The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1869-09-29

handsome carriage, rolled of. The
little girl looked after her for q
moment, and then, with her little
bare feet colder than they were
before, ran quickly awny.
Is I went with the little girl and
I saw her 20 to u narrow, damp
street, and into a small dark room;
and / saw her mothor-her sad,
faded mother but with a face 80
sweet, so patient, hushing and
soothing q sick baby. And the
babe slept and the mother laid
it on her own lap, and the bundle
was unrolled; and q dim candle
helped ber with her work, for
though it was not night, her room
was worry dark. Then, after a
while, she kissed her little girl,
and bade her warm her poor little
frozen feet over the scanty fire in
the grato, and gavo her y little
piece Of bread, for she had no more;
and then she heard her say her
evening prayer, and folding hor
tendorly to her bosom, blessed her,
and told her that the angels would
tako care Of her. And the little
child slept, aud dreamod-O such
pleasant dreams l--of warm stock
ings and now shoes; but the mo
thor sewed on alone. And as tho
bright spangles gIittered on tho
satin slippers, came there no re-
pining into her hearth Whom she
thought Of her little childs bare,
cold feet, and Of the scant morsel
Of dry broad, which had not salts
fed her hunger, came there no
visions Of Il bright room, and gor,
gcous clothing, and a table loaded
with all that was good and nice,
one little portion Of which, spared
20 her, would send warmth and
comfort to hor humble dwelling
Il snch thoughts came and others
--ofa pleasant cottage, and ofonc
who had dearly loved her, and
whose strong arm had kept want
and trouble from her and the babes,
but who could never come back
if these thoughts did como, repin,
ingly, there came also another
and the widows hands woro clasp
ed, and her head bowed low in
doop contrition, rs I heard her say:
"Fathcr, forgive mo; for thou do
est all things well, and l will yot
trust thee" just then tho door
opened softly, and some ono en-
tered. Was it All angel? Her
dress was Of spotless White, and
she moved with q noisefcss step.
She went to the bed where the
sleeping child lay, and covered it
with soft, warm blankets. Thon
presently u fire sparklcd and blazed
there, such as the little old CRATE
had never known before. Then
a hinge loaf was hpon tho table.
and fresh milk for the sick babe.
Then she passed gently before the
mother, and drawing the untin-
ished slipper from her hand, placed
there a purse Of gold, and said in
u voice like music, "bless thy God,
who is the god ofthe fathorless and
the widow"-and sho was gone
only, IA she went out, | heard her
say: "Better than diamondsl bet
ter than diamonds !" What could
she mean ? | looked at tho mo.
ther. With clasped hands and
streaming eyos she blessed her
God, who had scnt an angel to
comfort hcr. So ! went away toe;
and went to a bright room,
whore there wero music and lights
and sweet flowers; and I saw
young, happy faces, and beautiful
women, richly drossod, and spark.
ling with jowols but none that /
knew until one passed me whose
dress was Of simple white, with
only q rosebud on her bosom, and
whose voice was like the sweet
sound Of a silver luto. No span
glod slipper glittcrod upon her
foot but she moved as ono that
treadeth upon the air, and tho di-
vine beauty of holiness had so glo.
rified hor taco, that I felt, as I
gazod upon hor, that she was in,
decd rs on angel Of God.
In roply to paper which called
General Sherman "the coming
man." O. Georgia journal says it
"hopos ho is not coming that way
again"