Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1879-11-10
s9oMth's Column.
TRUST AND WAIT.

leahess among dozen or more beautiful
trees of the same species, whose flowers,
of every size and hue, breathed fragrance
on the air of the bright summer morn
ing. "Why was | ever taken from my
native hedge.row, where the bees slipped
honey from my blossoms, and the butter
flies summed themselves among my
branches 2"
"And who are you ?" said beautiful
white rose, as she bent gracefully for
ward.
81 am now dried up, useless stick
replied the stock; 81 aoas the beauty
and pride of country lane. my flowers
the delight of the village children. and
many tired traveller as he passed by
was refreshed by my soft fragrance.
Those happy days are over for ever; my
leaves, my flowers, my branches, all are
torn from me; and to aggravate my
troubles, | am placed here to be reminded
by your life and beauty of what 1 was,
and what | am"
After the stock ceased speaking, there
was sorrowful pause among her hear
ers; then the white rose said:
"Do not be cast down., my poor friend;
you are not the only one thus afflicted.
Look at me Ysi tn Tas p Snce as YOU are /
The stock only answered sadly:
alt is impossible that your sorrows
can have been as great as mine; can
not think that my troubles make me any
better, but worse"
Then trust" said her companion !;
"trust and wait"
"Trust and waltz echoed they all,
and richer perfume seemed breathed
from their many-colored flowers; and
the breeze caught up the sound, and bore
it over hill and dale to a lovely wood
where nightingale sat silent; and so
beautiful seemed the words to the bird,
that, springing upward to the loftiest
bough of a stately elm, he turned them
into music, and the sounds foated back
again to the garden, and were echoed in
the songs of the thrush and the linnet,
till Trust and wait I" seemed whis-
pered and warbled all round the stock.
"Do they all say so p thought she
"then l will try to do it.
By and by tiny graft was inserted
by the gardener into her stem; but she
scarcely noticed it.
at makes little difference what they
do with me now," she thought; "the old
days can never return. Still, will trust
and wait"
And so she did, till summer faded into
autumn and winter laid his icy hand
upon the garden. The flowers hung
their heads when they felt his cold
breath, and the leaves fell sadly from
the trees as the autumn wind warned
them of his approach. The thrush and
the nightingale were heard no more; but
from the bare branches where they used
to sing, the same words of hope came tc
the rose-stock in the shriller tones of the
robin for Trust and wait |" was the
burden of its song also.
At last winters icy reign was over
from the hard ground the snowdror
raised its modest head, and the pale
sweet faces of the primroses smiled
among their broad leaves. To the stock
too, a change came; leaves decked hel
: once bare stem, and new life seemed t.
thrill through every fibre.
: "But my sweet blossoms are gone fol
; ever !" she thought.
: Still the returning swallows brought
the same message as the nightingale anc
robin had before, for they twitterec
"Trust and wait p as they sported in The
sunshine above her. All her compan
ions sprang into flower at the musica
call of June, but no bud appeared
among her leaves; yet the stock wa
content, for she had almost learnt he
lesson and once more summer was sue
ceeded by autumn, and autumn by win
ter. Winter fed at the approach o
spring, and again all things were awak
G ing into life. The rose stock was GOV
: cred with large, beautiful leaves, an,
among them, unknown to any but tn
dew-drops and the sunbeams, tiny bu
was growing. Each day it became large
: and stronger, and yet so gradual was it
growth, that the stock hardly knew &
> its existence. But one morning, whe
the sun was taking his first peep throug
the parted curtains of the east, she wok,
and there, among her leaves, rested
lovely flower of deepest crimson, battle
: in dew-drops, which the morning SUI
beams were turning into cluster {
gems. For some minutes the tree
wild-rose stock no longer gazed IN VOL
, dering delight at her beautiful offspring
>, then she turned towards her friend, IL
:: white rose, and whispered softly:
:, "Look at the end of all my Waitin
the reward of all my trust !"-Ear
I, Days.
he CoLUMBUs's EGG OUTDONE.-I on