Rutland weekly herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1859-1877, 1867-03-21

1t would seem as If God intended to
tisarm the most terrible events Of their
power to disturb our faith by making
them the occasion of the sublimest yir-
tues. In shipwreCks we are furnished
with some of the most remarkable ex-
amples that history affords of trust In
God, Of uncODquerable energy, and of
tender, self sacrificing love, making the
devouring ocean the most glorious spot
on earth. A friend rescued from q
wreck, told me that company Of pious
Christians, who had been left in the
sinking ship, were heard from the boat
In which he had found safety, lifGing up
their voices, not In shrieks or means,
but Ia a joint prayer to God, thus await
Ing in q serene act Of faith the last swift
apprec ching hour. How much grander
was that hymn than the oceans roar
And what becomes Of suffering, when
thus awakening into an energy other
wise unknown TO the highest sentiments
OF the soul / can shed tears over human
griefs but thus viewed they do not dis
courage me they strengthen my faith
in God.-DT. CAantiHg.
Said little child "Do you know
what the wind says, grandpa?' "No,
puss what does it say :" he answered.
Remember the poorl grandpa. When
1t comes down the chimney it roars,
Remember the poor When it puts its
great mouth to the keyhole it whistles,
Remember the poor When it strikes
through crack in the door, 1t whispers
1t, And, grandpa, when it blows your
beautiful silver hair about In the streets,
and you shiver and button up your coat,
does 1t not get at your ear and say so
too In a still small voice, grandpa 2"
"Why, what does the child mean 2" cried
grandpa, who had been used to shut his
heart against such works After the
next storm, the old merchant sent fifty
dollars to toe treasurer OF relief soci-
ETY., and said, 'Call for more when you
want It," The treasurer stared with
surprise, tor 1t was the first time he had
ever collected more than a dollar from
him, and that, he thought, came grudg-
ingly. why" said the rich merchant
afterwards, 81 could never get rid OF
that chllds words; they stuck like
glue" So, readers, may these words,
Remember the poor stick like glue to
you"
There Is q little chair that stands
| alone 10 the corner of a room. 1t is
never moved out Of that place, and only
| touched by reverent hands, which softly
wipe the atoms Of dust from its arms
and the little cane seat, tears dropping
| over 1t fast and unheeded.
That little chair has not always stood
| there alone SO still; only few short
weeks ago, and 1t was the constant com.
psnion, the sharer in all the restless fam
cies Of bright and busy child. Up
stairs Is seen the cradle, and In the hall
stands the little carriage there it always
stood, and cannot be put away row,
though 1t aWakens grief anew whenever
seen. There are draws packed full Of
little garments In which she looked so
pretty, laid away, fer they will be
wanted no more, and so many little toys
and picture books which she so often
held up, AMI only at night the little eyes
dropped YEARLY, and the little hands
rested from their play.
But alssl the little eyes are closed
with the seal OF death; the little tres
ses parted smoothly over placid brow,
and the little hands lie peacefully at rest
over the heart whose quick pulsations
have been suddenly checked In the very
beginning of young life. Death has
been there-that fearful destroyer, which
J shows no mercy, which kills hope with
one icy glance, and leaves TO tender pity
only the poor consolation of tears,
Sweet s0set one my angel child I
sasnos have it So" IN agony the mother
cries, While the father, with heart almost