The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1875-08-16
From the Boston Globe.l
THE FARM-YARD CLUB OF LOTHIAN.
By DR.. George B. Lcring,

By DR.. George B. Lcring,
SEVENTEENTH MEETING-sUBJEcT ROOT
CROPS.
"The Boy" had been i'll for many days
A heavy, gloomy cloud had hung over the
house. Hour after hour, through day and
night, the child lay there, weighed down
by the heavy load of disease, unconscious
of the dropping sadness all around him.
and of the desperate struggle for lite going
on within him. The attentions of DR..
Parker were constant and devoted; and he
made almost impatient appeal to the science
he loved so well TO manifest its power or
surrender its claims to the confidence and
respect of mankind; and he realized the
restless and exhansting anxiety which,
more than toll Itself, wears out and kills
the faithful and conscientious physician.
The Squire was bewildered and lost. The
storm had struck him when he least ex-
pected it, and he wandered from his
house to bis office, and from his office
to the bedside of the little sufferer
where alone he found momeniary repose.
lie prayed for the chiid's life; he waited
and watched in silence; he looked and
longed for one encouraging word from DR..
Parker, but dared not ask for information;
he tried over and over again to ask his
good wife, the patient and cheerful and
| self-possessed grandmother, whose calm
| trust aud great faith held up, as with a
strong arm, the suffering household, if it
xu;t tb. child htt ha xtrArts
| choled him and his tears blinded him; and
often and often did he put bis great, strong
arm around Fanny, his daughter, the
broken. hearted young mother, and draw
her to him III the sad, oppressive silence of
that chamber, as bis eXpressicI of love
and sympathy. 1t was in the companion
| ship of Mr.. Howe alone that he found
comfort and TO Mr.. Howe alone was it
that he unbuI dened his aching heart asking
him to pray with him; "for, said he, "f
the child lives shall owe all the ioy t.
God; and, if it dies, shall surely Deou AL
His support" In all the great trial Fanny
never faltered, it is true, but she went
about her duty halt-bewidered and stunned
by the swift calamity. To her the day
light was all gone. She passed, mechani-
cally, from place to place; dligent in all
offices for the child, and oh, So weary, and
so broken hearted Try the presence of the
simple little arrangements she had made
for the comfort and happiness Of her boy.
The sight of his idle toys killed her. A
little picture, hanging on the wall, placed
| there to please his eve, blinded her. All
she had done for him seemed poor and
weak; its very poverty was touching, now
that he walked with her on the confines of
the dark valley. And as the depths of her
heart were revealed 20 her, she learned for
the first time the sacEedness of ler being,
| and realized what that love is which binds
with holy bond. The world, indeed,
seemed to mock her as ii went upon its &C.
customed way, while her own life was so
torn and convulsed. And rs she learned
how sorrow ms well as Joy belongs 10 the
great design of the Great Father, she re-
called the tender lines which Charles In
gals once read to herself and Clara:
Its inmost bitterness, the heart
| In It's recesses knoweth;
Yet, nevertheless, the spring. flowers start
The mild spring-wind sui Dloweth;
and she felt how over all the heavens were
spread with the equal blessing of sunlight
and cloud. And then the hours were so
| dry and her lip was so pti ched and fever
ish, aud the gloom WAS solemn aud man
was so powerless that she longed to lie
down by the side Of the child and wai,'fur
death to come.
It was very long, as long as eternity it
seemed, before the darkness broke and
day began to dawn. But the hour came,
and when to all that band of mourners it
seemed as if the shades of death were COM
ing on and that little life was about to
close, DR.. Parker announced that the
severity of the disease WAS passed and that
"natuTe," as he modeslly remarked, "had
triumphed. And 10y cometh with the
morning" The light of that house return
ed. The Squire once more drew Fanny to
him, whispered his gratitude, and then re-
tired to the loneliness of his Office, TO muse
over the smouldering embers on his hearth,
upon the great and SURPRISING goodness
which had averted the trial. The patient,
and long-suifering and cheerful grand
mother wiped away the one tear which
trickled out of the corner of her eye, and
pursued her accustomed way of usefulness
and self-control. Clara Bell, who had
constantly dropped in her sweet and gent
tie aid. poured out all her heart in one
Astounding kiss to Fanny, and fled to her
own humble home TO tell all there in
food of grateful tears. The worn and
dropping mother was still too thankful
for words, and too much bowed down to
feel and realize that the joy Of her life had
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