The daily gazette., 1875-04-19
Cold Gray Stones.


If you hit it too hard, will fash out at
you.
In the story of the foolish seed that
did, D believe the song OF the canary,
and that found shelter between my
self and my brother, twice are we cal
led "cold gray stones. These are
the words. You can see them for
yourself in the number of st. Nicholas
for last December.
Now, I'd like to know what that
poor little seed would have done If we
had MT given her home? She would
have been scorched by the sun, rotted
by the rain, or snapped up by the first
bird that came along. s%--a
It was MT our fault that she did MT
turn into flower; we did the best we
could for her.
And as for our not caring for any
thing, and nothing caring for us, say
and say it flatly-that's not true!
The Moss family is, and always has
been, very much attached to us. 1t
clings to us long after the Summer
months have departed, and every one
knows there can be no better love than
that which outlasts the Summer.
And the toads-the only animals
that have jewels in their heads they
/ don't have to pay for-have quite an
| affection for us.
They come and sit beneath our shade
in the lGng, hot days, and sleep and
dream the hours away, or pass their
time telling us wonderful tales of the
strange places they have hoped
over.
And the beetles, honest old fellows,
who don't care for houses, but live
in cosey Underground cellars, what
would they do without stones to keep
the rain oil =?
Just turn us over some day, and you
IL see the many-legged creatures run
ming nimbly about; but turn us back
ag lin quickly, for we don't like to
have the poor things frightened, though
we "have no moro heart than stone" p"
And now | am going to tell you
about two "cold gray stones" cousins
of mine, who live in great tiresome
city.
The wind brought the story TO me
and so you may be sure it is all true.
These cousins were part of the back
yard of u wretched little house, and in
the wrctchcd little house lived pale,
blue.eyed child.
The poor child had never seen any
: thing growing but the struggling grass
that tried to force its way up here
and there in the dirty streets, and she
, never caught but glimpse of the blue
sky, because all the rest was hidden by
o the tall, gloomy houses around her.
y "Oh, dear ~ said my cousins to the
other; chow | wish she could see {
flower - wlen along came the Wine
in great hurry, as he almost always
is.
puff, puff" said he; chow hot yor
are here! How do you do?"
!! "Same rs ever, " said my cousin; ;"bu
i what are you carrying?"
GA few Seeds" answered the Wind
81 picked up miles from here, and I'm
looking for some good rich earth tt
drop them on"
n "Dear Wind" said my cousins, "dt
n drop some here"
= laughed until the wretchcd little house
saook. "What good will they dc
here? see plenty of dirt--ha! ha
ho, ho!--but no earth-ho; ho! ha
hal"
There is crevjce between us,
; said my cousin, "where there is lit
tie earth (do stop laughing for mo
ment, and look dear Wind), and W,
think flower night grow there
Please give u one seed, and we will
Of hide it from the birds, and protect j
- from careless footsteps, and watch i
y carefully I'm til it grows to gladdeI
b the heart of the pale, blue-cyet
n child"
" "All right said the Wind, and h,
Q blew seed in the creck between tb,
3 'sthe cold gray stones," and then fled
d laughing around the corner.
e And the seed took root, and sent III
: two bright green leaves to tell tn
stones that there were more on th
way, and the blue-eyed child, comm!
into the back yard to look at the patel
of sky, one morning, spied them aut
: clapped her little hands with glad
- ness.
a And from that day, as the plan
ye grew and grew, she became happie
te to and happier; ard when fragrant pul
ID pie and white flower opened to th
sun, her Joy knew no bounds.
And with each succeeding blossom
: came new, joy and so the child wa
happy all Summer long.
10 And my cousins looked on and wer
). we'll content.
A My sermon is finished. l suppos
: you know the greatest W liter that eve
lived said we could preach?
Yes, sir. He said there were SCI
ID mons in us. You have got to acknow
g; ledge that, if you do call us "cold gra
" stones. ."-Nargaret Ey&nge, an S
$ Nicholas tor Nay.
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