The Revolution, vol. 5, no. 15, April 14, 1870, p. 227

Boxes

was returned, but then be was Hkely to be cross, or sullen when he came home so iste st night. Nearer and mearer oame the borse ; nd the two girls, the wind tambling their batr and tossing their thin frocks, bent forward, suraining their eyes to see. No father wes there—st least, mot in the saddle—but why should the horse walk 4o slowly and caretully, and whst was that dragging st his heels, which he turned back his head to watch! They knew all too soon—poor children—their fathes in a drunken fit had frozen to death as he rode between the tavern and his house, and by the foot caught m the stirrup as he fell, had been dragged along. And there ha was—his bair matted with blood, and mouth and hauds full of dust, lying before the faces of his children in the grey light of the morning, making them even more afraid of him in death than they had been in life.

Pausing at this point, Rachel said it must be a terrible thing to have a drunken father, and to have him die as this man had died. It must be dreadful to have had such an example, dreadful to inherit shame and disgrace, that all the water in the world mever can wash out. “Those who have no taint in their blood"— she went on, and who are brought up in the way they should go, ought to be charitable to those who are sinners by nature, and who have never been presched to, nor prayed for in all their lives, except in the way of denuncistion. And yet some men seem to think it their duty to take God's work out of his hands, as if they feared he might so oool the coals of fire in the sinmer's bosom thst they would not burn. "But you forget the story !" said Thoresa.

O yes, where was 1t Well, soon after the father was laid away, with a little rough stone at his head and another st his feet, the two sisters were separated, mever, never to be united again in this world—perbaps not in snother; for one of them got religion and joined the church, and the other became woridly and wicked. They were separated and cach went her own way to work for herself, sud earn her living as best she could. The older of the two was wuecessful in whatever she undertook, and had always a good plsce and bigh wages, so that she gradually got to feel herself above the younger sister, who had hard work to get a place at any price; and finally marrying s well to do farmer she cessed to make any concealment of her indifference.

The new prosperity weemed to blind ber to sfl the dark times that were p ast, and the poor litte sister that had worked with her so many days—watohed with her in sorrow so often, and slept on the same pillow so many nights, was never looked after, and never thought about. Nobody kept her long, poor child, and yet it did wot seem so much her fanlt as her misfortune.

She was not, in the first place, strong and courageous like the other sister—she conld not shoulder of the bard looks and hard words of the morning, put on ber best and dance at the quilting, or the apple-cutting in the evening— she was much more likely to steal away in the moonlight when the work was done, and think oyor he hardships and hopelessnes of ber tot She knew she had no right to be sensitive, but her mothor bad been so bofore her—like your Aunt Ripley, obild, whose tears 1 bave seen falling many s time, till the sewing work, or the knitng work in her hand wes wringing wet. It seomod to hey indeed that whe eould pot

he t t y this she deoetved berseif “There was, bowever, one respoct in which the younger had the adventage of the elser sistor—shewae called prettser—perhaps most people would think sbe was so, but 1 pever did.” “Then you knew these young women well?" interrupted Theresa.

Oyes, Rachel knew them well, one of them. certainly, as well as she aid berseli—in fact the person and fortunes of the one she knew best had in some sort resembled her own. But you must not judge of her besuty by the way I look nmow!" sbe entreated. “I don't 100k a bit as she did when sbe was young; ber eyes, everybody ssid, were full of love and trust, and bright as two morning glories in the dew, and mine are not like that, you know they are sad, and dim, and distrustful, I am afrmd, sometimes—but why they should heve that iast look I cannot tell—not from anything in my experience."

