The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1880-05-22
vas arranged, I went into the entry to speak

was arranged, l went into the entry 70 speak
with Kitty concerning dinner. When I re-
opened the door saw that mysterious
movement again. Ny dressmaker was
slipping something into her basket. "oh I"
she said, with slight jump, "what little
thing starts me ! l was just reading my lituS
song"
"Your little song7"
"Yes, it's bit of writing I've had four
or five years, the greatest comfort Of my
liiei almost" and she lowered her voice,
like my Bible. 1t keep me up when do
believe nothing else ould." .u.
She said this in sucIl CHEEKY way, Wills
picking out the basting threads, that hard.
ly knew how to reply. But at last said.
stupidity enouehI-
Don't you eyer get sick, Mrs. BondH"
ono, not often leastwise, not enough 10
make me lose my day. Thank you, deary,
I'll g. on with that sleeve if } ou han't fn-
shed 1t, and you can take up the cording."
ats wonderful" I said, tacitly following
her direction, "really wonderful, to think
of your supporting all your family SO, aud
on two dollaf5 day"
"sometimes do wonder" she said quiet
ly, chow do it but God helps US, and
then, you know, have my little song. I'T
take them black hooks, please"
We sat silently working for few mo
ments. AT last said, softly and revereut.
w.
Mrs. Eohd, will you teach me your little
song?"
She looked up with surprised "whst
deary ?"
"That little song you were speaking Of,
1t would do me good too, Pm sure. Will
you teach 1t to me?'
"You; child You don't need it,-young
blight, and happy. It is only for tired old
bodies like me-"
"Ah hut perhnpsI do" persisted "life
is very yeXng to me sometimes"
She bent down, and lifting ber little bas-
ket, slowly raised the lid, then took out
folded piece of paper worn and dingy. She
opened it tonderly as she handed it to me.
"This is my little song, deary. know
all it says but it always helps me 10 read
it, especially when things come into my
mind that oughtn't to-"
had expected to End one of the sweetest
old hymns that tell of comfort and joy to
come, as reward for sorrow suffered here.
But the verses that saw surprised me.
Where did you find this poem ?"
asked.
81 didn't find it. The Lord sent il to me
sort of my yserious. Ayoung girl read it out
once in room. where. was sewing, and
when had a chance, | asked her TO write
it down !or me. I don'tts to such things
generally but this song is kind o by ITSELF"
Aud so it was. For the poem was Ade-
laide Proctor's One by One"
al have a whole book OF verses written by
the same lady," sgid.. .still looking at the
paper; "shal bring it, and read you few
of them?"
"No, deNry,T thank you kndlyj but most
like wouldn't understand cm. This little
sons'Il last me out well enough. As you're
looking at 1t, dcary, would you mind saying
it for me out loud? ?"
For the first time during our conversation
she laid down her work, and leaned back in
her chair, while read in voico that tried
not to tranlble;
zone by one the sands are flowing,
One by one the moments fall
Some are comm Z, some are going,
Do hot strive 20 grasp them all.
zone BY one thy Jutses wait thee,
Let thy whole strength gotO each
Let no future dreaus elaEe thee,
Learn thou first what these can teach.
"One by one (brght gins from heavenly
Joys are sent thee here below;
Take them readily when given,
Ready, too, to let them 20.
"one by one thy grlefs shall meet thee,
DO not seaT an armed band;
One will tade MS others greet thee,
Shadows passing through the land.
NO not looE ct lies long sorrow;
Sec how small each moments paIni
God will help thee for Tomorrow,
So each day brgin again.
"Every hour that neets so slowly
Has its task to do OF bear
Luminous the crown and holy,
Ifthou set each gem with care.
do not lingar with regretting.
Or for passing hours despond
Nor the daily toll forgetting,
Look to eagerly beyond
"Hours are golden links, Gods token,
Reach ng heaven but one by one
Take them, lest the ehatn be broken
Ere the pilgrimage 80 done"
looked Mrs. Bond was busily sewing
her "whole strength" going to the presen
duty, her little wrinkled mouth pursed in
tently as usual, her gray eyebrows arched
mildly above her spececles, and her sweet
old face more placid than ever.
Adelaide Proctor is with the angels now
The tumult of this busy world shall never
more disturb her. But she is gladder
more blessed angel, we may be sure, when
ever that dear old woman reads her httls
song - Theophiiils and others, By Mary Nope
DODGE,