Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1881-03-16

mercy which said, 1T is more blessed to give
than to receive p" Marjory, having no
ticed his impotence, said "Papa, what
made you look so cross when the minister
was talking about giving to the heather and
the poor for Jesus sake Papa, ! give all
my money to Jesus, because he loves me.
love to do it. Don't you love Jesus too ~
On New Years morn she could not lit
her head. A beautiful sled, which had been
provided as a surprise, was held up before
her, but she only glanced at 1t. Her bank
was shown to her, full up to its mouth, but
she was too sick. At noon the dreadful dis
ease had nearly cut off her breathing. For
two dreary days all was hopeless. Her
father could not leave her. Day and night
his eager eyes gazed on every motion OF her
pain. Propped up on pillows she lay with
flushed face, the thin, white fingers. grasp.
ing her money-bank, the only thing she had
cared to see. As the breath was being cut
off from her in the last throes OF death, her
lips moved All bent down in tears to catch
her last whispers Of warning or love. Her
father forgot the rest and eagerly listened
for every loved word. She whispered
"He is coming, papa. Dear Jesus is here
/ must 90, papa" and, as her eyes were hx-
ing, half-formed smile gave its feeble light
TO her pain-strained face. 81 shall soon be
able to tell Jesus how much love him, and
at 90 love him, too, papa; and at 90 loves
our minister and at 90 love to give to the
heather and the poor and that mamma
loves him too, and that brothers and sisters
love him. And now, papa, want TO KISS
our dear minister, Mr.. -, goodbye. lie
has been so kind, and has loved your little
girl, and told her so many sweet stories
about Jesus and | want to kiss his wlie,
Mrs. -. She loved me too" she stili
held on to the little money-bank, and, as her
voice grew weaker and weaker, slowly and
less audibly she was heard again now
papa, can't give my money any more You,
please, papa. You know who Loved 70 give
il to. You give it for your little darling"
The head fell upon the fathers shoulder,
her soft auburn hair fell in tresses over his
arm, and little Marjory spake on earth no
more.
That night Donald Richie sat looking va
cantly on the coored isinglass through which
the light came from the stove. His heart
was humbled with grief. lie felt himself
accursed from God and forsaken. At first a
bitter rebellion ragged in his soul, but soon,
like the gathering clouds by which the heav-
ems are overcast, and the lightning flash, and
the voice of threatening mutters, all break
away in the gentlest shower. Donald wept
all his bitterness away in the thought OF his
child's love. The sweetest memory was
when she came into his sick-room and said,
"Papa, hear my verse, Suffer the little chill
dren.' Papa, don't that do you good ~ lie
dropped from his chair ON his knees and
said, Help me, as my dear babe, to receive
the kingdom of God" He arose from his
his knees strengthened and comforted, and
right bravely did Donald Richie from that
time forward fight selfishness, stinginess,
and ill-naturedness. To his brethren he
gave up the government of the church, The
old charter, the occasion of many bitter
fight, he threw away. On the day he laid
away the sacred form, every eye was fearful
at the last act in the solemn service. When
the grave had been filed, and the sexton
had finished the little hillock and turned
away, Donald knelt and kissed the earth,
and said, "Lord, sanctify this bitter sorrow
to the heart of thine unworthy servant"
The next morning he sent note which
read as follows "Dear Pastor (he had al
ways before called him Jones), feel that
owe you more than can express in thanks
for your patience with my waywardness. L
send you check for our dear little Marjory
toward your inadequate salary" The
check, for $50, was signed "Marjory, per
Donald Richie
In few days check was sent to the
board of foreign missions, to which he
never before would give dollar, which read
as follows
"Pay to the board of foreign missions
fifty dollars. MARJoRY, per Donald Richie"
His pew rent, which had never been over
twenty dollars, he increased to one hundred,
and the check was signed "Marjory, per
Donald Richie"
This change went like diapason through
all that was good in his whole remaining
life, and he became as gentle to all now as
he had been exasperating before.-Ihe
Presbyterian.