O no, the young womsn didn't look at all as she did then, Rackel said, it was of when she was fifteen or sixteen, that she owas thinkimg mostly. Her complexion was then like a roselonf in timt and softness, and ber hawr so abundant it lay along ber forenead as if it were combed over a cushion. Sbe used to wear it in a single knot at the back of her hesd, and sometimes in the sseson of flowers she would make a simple wreath and wear it of an evening. Of course Rachel did not look as this young girl did, how could she? with ber weary workday face, and faded hair and smile. o

But Rachel oould not go on until sbe hed 21d she was sorry she had in any way compared the young woman she was talking of to berself—in fact, sbe knew on refiection that there was very little, if any resemblance between thom. She hoped Tressy would not confound the young womsan with herself, snd she oould not rest satisfied til she had aked outright whether or not the story remimded ber of anybody she had ever seen. O no," Tresay ssid, it didn't remind ber of anybody she had ever seen, but all the while she couldn't help confounding the voung woman of whom Recbel talked with Racbel bersolf.

(To be continued. S AVE D. T

I one of the beantitul cities which dot the Peninwuinr State ves my beroine not one of siry shape, mere fancy of the brain, but a res entity. While engaged as toncber in this oity t was my good fortune to form ber soqusintance and a warm fmendship sprang .up between us. The mks are bright to-9ay Springing froms family of oenius, pesr skin to one, whose name is household word, whose brave words and deeds have biessed thousands of homes as they brightened the print page. around which the family circle gathered to beton and love. Boing a genins bersel, weading the common and bighet walks of life, may not her ex periene ronghe om p sistor. tranded among the qui o , tempted in like manper, yet without sis?

Let os turn backward time's lvee for one eonde and see what is insoribed thereon In the

227

speing of 19650, a mew minister come to the ty ofA— 3 po t p His miion o p of Christ's followers—to break the breas of Hfe fom the pulptt recenly mede vaosnt by the Geat of its beloved pestor. The isten, Fatber Momes, bad awelt long. smong te fioo whic was just now without a eertnl; shepberd. By Geods which alome reoh the ert p m10 hariaie mope d e won ored pisce in the memory of his peopis. He was revered aod loved by all. There sre few such nobls men filling this oalbng sot tered along the more stern and rugged of lits's ways. They sre as Rodoemers stan ding between the inner and the outer world, weeping at bay the unwholesome behef of total depravity.” But time, the grat imnovster. places in the footprints of loved ones the strangers feot

Rev. Mr. Dernam had been selected at the Genersl Conferemoe to fill this vaosney. Let us giance at him., Possessed of mors than oro which bad stood by him not only financislly. n driving sharp bargains, but which cousd be callod imto use in emergencies he could extricate himself from almost any tangied web Nature bad bestowed prepowsessing testures and s fine address. The phrenoiogioal bump of selfotoem had developed into oon ness, pot of faftn, but knowiedge of a certin power and mfinence he ooutd wield over the minds of otbers. With s sstisfied expression and assurance, be said, “I will win my way to

In the cxternal, the savantages soomed to drift towards his present calting. But from whenoe came this cali? Was it from Gebriel resching him, s3own the ahining oorridors of eternity ? It may be so. Yet doubts obsoure the borosoope of my mental vision as I try to posr into the beyond, and solve the tern of things.

The good people of A— and smong them Mra. Goodner, the widowed mother of my fend Evelene—did all in their powes to weloome make s bome for the mew minister. His lot wee oat mong them and should 1t mot prove to be one cast in ploasat places. Mrs. Goodner wee ome of thoe whoe at. ring te in stant rebuke to the eany issonsbles whe ortainly are mo useful ornsment to socity. Deprived by death of the surong wrm, left to bet de alome with unroward ciremstanors fotterod by the law in settling up the estste, property. the busband supposed to be an ampe support, but whioh fell far short of it, with four chuldren, the eldent nly fourteen. whet wes to be done but a large amount both of besd wn band-werk?This the brave womsn resolved to do, overcoming sud surmounting every ai ouly but lshe te ar roughnes of this unexpiored bigh-on. None save those whe bave wall wd over the horns know all thesr sherpness.

or ante tien, possessing s metore judgment beyond her yoars, was soureoom ope Boe e , trom bigh. f browye. ick p ones, which you lowe to look doep meo. Inne contly the soul peered out of thoe o ing windows, and you quy h t o te afectiomte chid Anoher and reotwd rom e oy Bt e w wictim. Sange bet , be ro ques, though yours ing betwen bim d woni e pre We whudder we in ew o