The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1871-12-28

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mile there is still chance of committing
robbery. He determined still to make
the attempt, and cuts across the wood
with such rapid strides that he reached
the farmers gate just as the gig drives
up to 1t.
"Well, thank you, farmer" says the
nidshipman, as he prepares to get down,
"I wish you good night, gentlemen"
says the man, when he passes.
Good night, friend" the farmer re-
plies. g say, my boy, it's da! k night
enough but have mind to drive you
on the rest of the way to the parsonage
and hear that long tale Of yours about
the sea,serpent."
The little wheels go on again. They
pass the man; and he stands still in the
road to listen till the sound dies away.
Then he filings his stake into the hedge,
and goes back again. His evil purposes
have all been frustrated the thoughtless
boy has bafied him at every step.
And now the little midshipman is at
home; the joyful meeting has taken
place and when they have all admired
bis growth, and decided whom he is like,
and measured his height on the window
frame, and seen him eat his supper, they
begin to question him about his adven
lures, more for the pleasure of hearing
him talk than any curiosity.
Adventures 7 says the boy, seated be.
tween father and mother on the sofa.
Why, ma, | did write you an account of
the voyage, ana there's nothing else to
tell. Nothing happened to day-or, at
least, nothing particular"
Oh, yes, papa,and when we got about
twenty miles, there came up beggar
while we were changing horses, and |
threw down Gas l thought shilling F.;
but as it fell / saw it was sovereign. She
was very honest and showed me what il
was, but / didn't take it back, for you
know, mamma, it is long time since [
gave anything to anybody" .Eafa~
Very true my boy his mother an.
swers; "but you should not be careless
with your money, and few beggars are
worthy objects of charity" uasa f.-t
suppose you got down at the cross
roads" said his elder brother.
Yes and wsnt through the woods.
should have been here sooner, If I
hadn't lost nay way here
Lost your way!" sad his mother,
alarmed my boy you should not have
left the path at dusk"
ooh, ma" said the little midshlpnlan,
with smile, you're always thinking
We are in danger. If you could see me
sometimes sitting at the iib-boom end, or
across the main topmast-cross- tree, you
would be frightened. But what danger
can there be in q wood -
"Well, my boy, she answers, +" don't
wish to be over anxious, and make my
children uncomfortable by my fears.
What did you stray from the path for?'
Only to catch little owl, mamma !;
but didn't catch her, after all got
roll down bank, and caught my jacket
against thOrnbush, which was rather
All three large holes [ see in
my sleeve And SO l scrambled up again
and got into tie right path, and asked at
the cottage for some beer. What a long
time the woman kept me, to be sure. /
thought it would never come. But very
soon after Mr.. D., drove up in his
gig, and he brought me on to the gate"
And so this account Of your adven
lures being brought to close ms father
says we discover there are no adventures
to tell" ..# #r# 1@ ISL
No, papa, nothing happened-noth
ing particular, / mean" # Ht
Nothing particular. IF they could have
known they would have thought lightly
in comparison of the dangers of the jib
booms end and the main topmast cross
trees. But they do not know, any more
than we do, OF the dangers that hourly
beset US. Some few dangers we are aware
of, and we do what we can to provide
against them but for the greater pOr-
tion our eyes. behold that we cannot see.
We walk securely under His guidance,
without Whoni not q sparrow faileth to
the ground )" and when we have bad
escapes that the angels have admired at,
we come home and say, perhaps, that
nothing has happened-at least nothing
particular. vsa s l'
It is not well that our minds should be
much exercised OF these hidden dangers,
since they are so, and so great that no
human art or foresight can prevent them.
But it is very we'll that we should reflect
constantly on that loving Providence
which watches every footstep of track,
always balancing between time and
eternity and that such reflections should
make us both happy and afraid-afraid
Of trusting our souls too much to an
earthly guide or earthly security-happy
from the knowledge that there is One
with whom we may trust them wholly,
and with whom the very hairs of our
heads are all numbered. Without such
trust, how can we rest or be at peace ;
but with it we may say with the psalmist,
Il will both lay me down in peace and
sleep, for thou, Lord, only makest me
dwell in safety" vl.. a