The Pascagoula democrat-star., 1885-04-17

( bhl HlihNH. 1Cb ho Nv hlNil HSb
! His goodness whose love is un.
bounded. He will bring all out
right in the end.a
/ Just at this moment the keys of a
/ Piano in the adjoining room were
touched lightly aud skillfully.
Then a soft, sweet voice sung Mrs.
Hematl's beautiful "Eveuing Song
of the Tyrolese Peasants:'
"Come to tho sunset tree!
The day is past and gone,
The woOdman's aX lies free,
And the reapers work is DONE
1t was the voice Of theIr own
child that warbed low aud dis
tinctly the sweet air and soothing
words OF this sOug-tlpir Edith
NOW just at the tender age of four
teen. She was more beautiful than
her mother had been, whose virtues
were reproduced in her child, with
added lHStre. Toward her parents
she had ever exhibited the most
devoted love. Gentle, wise above
ber years, discreet aud firm, she
had truly been an elder sister TO
hpr younger brothers and sisters,
all Of whom loved her, and we, e
ever willing to submit 10 her tneif
little difficulties, and abide her ar
bitrati0n. 10 tell how much her
father loved her would he impossi-
bic. She was bis idol. No sound
wds TO him so sweet as the sound
of her voice, singing some simple
ballad, or lingering on some sooth-
ing air.
Like oil poured upon troubled
waters were words, voice aud melo-
dy to bis feelings. He listened
with rapt attention to every word,
every peculiar grace in the air,
every variation of affection IN her
voice. When the last sound died
upon his ear, he looked up, aud
smiling in the face OF his wife, said:
"Did you ever hear any thing
swecler than that? 1t was The
very soul of music that breathed
from ber lips.H
"it is very sweet wturued the
mot her. edith is treasure That
cannot ue valued. Ii ever parents
were blessed IN child, we are
blessed in herr
The door opened, and Edith en-
tered, She was tall, slender aud
graceful, yet simple in her manner.
She walked up 10 where her mother
stood, with ber baud still resting
upon her husband, and, crowding
in between them and the window,
half rpcliued against her father,
with an air Of chlldlike affection.
rIueman laid his hand f0ndly upou
her head, and gentle Smuoihed her
bair, at the same tine that he
pressed his lips to her cheek.
No Wold was spoken for many
minutes. The group remained as
motionlcsS during ihe time as il uu-
der the eyes Of painter; bat each
heart was beating high with pule
aud happy feelings. From the
fathers mud all anxious care had
hed. He loved his family. Each
member had place in his heart,
and that place was kept sacred.
"Hou sung that evening song
just at the right moment, Edith.'
This was said by her father, after
she had stood by his side ter sev.
eral minutes. ''You knew | was
sltting here 7"
"Yps."
"And sung for me my favorite
airin
"Yes; it was for your ears, faith.
err
"Thank you, dear. My mind was
not as calm as usual but that song,
and your voice, have tranquilized
my spirits. am Saul, and you
ale to me as David"
mo, no father; l cauuot admit
that comparison to be true" Filth
replied, taking bold OF his hand
aud gently pressing it. The twi.
light had deepeued Into obscnrity,
aud hidden each face from the 9th
er's eyes. "You are not Saul, pos
sessed of an evil spirit. Oh no,
mop
1Distrust of Providence is an
evil spirit, my child"
"But you cannot diSiruSt kind /
Providence. Ny father knows who I
it is that governs all things in Wis. /
dOm." This was said with some
thing of a surprise, that her father.
who bad so carefully taught her to 1
believe IN the untliling wisdom and I
goodness OF God, should himself (
feel distrust."
Il; is not always, my child = he
replied, "ghat we eau keep, while
subjected to the worlds trials and I
disappointmeuts, Onr minds evenly
balanced, our confidence nnwaver-
ing. Bat He who sees, loves, and
piiies US, ever provides autidoics
tor these states. We are not suf-
ferea to remain long under the
cloud. To me your voice alone, as
yoa sung some favorite song, has
many a time dispelIetl the gloom
that has settled on my mind has
chased away the evil spirif.r
"How glad | am that the voice
given me is pleasant to my fathers