Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1869-02-24
Don't Put or the Little Ones.


1t was lonesome in the house. Everybody
seemed to be having a private consultation
with somebody else somewhere The blue fly
droned and droned on the little green window
panes with the onesomest noise in the world;
the old blue gray cat lay asleep on the wood
en- steps. Victoria,-always with a spice Of
regality about her,-was shut up in the bed
room with Kate Stone, and she didn't want
me. " You 90 right away, Ellen" So
went away. | went to grandma's ROOM
Grandma had privacy to talk over with
grandpa who sat in dignity in his armchair
with the writing table attached. Grandma
was aiways very stiE and sirqit-hacked, ike
an old fashioned chair, and now she was
straiter and sitter than ever, and she said
" You may go out, Ellen, and shut the
door,
So | went out and shut the door.
There was good, mild, meek Rossybell,
the eldest of the family" patient even
when patience ceased to be virtue. {" will
90 to Rossybell | said, and Rossybel is
ten times better than grandma" So | went
up stairs to Rossybell. There she sat, with
brown eyes, pleasant and cherry as bed Of
pansies, and she said in her gentle voice
" am talking with aunt Louisa, and you
may 90 down and stay with Victoria, Ellen"
My heart choked me, and | went down
the stairs slowly, stair by stair, pitying my
self very much, just as though it were anoth-
er child, but said bravely, /" | will not go
to Victoria; | know where | will go" and
made my way back through the kitchen wash
ed very clean, down the wooden steps, past
the blue-gray cat asleep, to the low, back
wash-room where my sweet blue-eyed mother
sat in earnest conversation with aunt Are
thusa
My dear, you may 20 and stay with
Rosy awhile" she said very pleasantly.
| broke out into violent sobs.
g. have been everywhere | said, and
they don't want me-"
''Come here, my child" said the pityful
mother voice. aud the tender mother arms
opened and drew me, sobbing yet comiorted,
to her heart,
Years went on, but not many. My sweet
blue-eyed mother lay like a bruised lily, dy
ing. She called me into her room; she spoke
to me for the last time.
oGod always takes care of little mother
less children" she said. This was what her
mother, dying, had said to her, and she pass
ed it down precious heirloom to me. They
buried the beautiful shell which had kept her
soul, on green slope above the quiet brook
that glided peacefully to the river, and |
| lived on with the mother-want about my
heart, but never forsaken by my mothers
God. He tits who says to me as | rest, weak
and weary in my lonesome room hearing the
hustle and shouting of the busy, eager world
rushing by,--He it is who says to me, As
one whom his mother comforteth so will
comfort you; and ye shall be comforted in
Jerusalem"
In Jerusalem the golden" | shall be
comforted by Him as one iohom has mother
comtorteth. And this say to all comfort
less ones who trust in Him:
There is a city where the weary rest,
| Where the tired pilgrim finds at last home,
Where, one by one, the souls with sorrow prest
Up to the pearly gates with singing come
Art weary of thy sin and wretchedness2
| Hast wrestled till thy doubt is near desDarY
| o faint not yet, Christ knoweth thy distress,
Hold fast His hand and lie shall bring thee there
Bear ON with sorrow meekly bear with strife
Fast flies the angel that shall set thee free;
Cling to thy Lord the heavy load Of life
Win soon fall off, and then there rest for thee
Here scenes of splendor have before thee gleam-
ed,
Thou camest thither and the brightness died
But lovelier far thm thou hast ever dreamed
Thou'lt find the city OF the glorfed
Women have no greater weakness fol
dress than men. Any opinion to the contrary
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