Year: 1859

Il When it was good, the angel Uver tn


right shoulder, with glad smile wrote j
down in his golden book; when evil, how
/ ever trivial, the angleo over the LEFT shoulder


wrote it down in his book. Then he KEEP
his .sorrowfui eyes on her until he fount


pe6itenee for the evil: upon which he drop
4 ped tear on his record and blotled It on
j and both angels reioieed. To the locker


on it seemed as if the traveller did little which
i was worthy of such ascareful record.
i Sometimes she did but bathei the weary
/ feet of her children. and the angel over the
! right shoulder wrote it down. Sometimes
she Gid but wait patiently to lure back some
/ little truant who had taken step in the
wrong direction. and the angel oVerthe right
shoulder wrote it down. xa 1aa es q
Sometimes, with her eyes fixed upon the
| golden horizon, she became so intent upon
her own progress as to let the little pilgrims
al her side languish or stray; then it was
that the angel over the left shoulder who
lifted the golden pen and made the entry,
following her with sorrowing eyes seeking
to blot il out. II wishing to hasten on her


Journey, she left the little ones behind, it
was the sorrowing angel who recorded her
progress. nd the observer felt, as she
looked on, that this was faithful record,
and was to be kept to her journeys END -
The strong clasps of gold on those golden
books, also impressed her with the belief
that they were 10 be sealed for future open
ing. Her sympathies were warmly excited
for the traveller; and with a beating heart
she quickened her steps that she might over
take her and tell her what she had seen,
and edtreat her to be watehful, and faith
fuI, and patient to the end in her life's work
for she had herself seen that its results
would all be known when those golden
books should be unclasped. That she must
not think any duty too trivi al, for surely
there was an angel over her right shoulder
or one over her left, who would record it all. |


Eager to warn her of this, she gently |
touched her. the traveller turned and she |
recognized, HERSELF. Startled and alarmed /
she awoke and found herself in tears. The
grey light of morning struggled through the
half open shutter, the door was ajar, and |
merry faces were peeping in.


3'Wish you a Happy Yew Year, mamma
Wish you HAPPY New Yearn


She returned the merry greeting heartily.



istenee, she had found her way through the /
mazes where she had been entangled, and +
light was now about her path. The Angel
o0er the right shoulder, whom she had seen
in her dream had assured her that her life
work was bound up in that golden book, and
its final results would be known-and as
sured her what was her duty-now she saw
plainly enough what she had not seen before,
that while j: was right to cultivate, as far as
she could, her own mind and heart, it was
equally right and equally important for her
20 perform faithfully all those little houses
hold duties and cares. on which the comfort
and virtue OF. her family depended.


They had acquired new dignity from the
'ecords of that golden pen--and they could
lot be neglected without danger.


Sad thoughts and misgivings. and ungrati-
led 1engIngs seemed 10 have taken their
flight with The Old Year. and it was with a
new resolution, and cheerful hope, and
lappy heart, that she welcomed the New :
Yeafs = e


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