Year: 1874

lt was all sue nad when she came to
mo-a bunch of June roses. Their
sweet scent now carries me back to the
| time-the warm, GuDny, summer morn
ing-when she stood at my door in her
little cotton gown, the roses trembling
in her timid grasp, and her great brown
eyes wet with tears, looking up, pito-
ously, into mine. Ten--twenty-how
many years ago is it? All mel-and |
still live! was younger woman then.
My life was one long day Of pleasure.
My husband loved me- worshiped
him but yeti was not happy. Like
Rachel, | mourned and wept, and
would not be cOmforted. "Give me
children, or die" was the bitter cry
moaned necessarily. Then there
came 10 me one day, in answer to my
rebellious, wicked thought, q great
sorrow. Death instead of life lay on
my bosom, and found myself, while
still young woman, widowed as well
as childless


When / awoke from the terrible
apathy Of grief, which held me for a
time IN its pitiless embrace, looked
around me, and thought, "There is
surely something for me to do in this
great world. | will make reparation
for my sin. May there not be in this
wide world some little child as lone as
I?-some mstheriess one, who shall
be waiting for-the chillless ?" Then
/ determined to search for such one,
and made the tour, religiously, Of all
The charitable institutions, far aud
near. 1t was to me religion, for |
went with an earnest, penitent heart.
81 shall know her, when see her." |
would answer the many friends who all
thought they knew tho child | wanted
and still l went on searching through
city AMI town. I found many little
ones who needed all the help that /
freely offered, but none that / felt in
my heart was the little child for whom
/ longed who should be waiting for
me


A year passed thus, and by the grave
faces, and half-heard whispers of my
friends, | saw they thought my grief
had turned my brain, and that | sought
but a phantom of my imagination.
The time came, however, when found
my child They were going through
the sick-ward oil "HOme for Friend
less Little Ones in an eastern city,
one day In June, when, from little
cot in the extreme corner OF the room,
J saw two great brown eyes looking up
at me piteously. l left my companions
hurredly to run toward the bedside,
and stopping down L passionately
kissed the beautiful face.


"Are you my mamma ?" the soft
voice asked, tremulously, the little face
flushing with pleasure beneath my
warm caresses.


eyes, my darling" I whispered
back, "I am your mamma" and she
clasped her arms round my neck in a
close embrace, that k1it my heart to
hers forever after


Ah, knew then that my husband in
heaven had sent me to this little one
for I saw him looking through her eyes
straight into mine / asked few ques-
tions concerning her, and they told me
little knowing nothing more than that
she was waif rescued from the tempest
of the wicked, outside world but this
much I gladly iearned-she should be
mine! wanted her at once-to take
her with me in my carriage at the door
but it was nesessary, they told me,
in order that she might be legally mine,
that a form shouli be preliminarily
gone through with, before I could take
her from "The Home; )" and so l was
obliged to wait another day for my
child I dreamed OF her all night,
and my husband came to me, saying,
"You have done we'll


With the dawn of day was awake.
Nv prayers rose high with the rising OF
the sun, and began to feel a blessed
peace. 1 awaited impatiently the hour
when l should have my darling AT
last timid knock at the door made my
heart leap for Joy, and opening. there
she stood-a little child with a bunch
of roses They we're her dover from
the only home she knew-a home OF
charity-and yet the tears still trem-
bled in her eyes, and the sobs were torn
from her baby-breast at leaving 1T
folded her close to my bosom, and told
her she was my own little daug her
noy-that God had sent me to be her


mamma-and she laughed mp at me


through her tears, and put the roses IN


my hand, saying:


"I bring them TO you