Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1870-08-12

Ahd Mary knew that the fountain of
goodness in her heart could never be closed
up again while sense and memory were hers.
WIlitefieId and the Thunder
storm.
On one occasion, Mr. Wtitefeld was
preaching in Boston, on the wonders of Gre
alton, providence and redemption when
violent tempest of thunder and lightning
came on. In the midst Of the sermon it at
tanned. to so alarming height that the con
gregation sat in almost breathless awe
The preacher closed his note book, stepping
ainto one of the wings Of the desk, fel! on his
knees. and with much feeling and fine taste
repeated: '- an 340A
z CLARK The Eternal rends the sky
A mighty voice before Him GOES
A voice of music to His friends,
But threatning thunder to his foes
Come, children to your Father arms; "
Hide in the chambers Of my grace.
Till the fierce storm be overblown,
~ .eAndmy revenging fury cease"
''Let us devoutly sing, to the praise and
glory of God, this hymn "Old Hundred"
'Fhe Whole congregation instantly rose,
and poured forth the sacred song, in which
they were nobly accompanied by the organ,
devotion that was probably meyer surpassed.
BY the time the hymn was finished, the
storm was hushed; and the sun bursting
to1t showed through the windows to the
enraptured assembly, magnificent and
brilliant arch of peace-The preacher re,
sualed the desk and his discourse, with this
opposite quotation
look upon the rainbow; praise him
that made it. Very beautiful it is in the
brightness thereof 1t compasseth the heav-
en- about with a glorious circle and the
hsl3s Of the Most High have Bonded it."
The remainder Of the services was caicu
lated to sustain that elevated feeling which
had been produced; and the benediction
with which theS good man dismissed the
flock was universally received with stream
ing eyes and hoar@ oyerlowing with ten
derness and gratitude. +a
a Singer with the fanatics.
On the day of Miss Clara Louise Kel-
logg's recent concert in Utica, n Y, it was
proposed to show that young lady the State
Lunatic Asylum While there she kindly
sang to a room full of the more quiet pa
tents, very much to their surprise and de
light Not content with gratifying these,
however, she begged that she might be al
lowed to visit the more unbalanced patients |
"Let me sing to the mad people," she
pleaded. Winning consent, and accompa-
MED by some of the faculty, their ladies',
and the matron, she proceeded to the wards
where the most noisy and destructive sub
jects were confined. One would think her
voice would have failed her at the dreadful
sounds that greeted her entrance, at the
glazing eyes turned upon her, and the indi
cations of wrath III those poor ungoverned
faces. Not SO. The brave hearted girl
knew her power. In an instant all discord
and tumuit was hushea, under tie spell OF
that marvellous voice. 1t rose and foated
above the poor distracted creatures like
blessing then seemed to fall upon their up
turned and listening faces in soft refreshing
shower of musical rain The effect was
wonderful The souls of those stricken wo-
men were not SO utterly out of tune, after
all, but that they could respond now. Some
smiled, some nodded, some gazed at her
with streaming eyes. "She is an angel p
cried one. Eyes, she is an angel !" echoed
others, as they crowded about her, eager
but to touch gently her hand, her gown, or
even her feet while she, happy and fearless.
made no effort to escape. 1s
''She is my girl my Estelle p cried an
old woman suddenly. 'tShe looks like her
she sings like her Let me kiss her !" and
Louise Kellogg bent and kissed the poor
crazed creature, almost as if she were indeed