Clearfield Republican. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1851-1937, 1868-06-18
THE REPUBLICAN.


'hNANtif n'ANtlf NhNA WNN' WV
heart happy day" said littlc Willie,
as he came bounding IN from school
one lovely summer afternoon, and
threw his arms about her neck, i'm
printing sweet kiss upon her pale
check. AYES mother, have made
one heart happy to-day'-and his lit
tie bosom hcaved with an honest pride
and delight, which caused his bright
eyes TO sparkle, and rosy smile to
play upon his dimpled check.
Littlo Willie was a bright active
boy, on whose loving countenance
seven summers had smiled, leaving
new beauties MS their visible impress,
and reward for the warm heart
beating beneath His widowed moth
er, on whom the whole care Of his
training from infancy bad dcvolved,
was called to exercise great discretion
properly to curb his naturally hasty
temper, and TO bring 1t into due sub
lection TO wholesome restraint, and
thus mould il for the accomplishment
OF some noble end in life--to love
rather than to hate--to do good rith-
or than evil. And well had the moth
er dcne her task. He was child OF
many prayers and much faithful in
struction, and the good seed thus
sown unsparingy, and watered with
amother's tears, bad fallen in good
soil, and was Just beginning to spring
up win n promise OF an abundant
harvest. The oft-rcpeatcd counsel
that he ought always TO try to make
some heart happy each day had for
once been needed, and she rejoiced in
the thought, and inwardly thanked
her heavenly Father that she had liv-
cd to see her darling boy so loving
and dutiful as he had been of late
and especially this happy day.
"Are you sure, Willie" she said
after slight pause, "you have made
one heart happy today 7"
"Yes, mother; she said so, and
thanked me, oh so many times"
"Who was it you made happy and
what did you do for herl'
at was Aunty, mother - Aunty
Wilson, who lives in the house by tie
brook. | went in there when | went
to school, and she said she had been
looking out of the window TO sec the
beautiful flowers and the little chill
drcn plucking them; but she was old
and lame, and she couldn't pick them
as she used to, and as she had no boy
nor girl to pick them for her, she had
to be content with looking at them
from her window. SO at room | went
and got all the prettiest ones could
find and carried them to her and she
was so gad, and said God would bless
Inc, for | had made one poor heart
happy that the flowers were very
sweet bat she was going to a land
where there are far sweeter flowers
that never fade. Did she mean Par
adisc, mother! p
ayes, my dear"
"May / get flowers for her every
day, mother, and some of those nice
ones from our nice little graden, that
! may make her happy again z"
"Yes, my child, as often and as
many as yon wish; and | trust the
remembrance of this day may cause
YOU ever to strive to make some heart
happy daily, and then IL cannot be
said you lived wholly in vain"
u will try, mother" he said, and
his blue eyes filled with tears, tears
of mingled sympathy and joy; sym
pathy for the disconsolate and suffer
ing, aud joy that he even could be OF
some scrvice-lillle boy that he was
in making earth's weary and lonely
hearts happy. Yes, and it was n bles-
sed privilege. lie had made one heart
happy that day; and not one only, for
the simple story Of that little act of
childish thoughtiulness and kindness
had made a mothers heart happy also.
Did not the Frightening eyes, the
sweet smile, and the earnest recital,
tell bis fond mother that his own
heart beat lighter, and was happier
that night for the little act of kind |
ness he had done Yes, that simple |
handful Of flowers, gathered in field
and by roadside had made three hearts
happy that day. The flowers which |
caused it might wither, but before
that happcrcd one more unfadng
flower was blossoming in three hearts, |
and swectcning life with its precious I
fragrance. E /
Blessed privilege, indeed, to make
one heart happy each day Is there
one who cannot or who will not strive |
to do it! There is sunshine enough |
hero are flowers enough--there is
pclfume enough in this world of ours
to make every heart happy, and sweet
en- every bitter cup, if there be always
ready some kind word or act to un-
lock the avenues there, and open
them TO the reception of those blessed
gifts. II every one would live for
this, what blessed world this would
be little heaven below - every
house a temple of praise, and every
heart an cxhaustless fountain of Joy
Let all live, then, so that each night
they may say 81 have made one
heart happy to-day"
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