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4y "ir ; Vol. s:iv. Hal eigli, 1ST. C., August 25, 1862. 3STo. 1. IP Ak m 4& far T Vv if V "GOIHG TO SI2TG Iff HEAVEN." 'If I could hare your faith, Haw kins, glad 1 Look here, child, wbcrs did you learn that song 7' bs aiked. 'In Sabbath school, sir,' waa tbo simple RQtvver. ' And yea don't suppose there is a hap py land Tho continued, heedless of the many eyes upon kirn. 4 Ob, yea V ? Do voa know vrhk he was V ly would I bnt I vrai bom a sceptic. I 1 know there is ; Tin fsiug to sing dm not help my doabts' more thaa I can there,' she said so quietlr,W decidedly, the results thev lead to. T r.ansnt look upon God and a futare as you do ; with my temperameet, and. the peculiar bias of my mini, it ii atterly impossibly.' . So aid John Uarrer'aa he wilkcd with friend under a dripping v.mbrolla ; for that tbe men looked at eaehther. Going to sing there !' 'Ye,- sir. 3dy mother said so. She used to sibg to one until she was sick. Then sbtfsaid she wasn't going to sing any more on eartb,,but up in heaven.' Well-rand What then V ' . 4 And, then she died, sir' said tbe child, tears brimming up and over the dark cheek, the night was stormy aaxl very dark, tho' the brilliancy of the sbeprlamp3 made a oroad path of light alotrc the vret. side walk. John Harrev waa & sceptic of tbir- now ominously llushsd scarlet. ty years' standing, and apparently hardenf John. Harvey was silent fW.$;few mo- sd in his nnbeiief. Everybody had given rants. rtaatly he said : '.T-v ' liim p as uncoavoiliblc. Seasoning ever ' Well, if she died, my liltje girl, you so fairly and calmly mad4-'feo impression may live, you know.' s on the rocky soil of bis heart. Theolo- .' 0,'no, sir no, sir ! (very quickly) IM gUn dreaded the sight of bia ;uassivefaee, rather go there, and be with mother.. Some- and bumble christians sighed as ho pasEed tiraw I kave a dreadful pain in my side, them. A man with such capacities thev and couoh as she did. ; Thf-ra ; won't be aaid Tvith generous iaipulssst (for very body know how kind ho was,) with an in tellect so enriched, and powers f the keenest metal ani vet nb God ! no liope of th'a future ! walking with the lamp at bis ft, unenlightened.. Alas Lit was tad, very sad 1 up there, sir ; it's a beautiful the any psm world !' 4 Haw do yon knw V faltered on lips of the ecptic. 4 My mother told rce so Words how impressive ! manner how childlike, and vet how wise 1 'Cohn Har- But oue friend had never given him up. vey had a praying mother. B chest la When spoken to about htm 4 1 will talk bored for a moment the sobs ; hat strng with and prav for that man until ! die,' glod for utterance could be heard even in Le said, and I will have faith that he may 1 their depths and still th vet como out of darkness into the marvel lous light. And 0 how woaderful tkat light vill seen to hies shut np so longl' And thus whenever ho mot hira (John ITarvey was always ready for a talk,') ioss lar3 -soft, lus- trous eys,like magnets, impelled his glaaco towards them. 'Child, you must havo a pair of shoes,' John Harvey's voico was husky. Simaltaneoesly. hands were thrust in Mr. Hawkins pressed home tbo truth up- pockets, pursei pulled out, and the aston- on mm. In answer, en that stormy night, ished child held m her little palm more lie only said : 4 God can chants a sceptic, moaey than she ever saw before. ' John. " Ho has more power over your 4 Her father is a poor, consumptive or- keart than you hare and I mean still to gan-grinder,' whispered one, I suppose pray for yon.' , he'a.too sick to be out to-night.' 4 0, I've im objcUon none ia the Along the sloppy street. went the child, world seeing ii believing, yon know. nader tbe protection of John Harvey, but 4 I'm ready for aiy modern miraclo, but I not with shoos tk'st drank tke- rater at tell you it yjozia tase Homing snort oi a f every .step, warmta .and comi'- jt were i Vrft'irrl;T-tb v-- v miracle rW;at-TO jioswsv1 ' Be-Bowr xmvrn in xue aeep, cen-iiKo xshaujo the eubject. I'm hungry, and its lanes of the city, walked the man, a little too far to go up to supper, this stormy celd, child hand in his. Arm opem brok m'ght especially as I shall shut up shop en doer they stepped up broken, creak early. "Whew I how tho