The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1869-12-01

| advance OF the age IN WHICH theJ Nv.
the others of the period let US hlouesls
| plead-don't chew yet; wait iiltle'-''c"e
ncctaduY Star. -----
| Eyes Open.
| Our minister said in his sermon last eve
| ninr. said Mrs. Beach, the vile OF prospe
ro,,s wholesale dry goods merchant on Mar
i,ot etrcnt ms she busted her mantel o
norcelain and marble on Monday morning
| thot he who wanted to be good must be on
| thc constant lookout for opportunities
that God does not find our work and BRING
it ready fitted and prepared for our hands
but he spreads the world before us, ana we
IRE to work through it rs Christ and the
| APOSTLES did, with eyes open. looking io1
| The sick and suffering. the poor and op
| pressed.
Now. I am certain. continued the lady, as
| she replaced marble Diana in the centre
| of the mantel, ] should like to do some gooo
every day--one feels so much better when
| they 90 to rest at night and I'll just keep
! nv ewes open to-day. and see if | come
across any opportunities that, under ordl-
nary circumstances. ! should let slip.
half an hour later Mrs. Beach was in the
nursery with the washcrwoman, who had
come for the clothes.
Il wish. Mrs. Simms.'' said she, as she
hcapcd the soilcd linen into the basket,
"that Won would get Tommy's aprons
ready for me by Wednesday; we are going
out of town to remain until Saturday, and
I shall want good supply on hand for such
a careless little scamp as he is
"Weu, I'll try, ma am" said the washer
woman, "Tye got behind-hand good deal
since Sammy got the whooping-cough; but
now he is better must try to make up Tor
lost time"
elias he had the whooping-cough? Poor
little fellow. How old is hc" questioned
the lady.
Gle was three last April, ma'am."
"And Tom is four" unused the lady.
"Look here, Mrs. Simms, won't you just
open the lower drawer Of that bureau and
take out those four worsted dresses i'll the
corner? Toms outgrown them, you see,
since last winter; but they're almost as
good as new. Now, if you want them for
little Sammy, they'll do nicely without alter
ing, / think"
"Want them, Mrs. Beach, answered
the washerwoman. with tears starting into
her. dim eyes; 1" haven't any words to
thank you, or tell you what treasure
they'll be. Why, they will keep the little
fellow as warm as toast ali winter
"Well, I'll place them on the top Of the
Clothes" said the lady, smiling to herself as
she thought My eyes have been open once
to-day"
Not long afterwards Mrs. Beach was on
her way to market for she was Il notable
housekeeper), when she met boy who
lived Il short time in her family the year be-
fore to do errands, wait on the door, DC.
He was bright, good-heartcd, merry-iaced
boy, and had been great farorite with the
family. and Mrs. Beach had become inte-
rested in him; but this morning she was IN
quite hurry, and would have passed the
child with cordial but hasty s. How are
YOU. Joseph. nv boy? Do come and see
us" had it not struck her that Jo>eph's
face did not bear its usual happy expression.
She paused az the memory Of last nights
sermon flashed through her mind, and she
asked. I" Is anything the matter with You,
Joseph"
The boy looked up moment, Witha half
contidinr expression. into the lady'S face.
The latter triumphcd. ''lIr. Anderson 5
moved out of town." he said, pushing back
his worn but neatly-bruslcd cap from his
hair; $50 Eve lost my place, and little
Mary 5 sick; and that makes it very bad
Just now
$50 if does" answered Mrs. Beach, her
cvmpathics warmly enlisted. . But never
mind, Joseph / remember only night be-
fore last my brother said he should want Il
and he'd give good one two dollars week.
Now. I'll see him tomorrow, and get the
situation for you if YOU like"
The bows white face frightened. go.
should he 50 clad of it. Mrs. Beach"
And see here, Joseph, I'm going to mar
ket, and perhaps l can find something nice
foriittlc Mary" The lady remembered that
Joscph's mother. thougha poor Seamstre>s,
was Il very proud woman, and felt that this
would be. asdelicate way OF presenting her
gift. Gzss ........,
So she fond some delicate pears and
grapes. and q nice chicken to make some
broth for Mary, who, as she learned, was III
with a fever. before she proceeded TO do her
own marketing. But it was pity that the
lady did not see Joseph as he sprang into
the chamber where little Mary lay YEARLY
moaning on her bed. while her mother sat
buslv stitching in one corner, and held up
the chicken and the fruit, crying "Good
news, good news I've got all these nice
things for Mary, and place at two dollars
| Il week -
@! how little NIarv's hot fingers closed
over the lunches of white grapes, while the
sewing dropped from her mothers fingers
| rs the Tears ran down her cheeks.
! 1t was evening, and Mrs. Beach sat III the
| library absorbed in some new book, when
| she llpaFu Her uuSDullu sup III
| Though the morning had been so pleasant,
the afternoon was cloudy, and the day had
gone down in low, sullen, penetrating
| rain.
! Now, Mrs. Beach loved her husband with
the love of true wife, but he was not a
| dcmonstrativc man, and the first beauty and
poetry of their married life had settled
down into a somewhat bare, everyday,
matt er-of-tact existence. But her heart was
warm toni glt-warm with the good deeds
Of the day, and remembering her resolution
of the morning. she threw down her book
and ran down stairs.
I" Henry, dear" said the soft voice Of hi>
wife, " has the rain wet you at all: Let me
! take off your coat for your"
| "Thanl you Mary, l don't believe I'm
anywise injured, but you MAY help me, just
for the pleasure of it" and he stood still
while she removed the heavy coat with al
the softness of touch and movement which
belongs TO woman. She hung it up, ano
then the husband drew her to his heart Will
all the old lover tenderness.
"You are very thoughtful of me, Mary
my wife," he said.
And there was music in Mrs. Beach's heart
as she went up stars-music set to the
words Eyes open. eyes open ''-Arthea'
Home Gazette.
SHE NEVER LEAVES HM.-nook 1t the ca.
rcer of man rs he passes through the world
| Il man visited by misfortune How often