The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1876-04-30

1Dstead of peace. give me o Lord
n I%npings to iulal Thy word
Awaken me Wlthln
1,fs,z Lesson let me fully learn.
h "a MERGE my heart with PAIN
Then in Tame own time, inou win 'uin
My seeming loss to gam
And on nv cross I shall be borne
To Thy dear home above
And light sh Ill turn 20 DtiSn'o'' 0A'
And pain perfect love!
HOPE ENGLISH OR, THE WISH foLFihLEp'
BY nISsu MARY LEE.
LITTLE Hope English, weary with the
summer mornings heat, much walking,
and the weight, or rather the cum bersome-
ness, of her big basket sas gown 10 resi-
.bat vas in refreshing shadow. She wiped
sh~ rsrsniration from her brow with one
hrovn little hand, and the other still rest
;nn mon the handle of her basket, she
Wstched intenty passing carriage until
IL whirled out of sight, or was lost in the
confusion of car, or omnibus, hack, and 80
! forth, which invariably fills a city street.
1t was not the carriage, rich and glitter
ing, that attracted the eager attention
of the child it was the face and figure of
a little girl within, beautiful as a doll,
her white robes futterIng, and her blue
ribbons streaming with the rapid motion
of revolving wheels. Hope English, rest
ing on the cool steps, sighed deeply. She
had never beard the story of Cinderella,
and therefore sent forth no vain wishes
that fairy godmother might spring out
of the ground, and endow her with beauty,
golden slippers, a coach and six, and a
lover who should prove to be the son of
king. No; but poor little Hopes heart
was stirred with n human wish that she
too, might be a beautifully dressed little
lady, riding in carriage, fiuttering in
white and blue, the admiration and envy
of forlorn, tired, untidy, scolded asd beaten
Hopes like herself She felt sure that
the lovely vision which bad just greeted
and vanished from her sight was the in
habitant of no dingy basement-room, like
herself, bat the inmate of palace, and
the idol of a doting mother. Then her
heart gave great throb, and bounding
memory came back to her of a sweet
and loving mother, whose tones had been
ever gentle, who bad died blessing and
caressing her but, alas! it had been with
in the dark and dismal rooms she had ever
since Inhabited the rooms of Aunt Amy,
Hope remembered the pallid face and the
blue eyes; these she could never forget;
and she never neglected to obey the last
pious Injunction to kiss the cruciix, and
to cay the beads morning and night For
the perfoI nance of this dutiful obedience,
Aunt Amy, 'xacting and barsh though
she was, had ever given her ample oppor
tunity. For Hopes guardian was Cath
Ole, after. fashion, though a poor one,
and would have stood in mortal fear of =
righteous retIibution had she failed to heed
the dying request of piOus soul, who had
received the laet Sacramento lying upon
her own bed.
Hope suddenly shivered, when, awaken
ing from her reverie, ste raised her basket,
and going again upon the sunny street,
pursued her journey.
You are late this morning." quoth
Miss Electa, MIR. Aunberg's housekeeper,
to little Hope, as she toddled in to the
kitchen of the aristocratic mansion, for
whose master Aunt Amy was laundress.
81 have been half hour waiting for you.
Mr. Aunberg has taken the strapgest
notion; he has been watching you from
week to week, as You have come and gone.
He insists your eyes are Just like the blue
eyes of beautiful picture which hangs in
his dressipgroOm. Take off your sun
bonnet, and let Betty wash and dress your
hair. You are to be taken to the parlor,
where Mr.. Aunberg and his con are wait
full eyes. Look up here, dear l believe
there is a resem blance.-but that is moth
ing remarkable. Your hair, too, has some
thing the color, but much brighter
shade"
Hopes heart trembled and fluttered.
What could the rich, handsome Mr.. Aun-
berg wish her to enter his presence for, if
not to fnd fault with and scold her What
had any one wished of her in all the five
years since her dear mamma died, bat
Toll and willing obedienceR What had she
received from Aunt Amy, her only friend,
but rigorous exactious, harsh words, cruel
blows She would fain have withdrawn
from out the pale of the rich mans sur
roundings, and hidden her golden head in
the lap of the dread Aunt Amy, as some
times she was allowed to do, or buried it,
sobbing, as she Oftener did, in the dingy
folds of Der scant pillow; but are not the
weak subject to the strong7 and the poor,
does not necessity compel them, in a sense,
to be slaves to the rich Z And the timidity,
and the rebellion, and the innate resistance
within the ohild's soul was crushed down,
and made to give no sign, as she followed,
wonderiDgly, the pompous Miss Electa up
the winding stairs, and was ushered into
parlors whose maguifcence she had dream
ed belonged only to heaven.
Hope, saw not at first, the elegant gen.
tIeman peepipg at her curiously through
golden bowed glasses, nor the half grown
youth, who was reclining, semi couchant
by the side of a splendid specimen of the
Newfoundland dog; for she saw herself
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