The Northern Pacific farmer. [volume] (Wadena, Minn.) 1878-1885, 1881-12-29


TO Sue, to you, dear!
10 you, to WOO, dear,
u might dare to, Sue,) to call
On you-so, riskirg tho loss Of all,
ia sooner die than miss, dear
For one-just one-swoet kiss, dear.
No! No! Not so!
Not 80; know
'IWere too divine bliss, dear;
And would go
Reluctant, slow,
9ne SKIES ali hung with black!
AND world you cal! me back
TO you, dear?
Answer, aud answer true, dear,
THE CHlLD-ANGEL.
"A New Year Story for the Little Folks.
1t had been showing SO hard all day that
che children could not go out of doors, and
yet mamma had been so indulgent, and pa.
pa had been SO kind and gentle and had
played SO like boy himself with the rest,
that'it was already dark before the children
knew it.
1T seemed to me, said Max, as if I had
never had such good time in my life be-
fore. wish New Year would come every
day Of the year"
$50 do II" resounded from each of the
other children.
Elsie, tho most thoughtful of them all,
had not entered into their sports as gaily as
the rest. Several times during the day she
seen Mammals eyes full Of tears, aud it
troubled her to think that amid ell the
daughter and play mamma should be sad.
Once she had crept softly to mammals side
and said, Dear mamma, won't you tell me
why you are weeping?" But mammals only
reply was kiss and word, bidding her to
go back to the rest. But Elsie guessed the
cause Of mammals SORROW.
awe have all been very happy" said
Elsie, "but we have not forgotten our little
Carl, who was with Us last New Years; We
have not forgotten his chubby face, his
golden hair, his laughing eyes and his mer-
~ voice, and although we know he is hap
pier now than We are, We have wanted to
have him hear with us inst Us he was a year
ago."
The other children Suddenly ceased their
play. They had no thought OF little Carl
al day long but now the mention of his
dead name hushed each voice. Daar little
Carl! as if that home had not been bright
enough, the good Father in heaven had given
bin to make it all the moro radiant and
heavenly with his childish beauty and in
nocent pratt!e. And then after the wor-
ship of the child had grown to be relig.
ion with the parents, God sent his mes
IL.
The death of little Carl had been so gentle
and SO peaceful-it was so like soft sigh
ing of the little soul to sleep in mas arms,
that they could hardly realize the idol had
gone forever. But tho black, long days
that followed, the heartaches, the silent
agony of tears, the voiceless echo of his
baby voice-these and ten thousand other
sweetly bitter things had taught them to
the full measure Of their loss.
The children fell to talking about their
angel brother. Now that his name had
been called, each had some little childish
memory to recount of how Carl looked, OF
what he had said or how gentle and kind
and good he had always been. Mamma sat
hard by and listened to it all, and the tears
came into her eyes and she felt tho awful
depth of her bereavement more than ever
before. And papa-the great, strong man
bad a choking feeling in his throat. There
is nothing more pathetic than child's re-
4cital sfter death and sorrow.
That night after rlamma had gone to bed
and as she lay oppressed with grief and
lonesomeness, she heard the patter of little
3eet and in another moment Elsie was
standing by her bedside.
"Whv, dlrling, exclaimed mamma. why
are you here-what do you want?"
Mamma" said Elsie, you remember I
did not say my prayer tonight when you
put me to bed. 1t was not because I was
not thankful for all Gods goodness to me-
for oh! mamma, am indeed very thankful
that have such pleasant home and such
a dear mamma and papa, and such loving
brothers and sisters. But you have been
so wretched all day, mamma, that wanted
to come and kneel down by your bed and
pray to have little angel Carl come down
tonight and kiss you. May I, mammal"
No priest nor orator inspired could have
breathed into invocation simpler, grander
eloquence than that lisped by the kneelinR
child.
AS if God heard the prayer ct once and
were hastening to grant it, a holy calm
scenes to come into the mothers breast,
the heaEtache ceased and presently the eyes,
weary with weeping, were closed in pro-
found slumber.
A Child Angel, accompanied by his good
guardian Christopher, was walking the
streets Of heaven, seeing the beautiful
sights and listening to the sweet music.
GLOW lovely place heaven isl" cried the
Child-Angel, and how happy l am to
think that it is always to be my home"
"Do you never think of the home you
left on earth?" asked Caristophel.
very. very Often" replied the Child
Angel, and perhaps I might be miserable
did not know that by and by the dear
ones left there will come to join me and
live with me always here"
Just then silver bell began to ring out
its melody and all heaven was filled with
the glad sound
what bell is that?" inquired the Child
Angel.
1T is the silver bell which tells US the
prayer of little child on earth has been
heard and will be answered." said Christie
phel.
Come, let US 60 in and see," exclaimed
the Child Angel.
$50 the two entered the great golden
temple where children we're singing oh the
ioveliest melodies.
The father was in the midst Of the chill
dren. There was an eternal smile on his
patriarchal face, and the children gathered
about his knees and pressed their kisses
upon his glowing, snow white beard.
Come here, my little one." said the Fa-
ther to the Child-Angel. And the Child
Angel went to him gladly.
"A little prayer has come to me from
earth" said the father, and it asks that
you, my child, may be spared a little while
from heaven to go down and kiss your dea,
mamma"
And may 60, dear Father-may I &c
and kiss mamma just once?" cried the
Child Angel.
YES replied the Father, 4and Christie.
phel shall go with you, that no harm may
befall you. Now, hasten, that your absence
be not too long"
So Christophel and the Child Angel went
hand in hand together. Out through the
gates OF heaven they passed, and upon the
clouds OF descending snow they came down
to earth.
Perhaps it was because he had lost his
way, or perhaps he desired to test the feel
ings of his little companion-at any rate
Ohristophel conducted the Child Angel into
grand, lofty mansion, where there was
music and dancing and the noise Of child
rem at play. In their heavenly guise the
Dassed through the carved Cloorwavs into