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consented, and we discovered with horror,

. saw OF her was Wnen she expelled her from
her house and locked the door upon her
IN the streets. We felt dimness pass over
our sight and sensation as if cold water
was tflckllng over our shoulders. We rose
, involuntarily, and sat down again. Draw
; ing one deep respiration, said May
God forgive you, Mrs. Kedar, fer that cruel
: act your repentance will have to be IN
sackcloth and ashes drenched with burning
tears and with knees blist cred by prayer your
proud heart will have to mingle with the
dust of the earth in humility, if you hope
for pardon" Her color changed quickly,
, and observing that she was disposed to be
offended, we left her. but not without an
earnest appeal to her better feelings
AS we walked onward to our place of des-
tination, we thought of the mistaken pride
and cruel view the mother had imbibed in
regard to hersinning child. Who was to take
pity upon her when her own parent deserted
her and became her enemy. and that too, in
her most desperate necessity and need Of a
friends. The mother encourages her in vice,
by thrusting her into its area, and locking
and double barring the gateway with iron
and with cement. Truly, by slow torture
here Is an immolation to pride, and the vic
tim her own child. Oh Mrs. Kedar, I'M
less you seek your daughter and use every
endearlng method your heart can suggest
to save her, there is now plated for you
crown of thCrns, that will pierce your brain
to madness.
We felt assured that Myra was more
" sinned against than SHINING" and that
from her affectionate nature, she had been
induced to confde in dishonor and vice,
beneath q treacherous cloak of every Vir-
| tue.
| Twelve miles from - village, near the
sea shore, there was a collection of cabins
1t was a fishing station, and we were in
| formed that our search for Myra might be
successful in one of them, which was speci-
| fed to us. We called for our venerable
pastor-a second s'Vicar of Boxted," and
drove on a beautiful day in May to the
cabins. Our arrival was hailed by barking
dogs and running children, several of whom,
upon being made acquainted with our wish
es, proffered to pilot lis to the place we
were in search of It was II dilapidated
looking hut, i'll the most lonely part of the
station a harsh looking woman standing in
the doorway feeding chickens. But in that
solitary abode ofmisery and vice was heard
the glorious voice of the ocean. Day and
night, from the first dawn of creation to
the present moment, it has mover ceased
to chant its message from on high to the
children of time, and once or twice it was
listened to even here. "Have you, mad
am, young girl with you called Myra Ke-
dar 2" She looked at the pastor and then
at US, and answered. ''No.'' Why there
she is ''Myra Kedar"-we repeated in q
louder tone. A tall, delicate, pale girl pre-
scented herself. She instantly recognized
us, and covering her face with her hands,
bust into flood of tears and sank in the
doorway upon her knees Oh what did
we not read in that brollen-E hearted glance,
| those bitter tears and humble mien-the
spirit God gave was still there. Satan had
| only destroyed the casket, but had not yet
reached the jewel within through the torn
| tissues it was seen dashing in all Of its linn
! pid and original beauty.
! The mistress of the hut was standing
pan in hand-with tho utmost indifference
to the agony of the unhappy girl. She
evinced, however, some curiosity III re-
connoitering the carriage and its appen-
dages, and was commencing discourse
with the cOachman, as we requested the
pastor to see Myra taken to the vehicle
This awakened her consciousness of the
existence of the abject being before her
She quickly turned towards us and said
mo, she is owing me, for [ took her in
VIXEN she was near unto starvation" We
handed her piece Of gold, which kindled
! blaze of delight in her sunken eyes, and
brought her consent, and we trust, also, the
everlasting redemption of Myra Kedar
AS she sat before us in the carriage, the
eyes, which looked only at the feet Of her
fellow beings, together with the consuming
depression of her whole appearance, con-
trasted so mOurnfully with the refined neat
ness of her, who once looked into our face
with all of the eloquence of intellect and of
heart, when handing the little poem of
Casket to us, that the tears blinded our
eyes and we turned for relief to Him who
has promised 60 to wipe all tears away"
As we raised our eyes from our clasped
hands, we saw that the venerable pastor had
taken his hat from his grey head, and that
he waa distracted in fervent devotion. We
saw his lips moving, and knew that his soul
was far away. There was q ray of mild
evening sunlight beaming above the
bowed head of the unfortunate girl. In
this way we travelled rapidly over the twelve
miles, and reached the village just as the
sun was firing the tops of the forest, which
rose into mountains and undulated into
valleys, as far as the eye could wander
Throwing light cloak around the orphan,
she followed rs to our apartments.
We made no inquiries Of Myra regard
ing her calamities we did not deem it ne
cessary, as the present time, and not the
past, was all that interested us. We feared
insanity from our observation of her, and
endeavored to direct her attention to regu-
lar and varied employlnents such as was
suited to the state of health she was in, for
it was greatly shattered. We also induced
her to take regular exercise IN the open air,
and in reviving her taste for the beauties of
nature, to awaken her soul, through these
F.! beautiful messengers to that abiding graft
tude due from us all to our Heavenly Faith
er. 1t was with exquisite sensations, de-
rived from obedience to the command,
g Be We merciful, as your Father is mercl-
full Condemn not, and We shall not be
condemned. And as ye would that men
should do unto you, do yo also to them
likewise" that we observed the bud of
health put forth, and saw that she had
found that straight and narrow path which
leads to everlasting life. Exquisite indeed
was our reward. It was the Indian sum-
mer of the heart that foreshadow of per-
| feet peace which the world cannot give.
Mrs. Kedar still memorable and untorgiv
ing, continued to regard her daughter with
contempt, and the more she exhibited a
deaf heart and car to the commands of her
Saviour, the more she believed that she
elevated herself in the community At
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