The Monitor., 1890-04-18

good-enough ole hymns was brung up
on"
well, go on and sing them. was
brought up on them, too; they seem like
the dear old home
"Let-a cares like wild deIuge come,
Leta storms oh sorrer fall,
SO bnt safely reach-a my hum,
Ny God, my heaben, my all.'
Carl came softly in and laid his head
down on my pillow, whispering, "Don'
she sim lubly, mammal"
drew him to me, saying: "Yes, dar-
ling, listenn'
"All hail de powah oh Jesus name,
Let angels PROSTATE fall;
Bring forth de royal dierdem,
And crown Him Lord of all.'
Silence and the closing of the door an
nouneed that the singer had gone to hang
out some clothes. | rose, finding my head
much better, and little Carl was fast
asleep. began preparation for dinner,
and half unconseiously took up the last
verse Of the hymn:
"Oh. that with yonder sacred throng
Weat His feet may fall;
Wen join the everlasting song,
| And crown Him Lord Of alI!n
My eyes filled with happy tears as faith
| asserted itself. Although dear ones walk
| far apart in this world, it W i'll be all right
| if from East to West We find the way to
| the eternal home.
Aunt Ruby, are you always happy?"
| asked, little later
"Well, mostly honey. ! has terrible
| aches in my lameness when de wedder's
damp, an den it's kindly hard pullin' but,
law, take holt an sing it out. OATS my
medicine, an it's a mighty good one. Did
you eber try it, child?"
81 used to carol little around the
house when felt happy, but lately I've
been too heavy y-hearted and weary to sing
or enjoy anything.
Laws, deary! denis jes' de times yer
| needs it; W EN- one has trubble, it lifts EN-
right up. knows, kase I'se tried it. Use
had lot Of 'fictiops, an de wust of all
was wen my old man Dan'l died. He
was a good man, dat he wns, honey En-
eff couldn't sing bout the place where
he's gone to. dunno what I'd DO. 1t
makes it all seem real like, an es eff he's
| jes' a-waitin fer me to come; does soi''
went into the pantry to mix some bis
cults, wondering what dear old hymn
would be her next selection. might have
known, for her loving thoughts were with
s'Danrr
"Dere is land ofpure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;
Infinite day excloods be night
An, pleasures Danish pain.
Dere eberlastin spring abides,
An neber witherin flowers;
| Death like narrow sea divides
Data heabenly lam from ours"
'1e see. honey, dar's sight oh comfort
ter me in dat ar hymn, kase Dan'lwus pow
ahful han ter lub flowers, an jes' ter t'ink
dat he has 'em all de year roun', an here
dey's so feetin'! Ye see, chile, it's sight
o comfort ter know jus how t'ings is wild
'em " EN- dey's clean gone from hyar; an
| if it wusn't for de verses an de two las
chapters in de Bible dat tells all bout it, l
dunno what should do. 'speets I'd be
a pore mis'sable creetur"
1T must be dreary living alone. Aunt
Ruby?"
''Yessum; but | has sight O. comforts,
en- kin read little in Dan'l's ole Bible;
an dat 5 such company He was gran
reader, an use ter lis en- till l kindly knows
how de verses goes fore / see EN- An
den I'se got lots o friends, an Use able
ter do, an help my own self, an Use got a
mossel o savings put by, an so ebery ting
works togedder fur good. Now, bout desc
yere fiannels; Use berry keerful OBJ dem,
an hes a certain way ter wash em myself .
"Do just as you think fit, auntie, You
know more about them, and everything
else worth know ing, thanI do, fancy
''Laws-a-massyl Hear dat now! Ho,
ho, hol Why, Use pore, iggorant wom-
an; alters had to work, an scarce any lar
nin'."
"Well, you know how to make the best
of this world. and make sure of the next,
and that is the wisest kind of knowledge,
after all :"
Carl woke ap and asked, ''Is'e nice brack
lady don way?''
Harry came in. rejoiced to see his wife
with the wrinkles gone from her brow, and
a smile on her lips.
"Why, has the headache all gone, dears''
"Yes, Harry, and great deal Of the
wretched heartache with IL Our new
washerwoman is blessed comforter
TO KEEP FROM sC0wLENG.
A great many earnest thinkers of a ner-
vous temperament fall into the habit oi