage, with the direction, Just keep
.r going, and call bimeby, and she will hea
d you?"
st went long way from the main hous
y then said, Dot where are you ?"
II Here Miss Annie, and SO glad"
n turned aside into a dark, dingy roor
a and lying on straw, blanket over her, an
l. her old dress for pillow, was my lit