Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1872-06-19

above bit that no doctor could set mo on
my leg, sgain but One, aud lie wouldn't
leastwaj not yet awhile. Then they wrote
lncurablc' in large letters on card aud
stuck 1t over my bed, and mother fetched me
home.
Yes sir icas sorry to leave the hospi.
tai, for everything was 30 clean and comfort.
able, aud the children all round in their little
cots was company-like. Well, yes, us lone.
some sometimes but eau read large print,
and the children on the stair run 10 and out
Nights my worst time You see. sir. we've
Just one bed and mother, aud jim aud Az.
gle they sleep where am now and they lays
me across the foot, aud sometimes they kick
me a'most to pieces. It's in their sleep, sir I;
they can't help it, What do think mos,
about as | lie2 Well, mostly thinks on
the other world THERE'S no ntgh there
The doctor says happen III 20 when the first
snow comes Aud Tins face Frightened at
the glad prospect. The other world, vague
aud shadowy to the best Of US, was real
country of uuiadiug sunlight to Tim.
But | must wait quiet" he resumed, af
ter long, reflective pause, till my time
comes. It's sin to weary, isn't it, sir 2
For things must be best as they are, or the
good God wouldn't let 'em be. knows that
much"
The lonely child-optimist that, out Of my
usual bent. had thus stumbled ou interested
mc not a ltte AT all eyeats, | could, so
far as inaf lay silev'ate the patient little
fellows " fsriugs A bed was D, p,ocured for
him, so that the misery Of sleepless nights
was no longer enhanced by the kicking aud
pluuging OF uneasy slumberers. When
found the boy it was the time of roses and all
sweet flowers, aud had his narrow window
filled with the beautiful blooms. Greatly
lid Tim delight himself in those flowers.
" Ant they beautiful ?" he would exclaim
enthusiastically.
The days sped on. | often saw Tim. |
went ostensibly to give hun reading lesson !;
nut, in reality, he was the teacher, aud he
taught me how perfect faith that Gods way
is always the best way uphods and strength
ems the spirit of a child to bear load of
daily trial under which strong men would
faint aud fail Months rolled ou, and as the
lays grew dark and chill, Tins little stock
of strength diminished. His thin cheeks
grew yet thinner, aud bis eyes were ever
more weary with longing for the land that
is very far off" | should soon lose sight Of
Tim in the glory Of the other side.
AT the beginning Of winter | was called
from home. Before | started on my journey,
[ went to say good-by to Tim.
At the time of which speak, texts Of
Scripture ilumined in green aud gold and
purple letters upon cards were much in vogue
Tim, VIII, delighted in bright coors. would,
well knew, like one to hang within sight. So
| asked bim what text / should send him
A pause Of careful cOnsideration-then, in his
-low, decided way, " His tender mercies are
over all his works" fins choice of text
touched me- Here was a child who had never
known the merry restless movement aud mirth
Of childhood, but whose days and nights we're
one wearing ache-who had none Of the ale-
viations wealth can purchase for its sick, but
whose daily fare was scant and coarse. Yet
in the midst Of all the hard and unovely con.
ditiuns Of rig life he looked out beyond this
'ordii preaeut Although at first sight it
might not seem like it, still he knew that
4" HIS tender mercies are orer all his tcorks."
| selected the prettiest card | could see
with the foregoing words illnmined on it, and
sent i to Tim. l had been away fortnight,
when letter from home informed me that
Tim was qpidly sinking, and he had expressed
a strong a ire to see me. started at once
on my honeward journey, but fast as the
express trgin whifled me along, Death trav-
eed asters,s aud when got to Tins home.
! foundtih u fss hoers before my arrival he
had gone q the city where Z" there is no
night"
The mother and her two remaining children
we're seated, a sorr,wful group, 10 the dark
ened room. The bed was covered with the
white sheet that eitoIded all that was left OF
Tim. Tho poor tw sted frame that by Gods
grace had held a ssirit strong aud patient to
endure was very 81 now. And the placid
brows and coniened smile on the cold lips
told how "sweet is rest after toll" As
gazed my last on the little face that had
grown dear to me, could not but grieve that
| should sec it no more but shed no tear
for the child
| turned to CO. The level rays Of the set
ting sun shone on the words hanging on the
wall" lls tender mercies are over all his
works" Aud as [ glanced from the sun
bright words to the still, moonit face of the
ehid-seeper | realized then their entire
truth.