Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1871-10-25
Ihe family Circle.
Angels in the Flesh.

Angels visits are neither so few nor 50
far between as most people pretend to con-
slider them. They knock at our door, and
we do not open unto them; they pass us
in the daily intercourse Of life, but our
| eyes, turned ever earthwaId, miss the COM
| fort and inspiration of their glance.
very seldom 20 out that | do not meet
lthem-calm-browed women whose "eyes
are homes of silent prayer - faces on
which the dove broods visibly, natures like
those " lands toward sunrising," warm with
love and fragrant with the incense Of good
deeds lips on which the creeds of the
beloved disciple seems always trembling,
=" God is love :" hands always ready to
help the impotent into some Bethesda !;
feet beautiful on every mountain Of Diff
Guilty, swift to bring good tidings. The
rich and happy pass them by, but those
who have watched out the night with sor-
row, and those who beg with hungry eyes
and dumb, quivering lips, know them.
! They look for them in the crowd, and if
they can but touch the hem Of their gar
ments they know they will be helped.
A few days ago l saw an angels visit
on a side street off the upper part of
Broadway. A young girl who was walk
ing before me stopped suddenly at the
sight Of three children sitting on the curb
stone, the eldest OF whom was crying VIC
lently.
What is the matter p asked The
young girl in gentle and sympathizing
tone.
live gotten the toothache, Miss, an
I'm in salr pain wi It.
Poor little one ,' Thoughtless Of her
pretty spring suit and dainty kid gloves
She helped the child to her feet. Come
with me now, and | will get you something
to ease it." [ followed slowly until | saw
them 20 into q druggists. and when they
came out again the child was no longer
weeping.
Now what else DO you want, my dear ?''
Me an the BARNS are awful hungry,
Miss there was nae meal IN the house to
make parritch the morn and mither has
game out to gather the claithes she
washes
Quickly the little purse was opened and
its contents examined. " / have fifty cents
| can spare; will that buy meal enough
for parritch ?'
:. Mair than enou', Miss. Doubtless the
Lord Jesus sent you.
Thank you, child, she said reyerently,
and smiling i" good-by,' walked thought
fully on.
l followed her, bordering much as L
went that casting out Of fear and suspicion
which true charity drives away like an
evil spirit. The suffering and the want
were titles clear on her sympathy and her
purse. Their appeal was to the divine
nature within; and these cruel words, I'M
position and imposture, were not heard,
| 1t is often well to give and ask no ques-
tions. As the gentle Ella says: " Act q
charity sometimes. When poor creature
(outwardly and visibly sol comes before
thee rake not into the bowels Of unwel-
come truth to save a halfpenny-"
These men and women-these hands o.
/ God,-are busy in all the streets Of thu
great city. have seen them buying the
last few newspapers from some cold anC
hungry child and sending him home witt
a glad heart or taking a little child into
the store and filing his hands with tn,
cake it was wistfully looking at through
the separating glass; and the misery which
faces them from sightless eyes, recalls to'
= wildly the Judean hills and the compass
sionate Saviour, to be passed carelessly by
They come upon you in such strange pla
ces, and in such strange guise, that thel
/ visits make life full of pleasant surprises
: One Saturday night | met one IN ID.
, butchers shop, while [ was waiting 70
my small steak. He was black with tn
toll and dust Of machinery, he was oil
and homely, and meanly dressed, and h
; would have been hid from sight if littl
, child had not come in and lifted the veil.
e How's father to-day, Polly?"
Z" He's worse to-day, and mothers dow
toe" and this weary little thing bega
crying softly to herself
The man stopped down and said some
thing in a low voice, to which she onl
= shook her head and cried more bitterly
SO he took the basket from her, Saying
! g Run home, Polly, or that baby, he'll b
2 in mischief. I'll bring the basket"
She offered him twenty-five cents, bu
he hurrird her away and would not touc
I it. Then he chose some good beef, piec
i Of bacon, and plenty of vegetables, an
a having paid for them, walked toward
G large tenement house in sight. L CAV
, him silent reverence as he passed me, for
: knew he was one of Gods messenger
: unconsciously, but oh how blessed
taking a share in the ministry of angels
Christian Weekly.