wind blows I ing stairs they climbed. At last another Here's a resturant, let us stop here.' doorway opened ; a wheezing voice called How warm and pleasant it looked in out of the dim arch 'Carletta.' ... the long, brillant dinirg 6aloon I Clnsters 0 father? father I see what 1 have of gaa jets streamed over the glitter and breught you look at me look at me ; color of pictures and gorgeous carpets, and down went the hoarded silver, and, and the rews of marble tables reflected ventinc her excessive ioy, the child fell, back the lights as well as tke great wir rort. The two merchants had eaten, and were 13t on the point of iisinj?, when a strain of noft musio came through an opea door with hair, black as night, and uncombed 1 1 m . . crying ana laughing together into the man's arms. 4 Was he a man !' A face, dark and hollow, all overgrown -a child's sweet voice. Uoon v word that is prcttv.' said John Harvoy ; 4 what marvellous purity in those tones !' 4 Out of here, you little bsggar,' cried a hearse voice, and one of the waiters poin ted angrily to th door. 'Lot her come in said John Harvey, fpringing to his feet. . . a pair of wild eyes a body bent nearly double hands like claws. ' Did he give you all this, Carletta V 4 They all did, father ; now yon shall havo soup and oranges.' 4 Thank you, sir I'm sick, you see all gone, sir -had to send the poor child out, or we'd starve, sir 1 God bless you, sir ! I wish I was well enough to play you a 4 We don't allow them in this place, sir,' tune,' and he looked wistfullv toward the aid the waitor, but she can go into the corner, where stood the old organ, baize reading-room.' covered the baizo ia tatters. 4 Well, let her go somcwhers, for I want 4 It's no matter,' said Joh Harvey, with to hear her,' responded the gentleman. difficulty. 4 I'll como and soe yon some All this time tbe two had seen the shad- other time ;' and he groped his way down ow of a something hovermg .back and stairj. forth on tho edge of the door; mow they One month after the twe men met as if followed a slight little fignro, wrapped in by agreement' and walked slowly down a pitched cloak and hood, and leaving the town. Treading innumerable pasages, they murks of wet feet as she walked. Curious came to the glootnv building where lived to sae her face she was very small John (Marietta's father. Hsrvey lured her to the farthest , part of N not lived there ; for as they paused the great room, where there were but few a moment, out came two er three men, gentlemen, and motioned her to sing. The bearing a pine coffin. In the coffin, (the little one looked timidly. Her cheek was top nailed down so that no mourner might of olivo-darkaess, bnt a flush rested there, open, provided there had been any such,) and out of tho thincst face, under the arch slept the old organ-grindsr. of broad temples, deepened by massts of 1 It was very sudden; sir,' said a woman, the darkest hair, looked two eyes, whose who recognized his benefactor. 4 Yesterday 8oftne.s and tender pleading would havo the little girl was taken sick, and it seemed touehed the hardest heart. as if he dropt right away. He died at six, 4 My little thing is sick, I believe,' said last night.' John Harvey, compassionately. ' What The two men went silently up stairs. do you sing, child ?' The room was empty of everything save a 4 1 sing yon Italian, or little English, bed, a chair, and a nurse, provided by John she said softly ' Harvey. The child lay there, not white, John Harvey had been looking at her but pale as marble, with a strange polish shoes. 4 Why !' he exclaimed, and his lip on her brow. Oh, how those dark eyes on quirered, 4 her feet are wt to her ankles, tbe instant became eloquent, as John Il&r- absolutely ; her shocR are. fall of holes.' Vey sat on the side of tUe bed. Hut this time the child had began to " Well, mv little one, so you art no bet- sittg, pushing bask her hood and folding tcr j 4 Good Jesai,' muracrei the child, with a rare smile. 4 Hawkins, this brsakg me down, said John Harvey, and he plaeed his haaiker- chief to his eyes. ; . ' Don t ery,doa't cfy, I can t cry, Tm to glad ! said the chSd, cxultingly ; and she looked up as if heaven's light was al ready dawning on har1 4 What are jou so glad for. my dear.' said John Harvey's frknxl. 