St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1878-05-31
Trusting God.

One of Daniel QuOrm's class said that
she ''could trust the Lord where she
could not trace him." Daniel did not
believe in that, and, after speaking his
own mind. he called on "Frankie,n who
spoke as follows:
"You've been talkin' about trustin
in the Lord when we can't trace him
Well (bless his dear name y | don't
know anything about tracin' him, and
| never thought anything about that
But do love to think about trustin
him, an | do know something about
that (bless him y
81 be poor, ignorant scholar, an
always seem to be down at the bottom
o. the class in good many things. But
(bless him y I've had enough, reckon,
to make me almost the top o. the class
in trustin' him. o dear leader it be
'zactly as you've been sayin'-so safe
that you don't think pom it; just lynn
down in his arms, without a mOrsel o.
care or frettin', but feelin' SO sure that
everything be as right us it can be, an
never n shadow % fear comes cIeepin'
up between his sunshine an me. Why,
if heaven be any better than that, then
heaven must be wonderful place,
sure 'nOugh.
sit came to my mind, week or two
ago, so full, an sweet, an precious that
can hardly think of anything else. 1t
was durin' them cold northeast winds /;
these winds had made my cough very
bad, an | was shook all to bits, and felt
very i'll. My wife was sittin' by my
side, an once, when | had sharp fit of
it, she put down her work, an looked
at me till her eyes filed with tears, an
she says: frankie, frankie, whatever
will become of us when you be gone p
She was maxim warm petticoat for
the little maid !; so, after minute OF
two, took hold of it, an says: what
are ZEE maxim, my dearP She held it
up without a word her heart was too
full to speak. For the little maid p
says. EAn' nice warm thing, too.
How comfortable it will keep her Does
she know about it 2 4f r.
"'Know about it Why of course
not said the wife, wondering. what
should she know about it for p
81 waited another minute, an then
said what wonderful mother you
must be, wife, to think about the little
maid like that =
Wonderful, frankie? Why, it
would be more like wonderful if / for
got that the cold weather was a comm,
and that the little maid would be a
wantin' something warm
$50 then, you see, | had got her, my
friends" and frankie smiled. $50
wife = says l, do you think that you be
gOin' to take care o. the little maid like
that, an your Father in heaven be
a-gOin' to forget you altogether? Come
now (bless him y isn't he as much to be
trusted as you are? An do you think
that he'd see the winter comm up sharp
an cold an not have something waitin'
for you, an just what you want, too !?
An know, dear wife, that you wouldn't
like to hear the little maid go frettin',
an an sayin': "There, the cold winter
be a-cOmin', an whatever shall 1 do if
my mother should forget me ~ Why,
you'd be hurt an grieved that she
should doubt you like that. She knows
that you care for her, an what more
does she need to know? That's enough
to keep her from frettin' about any
thing. Your heavenly Father knoweth
that you have need of all these things.
That be put down in his book for you,
wife, AM on purpose for you, an you
grieve an hurt him when you 60 to
frettin' about the future, an doubtin'
his love-
"'Ah frankie / wish / had your
faith says she. An 1 let her 60 on
with her work, hopin' she would think
it over.
''When the little maid came home
from school that afternoon she had a
bit of Il sick headache. She went fret
tin about the kitchen whilst her mother
was gettin' the tea, an; couldn't rest
quiet for minute together. But when
the wife sat down the little maid came
an laid herself in her mothers arms
an put her head on her bosom, an hel
mother began to sing a quiet kind o
hymn to her. Then the little maid for
got her frettin', and sank down all snug
an comfortable, and in a few minutes
she was gone off to sleep.
= ".Frankie,' | says to myself. as
looked at it, there's a lesson for thee
Sometimes the children o. the heavenly
Father get all fretful an sickly, an they
go here an there, an can't find a com
Portable place anywhere, but are al
nervous an fidgety. Here's what thol
must do, frankie: thou must come an
lay myself down in the everlastin' arms
am lean thy tired head upon the bosom
o. thy dear Lord, an draw his love il
all around thee; an Almost before thol
know it all thy fears an troubles shall
be hushed off to sleep, an thou1t hea
nothin' but a quiet kind o. singin' il
thy soul tellin' o. his love- All it b