The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1873-12-10
MISCELLANY.
LYING u1rn 4 BRoK EN- HEART.

Anna Warner (author of wide World, y
has a beautiful love story in Harpcrs:; her
heroine is disappointed, her lover deserving
her and marrying another ; and this is the
way she lived afterwards friend Is relating
her story to acircle of young ladies':
"And, oh did she live? could she live "
said little Bessie, whose blue eyes were all
quenched with tears. Miss Coulter strokcd
her head tcndcrly.
Poor little one, !" she said, "you have
never learned yet that when we cannot die
because we want to, we live because We must.
Happy are they who can accept the Lords
good pleasure, whether for life or death.
Slowly, slowly, the braiu-fever ran its course,
and my Mamie crept back again to what we
call life. And then watchedto see whether
the mind would revive as well as the body
but for days after the fever left her she
give her time. He alone was in our secret,
old DR.. White, who had known Seth Guile
before we did. So again the days went by,
and my Mamie lay white and silent and still ;
her eyes lifted to my face, or following me
about the room, or going in a long, wistful
gaze to the snowy world outside for autumn
had passed, and winter had come, aud even
that too was slipping away. Slowly, slowly,
the light came back to her eyes--a changing
light, that was first simple consciousness, and
then full agonized recollection, and then
the shining of Heaven dawned there, and
never set again. And looked on awc-struck,
saw defeat give way to victory, and the crown
even already laid upon the cross.
'.But for days after she was herself so far
as to know MS ALL she never voluntarily spoke
nothing more, and that most often by sign.
And after while the searching looks with
which at first she scanned my face were quite
given up; she looked at no one. For hours,
laying there on her bed, she would gaze out
of the window, as if at some fixed point, not
moving, not saying word but that her
thoughts were at work had no doubt. And
slowly so, as it seemed to me, the brow grew
queter, the look less stony, the lines of the
mouth were more unbent, and glow--like
the first faint flush of the moining-began to
show itself in her eyes. l was wild to find
ont how she felt, and still dared not talk 10
her, and break the quiet which the doctor had
enioined.z r. ez-Y-r-sr-,'r .sees
1--WE were in her room, one evening, he and
1.-THE good old doctor, who had watched my
! Mamie like his own child-and had been
pouring out my grief and Impotence, and
begging to be allowed to break this weary
silence. We had thought her doing, or else
perhaps the doctor would have spoken more
- 1T Is SO hard = said under my breath
And he answered me aloud.
Not if you take it right my dear
"The Lord is good to all. His tender mcrcie,
are over all His works. +"
q And the,ys Ikea brcath. from the othe
wofld-so sweet, SO clear, so unearthly-
the tones of my Nannie's voice. Even me
she said this was all.
"They set great store by q hymn will
that refrain now, y said Miss Coulter, as sh,
paused and wiped away few tears "ant
people sing # for the sweet sound prett.
often. guess, without knowing what i
means. But if ever there spoke child Q
God-accepting His win, acknowledging I'll
love, and ready to do His pleasure--ther