Year: 1863

world, and we've each tasted the bitter cup
10 our turn. If / can do anything for you.
say SO. A Friend once saved me from dis
pair; and then said would never turn
cold eye on any mortal in trouble. Can
! help you ?"


"None but God can comfort N G, and He
has done a.; | am satisfied in knowing that
His will is done. Look up here, kind
friend" he added, pointing to the top Of his
load. "Do you see that cradle, that crib,
and that high-ehair? A week AGO they
were flled; but now they are empty, and
will remain SO. A little prattler slept in
The crib, and blessed baby eight months
old, in the cradle. God took them bolh
from us in one day but we haven't word
to say against His doings. Some parents
have to give -p their children to destruc-
ton; We gave ours 10 blessedness."


"But why are you moving, friend, from
your home p


20, sir, we couldn't i've in tlat house
without them Everything reminded us
OF them. The flowers he little boy used
TO gather, the chickens he always fed, the
old wel-sweep he often tried to climb, the
rocks he played on; @, sir, if you never
had your home left desolate in one day,
you can't understand my feelings. We
couldn't stay there, it was so sill. My
poor wife could not help running to the
door TO see if the little boy was safe and
kept listening to know if the baby was
waking. Then when it fell back on her
heart that her care for them wes over, il
was too much for her. She waned me to
take her away where it wasn't sostill. But
IT will be still in our hearts, many day,
no matter how much stir there may be in
the world without. We have been trying
10 forget our loss, and we stored away
everything that would remind VS. Of it in
the garret of our house but after all the
poor mother clung TO the very things she
couldn't look at. After all was loaded, she
begged me 10 bring down the crib. the
cradle, and the high-chair they are sacred
things, and she couldn't leave them behind !!
know it's all in vain, trying to move
away from trouble; but the poor. mother
couldn't stay there; SO we are going for
while 10 tue cottage by the mill. But the
murmur of the stream, and the clatter of
the mill, can't drive away the pain, and
longing, from our hearts. We shall stay
there suppose, for year, and then go
back to our home, to feel as if We had just
buried them. I've no faith in moving as
medicine; l only GO to please my wife.
| tell her we are going to


"'chauge the place, but keep the pain.'"


In the loving kindness of his heart, the
store-keeper unhitched the refreshed animal,
stroked again his name, and gave The reins
to the driver. Then taking his hand, he
said in plying tones. God tless you,
brother Goodbye"


The words were as cordial to flaming
heart. The wo' d " broiher +" has often lf.
ted the head above waters, and led the des-
olate to feel that he was not alone in the
world. 0, how easy it is to learn the cause
of deep anguish and to speak plying
word if we can't do no more.


All moving are not like this one. Many
families have been reared in homesteads
which were very dear to them whose pines
whispered words of peace ard whose vines
had entwined themselves with living ten
drills around the heart. The death of
father, the reverse of fortune, or the injus-
tice of the wicked, may have closed its doors
upon them, and sent them out 10 seek what
they may never find, now and real home
Surely, such claim the tenderest pity, even
of the stranger. The aching of the heart
called home-sickness is no light one.
1t is disease which no physician on earth
can cure, and which bears down with crush
ing weight on the heart whose chief desire
is to dwell among its own.


How few of the scores who met that sor-
rowful man on the highway, or gazed at him
from their windows, asked, Wherefore
this change 2" We pass aud repass the
day after day, not knowing
what cruel load is pressing upon them,
which we, perchance, might aid in pearine.
The sorrow of this man was such as only
Heaven could heal: but we are surrounded
by those whose cares we may tighten and
whose SORROWS we can relieve. Let them
not be passed by with curious gaze and