The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1869-12-28

The SUN was going down upon Florence
as she sat with her mother upon tne 'eran-
dab. and her face was sad, though the sun
light fell upon it.
"Mothcr. I am sorry that 7 ever had any
thing to do with Mary Arlington"
"Whv go, my child:
because she only uses my kindnes ior
her own selfshncss. have heipea heI III
hcr lessons, and ] got her of when she was
~ trouble with her teacher. Miss Atkins,
and Won, know | let Miss Atkins hin that
had broke the rules rather than that Shc
should be exposed. And she mas never
thanked me. AID ! know that she say
hatcCnI things about me behind my back.
/ am tired of being kindto her, and getting
nothing for it but her sc~ltishncss.D
"Wcll. nv dear, did you act kindly ioi
the sake of getting something back ior IL:
| Ought we not to net generously FOR own
snke, even more than for others Sake
al don't see any use in Dclhg generous
| when it only makes people worse;
"But our master says # pc focr hem
| Inn, Iore ,0u. rhut reTdrd (or merit mare
vea DO not cuen the pubhcdnS me same!
II l. very pleasant to receive kindness Tor
tindncss BIT no one is acting as 4 Chrls-
tan that is not willing TO show kindness anG
| self.dcnial to those who are un@ratelul ana
| selfish" III,
Nothing more was said at this time. Fic-
| renee had the matter upon her LcarI All thc
evening. and was glad when bedtime came,
| that She might sleep off all her troubles.
She soon fell asleep and began 10 dream.
| Now, Dreamland is Fairyland. All manner
Of queer people are moving about III
Drcamland. and very remarkable things
honncu there. Florence had gone to steep
Without shutting her chamber window
md thc wind must have been Il little cool
for she dreamed that the snow lay al upon
| thc ground. And she saw Il man win Il
larre bac slung diagonally across ms breast
sowing some kind of seeds. 1t seemed
very strange to her TO see hlln ca>'nh" SecI
| o n snow. and so she dreamed that she a>kcu
him. "Will the seed come UP III 'Hc
snow:'
When he heard her. lie turned his face,
and She thought she never saw Il farmer
with so noble n countcnancc. Ills eyes
we're large and sad. and yet there was also
a look in them of calm hopcfulncsS.
owe sow our grass seed upon the snow
in hopes that by-and-hye the snow VIII
melt. and then the seed. sprouted 10y It's
moisture. will come up" And then fixing
his eyes gently upon her, AS II he Wntld
mark the effect Of his words, he said, - ne!
who in this world would sow the seed Q,
goodness must do as we farmers 90, ana
often sow upon the bosom OF snow. 9i!r
awoke-so plainly did his voice SOUND III
hnr c,rs. Rising, she closed the window,
and again fell asleep.
In q short time she began dreaming more
strangely thar before.
She thought that she saw n poor woman
who was living upon a piece Of very hare
and rocky ground trying TO plant thereon
some flower seed. But every time she
nnencd her band the wind seemed TO pul
ttem away. At last. when her seed was al
most gone. Florence thought that what had
seemed to be the wind began to look like
birds. and little by little they changed tC
beautiful spirits: and she saw that theTE
| caught in their hands the seed thai Woulo
have fallen on the rock, and threw 1t up,
ward and the seed seemed 10 tiy UP ahr
up till it was all gone out OF slgh,t. ;,
While she stood looking up She thcueh'
th,t the skies opened; and she look"o
through, and saw those beautiful Sprlt'
planting the very seeds that had bcel
| east forth out of the palsied hand OF tht
poor old woman. No >ooncr did they touci
the ground than they sprang up again int
MI manner OF beautiful tlcW"rS-m"rc beau
tiful 4 hundred times than any lilies %
roses or icssamineS that she had ever Seel
on earth. :.
sirbt. She turned and saw the very sam
person iv her side that had been soWin'
rraS, seed on snow. But now he wa
clothed radianflv, rs if the brightest cloud
had been made into garments ANA ms lace
that was beautiful before, seemed 10 he
more beautiful than all the flowers. Inc
he looked very kindly upon her, and said
My dcarchild, doyonn9G ZEE llaai q nI',, m,ettt
amorg men. The earth catches a few onl
Of the seeds OF kindness SoWn, but all tn
rest 20 through and are planted in Heaven
And SO nothing good is ever lost
At this he laid his hand upon her head
and such Il thrill ran through her body thu
She sprung and awoke. Her mother il wa
who had touched her, saving, "Como
Florence. it is morning. The birds al,
all calling you. Come.'-Ncw lorh LcdJer