Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1870-07-27
The Daft Bows Sacrament.

NN' NAn ohIINAANh ny HIS Ihllau III NUt ulNu=
lands Of Scotland. He passed his time in
wandering from house to house He was
silent and peacoable and won the pity Of all
kind hearts, for he had little power to con.
verse with his fellow men, though he seemed
often IN loving communion with God, aud was
in the habit Of whispering and muttcring to
himself as he trudged along the highway, or
performed any simple task. The boys while
they were never cruel TO him, often got a it,
tle fun out Of his odd ways lie believed
every word they said to him and because he
had been told in sport that if he ever rode
over the hills to kirk in donkey cart he
would never be heir to the Earl Of Glen Allen,
he refused ali the kind offers of farmers and
cotters and replied always in the same words
Ma, ma III luck falls on me the day |
mount a cart so | will aye gang on my ain
feet up to the courts Of the Lords house and
be talking to Ilimse as gang"
One day Ycddie presented himself in his
coarse irock and his hob.naied shoes before
the minister, and making a bow much like
that of a wooden toy when pulled by a string,
be said Please, minister let poor Ycdde
eat supper on the coming day wi the Lord
Jesus
/ The good man was preparing for the sacra-
mental season, which came half yearly Ia that
sparsely settled region, and was celebrated by
several churches together. when the concourse
Of people made it necessary to hold the SER
vices in the open air lie was too busy to be
disturbed by the simple youth, aud stroye to
put him oil as gently as possible But Yed-
die pleaded " Oh, minister if ye but ken
Hed hoo ioce tim, ye wud let me 90 where
/ He's to sit at table,"
/ This so touched his heart that permission
was given for Yeddie TO take his seat with
the rest, and the requisite token" was given
him. Aud although he had many miles to
trudge over hill aud moor, he was on the
ground long before those who lived near and
drove good horses
As the services proceeded, tears flowed
freely from the eyes Of the poor innocent"
aud at the name Of Jesus he would shake his
head mourniully and whisper, But dinna
s.e Him.
Az length, however, after partakiug Of the
bread and the cup he raised his head, wiped
away the traces Of his tears, and looking in
the minister. face, he nodded and smiled
I Then he covered his face with his hands and
buried it between his knees, and remained in
that posture till the parting blessing was Civ
en-, aud the people began to scatter. He then
rose, and, with face lighted with joy and
yet marked with solemnity, he followed the
rest
One aud another from his own parish spoke
/ 10 him, bus be made no reply until pressed
by some boys Then he said
All lads dinna bid Yeddie talk to-day
He's seen the face Of the Lord Jesus among
his ain ones He got a smile fro His ee
and a word fro His tongue and he's aleared
to speak lest he lose memory OF; iori its but
bad memory he has at best All lads, lads
/ ha' seen Him this day that | never seed be-
fore! ha seen wi these dull eyes yoH
hsay Man Dinua ye speak, but just
/ leave poor Yeddie in His company
/ The boys looked on in wonder, and whis-
perod to one another. Sure he's ma longer
daft The senses ha come into his head and
he looks aud speaks ike a wise sane one"
When Yeddie reached the poor cot he
called home, he hardly dared to speak to
" granny who sheltered him. lest he might,
as be had said, " lose the bonny face" He
lelt bis parritch and treaclc "-oat meal
pudding and molasses- untasted and after
smiling on and pattiug tho faded check Of the
old woman to show her that he was not out
of humor, he climbed the ladder to the loft |
whore his pallet of straw was, to get another
look and another word fro yon lovely Man.
And his voice was heard below, in low tones
All, Lord its lust poor me that has
been sac long seeking ye and now we'll bde
together and never part more. Oh ay;
but this is a bonny loft, all goold and pre-
cious stones The hall o the castle is poor
place to my loft this bonny nicht" And tAen
his voice grew softer and softer till it died
away.
Grandmother sat over the smouldering peat
below, with her elbows on her knees, relating
i'm loud Whisners To a neighhoripg crone the !