The workingman's advocate. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1864-1877, 1871-04-08

waves. Miss Keveley had left her fathe
reclining upon sofa in the cabin of thu
7soeed, and had come upon deck to enjoy
the beauty of the scene and as she gazeC
upon the rising luminary and the sien
waters of the Thames, the queen of rivers
she felt that elevation Of spirits, and tha
devotion, which such a scene is calculated
to inspire.
Catherine Keveley had been peculiarly
the child Of misfortune Her mother was
of a noble family, and her alliance had been
sought by many rich and noble youths
Preferring, however, the hand of a man who,
though much her inferior in birth, yet in
high and lofty feeling was at least her equal,
she chose Mr.. Keveley as her companion
for life-a licensed minister Of the Church
of Scotland, and at that time appointed as
superintendent Of missionary station in a
distant country. Happy in each others
love, they lived in foreign land till the
birth Of Catherine, which event was succeed
ed by her mothers death.
Catherine, though from childhood deli
! cate flower, and though deprived of the fos-
tering care Of mothers love, yet. under
the tender management Of her doting father,
rose up to be the prop and staff of bis de-
clining years Her form was of the slight
est kind her eyes Of that light, heavenly
blue, which is the sure index Of deep feel
ing, were protected by high, arched eve
brows; her forehead was broad rather than
lofty, but of an alabaster whiteness; her
clear brown hair was parted over her brow
in graceful curls, whilst her long tresses
hung in flowing ringlets down her shoul
ders. Her air was usually of that pensive
cast which never fails to interest the behold.
er, but of late shade of deeper melancholy
had been seated on her features, called up
by anxiety for her fathers declining health
and the sad prospect that then lsy before
her, an unprotected orphan.
1t was impossible to look upon that lovely
creature without emotion, as she stood lean
ing against the bulwark of the vessel. and
beholding the glories Of the rising sun, and
the places upon the river, as the vessel
passed them one after another in its course.
Nor was she unobserved; for Tom Jones,
seated upon the windlass, with his hands
crossed upon his breast, was silently behold
ing her. She was here joined by her father.
who had come upon deck and, without
speaking, took her handn Catherine silent
ly pointed to the sun.
'This, indeed said her father, break
ing silence, ''is glorious spectacle. | /
have travelled in many lands, and bebeld
many splendid sights-I have seen the
most gorgeous spectacles of eastern magui6-
cence, where everything was combined that
could please the eye or captivate the fancy
but all of these fall short, very far short, |
Of this display. How many people" con |
tinued the old gentleman, "travel into
other countries, for the sake Of seeking fine
sights, who are ignorant that they might |
behold. at home. sight grander than the |
finest Of these p' At
81 don't wonder" said Cathe: line, ssthat |
the Persians, and many other Eastern ma
tons, worship the sun-contributing, as he |
does, so much to our comfort and happi-
ness in so doing, they arc thankful for the
blessings conferred, and only mistake the !
for the first cause Of their en-
oyment."
TO BIZ CONTINUED.