The loyal Georgian., 1866-03-17
AUGUSTA, Ca, MARCH II. 1866.
CHILDREN'S COLUMN.

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was the answer.
But just hold this stick, won't you,
while drive this pin through p
i can't now, want to finish this story,
said emphaticalIy; and my little broth>
er turned away, with disappointed look
in search of someb rdy else to assist him.
He was bright boy of ten years, and
my only brother. He had been visiting
young friend, and had seen Windmill,
and, as soon as he came home, his ener-
gies were all employ ed in making snail
one; for he was always trying to make
tops, wheelbarrows. kites, and all sorts
of things such as boys delight in. He
had worked patiently all the morning
with saw and jack knife, aud now it
needed only putting together to complete
it, and his only sister had refused to as
sist him, and he had gone away with his
young heart saddened.
thought Of this in the fifteen min
utes after he bad left, aud the book gave
me no pleasure. 1t Was not intentional
unkiudness, only though lessness, for |
loved my brother, and was generally kind
to him; still | had refused to help him
| would have gone after hin aud aft rdrd
him the assistance he needed, but k rev
he had found some one else Yet | had
neglected an opportunity Of gladdening a
childish heart.
In half an hour he came bounding into
the house, exclaiming, Come Mary, I've
got it up; just see how it goes!
His tones were joy ous, and saw that
be had forgotten NY petulauce, SO de
termined. to atone by unusual kindness
/ went with him, aud slre enough. Oh
the roof of the wood-house was fastened
q miniature windmill, and the arms we're
whirl;ng around fast enough to suit any
boy. | praised the windmill, and my
little brothers ingenuity, and he seemed
happy aud entirely forgetful of any un>
kind word; and | re- olved, as | bad
many times before, to be always loving
aid gentle.
A few days passed by, and the shsd.
oW OF great sorrow darkened our dwell
ing. The joyous laugh and noisy glee
were hushed, and our merry boy lay III
a darkentd room, with anxious ia, s
around him, his cheeks flushed and his
eyes unnaturally bright. Sometimes his
temples would moisten, and his muscles
relax, aud then hope would come into our
hearts, and our eyes would fill with thank
full tears. 1t was in one of these de
ceittnl Gains in bis disease that he heard
the noise of his little wheel, and said, 4
hear my windmill
Does it make your head ache | asked.
'Sball we taken it downr
20 no, replied be. 1t seems as if |
were out Of doors; and it makes me feel
better
He unused moment, and then added.
Don't you remember, Mary, that ]
wanted you to help me to fix it, and you
were reading, aud told me you could not?
But it did not make any difference, for
mamma helped me-
0 how sadly these words felt upon M,
ear, aid what bitter M mories they awak
ened
How I repented as [ kissed little
Franks forehead that | had ever spoken
unkindly to him. Hours of sorrow went
by, and We watched his couch, hope
growing fainter and fainter, and anguish
deeper, until, one week from the morning
on which he spoke of his childish snorts,
he closed his eyes, ouce SO sparkling, and
folded his hands over his Useless heart.
He sleeps now in the grave, home
is desolate; but his little windmill, the
work Of his busy hands, is still swinging
in the breeze, just where be placed it,
upon the roof of the old wood she'd and
every time | see the tiny arms revolving
I remember the lost little Frank, aud |
remember also, the thoughtless, the uD.
kid words - Christian Irquirer.
Do IT WITH THY MIGHT- Fortune,
success, fame, position, are never gained
but by piousIy, determineoly, bravely
sticking, growing, living t. thing till it
is fairly accomplished. In rhort. you
mrst carry thing through ifyou want TO
be anything or anybody. No matter if
it does cost you the pie ASSURE, the society,
the thousand qualifications of life. No
matter for these. Stick to the thing
and carry it through. Believe you were
made for the matter, and that no one else
can do it. Put forth the whole energies.
Stir, wake, electrify yourself, and 60
forth to the talk Only once learn to
carry thing through in all its complete
ness and proportion, aud you will become
hero. You will think better of yours
self--others viii think better of you; OF