4 To ret away from asre,' said she deli berately. 4 1 used to Vj so eeld in the long winters, for we did at have fire, sometime!, bat mother used to hugxne close, and sing about keavee. Bat I did have to zo out, because thay were sick and people leokod cross at me, and told. me I was in the way; but C9me was kind to t tee. Mother told me nevsr mine1, when Ijcaine heme crying, and kissed me, and saidj'if I tras good, the Saviour would love ssei and one of these days would give me a letter home. And O, I shall sing there, and bo so happy ! Christ sent me a little angel in my dream mother told me He wpld, and that an gels wotdd carry me up there. O, I feel so sleepy I' With a little sigh sheielosed her eyes, 4 Harvey, are faith and hope nothing V askei Mr. Hawkins, pointing to the little fa8 takisg on strange Ibeauty, as death breathed icily ever it. 4 Don't speak to me Hawkins to be as hat little child, I would ive all I am worth,' was the broken vesponse. 4 Aad to be like.her, you aeed givenoth- ngi only your suooorn will, your seeptica doubt ; and the heart thtt will never know rest till it fiads it at the feet of Christ. ''0 my friend resolve by the-side of this little child : who is soon to besiueinir in haav- ea that yom will be a follower of my Sa viour. Let reason bow ;herc,-before sim ple, bat trusting faith, thii only feels. There was no answer. -Quietly they sat here in the deepening shadows. The hos pital doctor came in, stoei off a little way, shook his head. It needed no close inspec tion to see what was goin on, " H - v were raised, the eyes Opined -yet, glazed beugh they were, they turned still up ward, i 4 Sea ! seel' she cried,4 0, there is moth er I and there are the angels ! aad they are all singing all singing I Her voice faltered, her arras fell, but the celestial brightne2S lingered yet on her face. Feebly she turned to those who had ministered to her, feebly stniled it was a mute return of thanks for all their kind ness. 4 There is no doubting the soul-triumph there,' whispered Mr. Hawkins. It is wonderful, replied John Harvey, looking on both with awe aad tenlsrneia. 4 Is 8he gone V Ho sprang from his chair as it he would detain her, but the ehest and forehead were marble, now the eyas had lost the lire of life ; she had died asjshe lay look ing at them. 4 She vras alwavs a sweet little thinfr,' said the nurse, softly. John Harvey stood as if spell-bouad. There was a touch oa his arm, he started, and turned. 4 John,' caid his friend, with an impres sive look, 1 shall we pray ? less it should be her expresa desire ; for I too had a proud spirit, and ceuld never condescend to plead with a weman. All th ese thoughts passed rapidly through, my Kind as I ceared my father's eettage; and I rejoiced to think that ia part my purpose had been accomplished. I was rich ; rich eve beyond the fastidious re quisitions of Isabel Hayne ; rieher thaa her father had erer beta ; aad yet my itera resolve had seen no change. I met ray father, now silver-haired with age. My mothsr had been lying in her silent, aarrew home for nearly. two years. My sister, ray enly sister, whom I fondly hoped to sett, was married, and had gone t a distant place to dwell. The spirit of change hat breathed upea every dear and aaailiar bjsct. The houses, the fences were moulding away. I met the compaa- ions of my yoath, who welcomed me back with smiles which seemed the distorted mockery cf the smiles thai lit up their hap py faces in ray boyhood's dayi. They were growing old. Yet simj geemed apparently no elder than when I had sgqq tkem ei;ht years beforo. I did not meet Miss Ilayne ; nor did I even inquire about ber. She had proba bly gone away ; or, what was quite as prob able, her father might have become so wealthy tkat she no longsr moved ia the village society. Perhaps she was Married, and was living in some other place. What was she to use that I should spend a thought in speculation as to the cause of her invis ibility ? And yet I could not efface her image from ray mind. If ever ia distsnt lands I had sncoeeded iaiay efforts to ban ish her from my memory, I could not do so new. Tko association of home and familiar scenes brought back the reoollsetion of hap py days, and her name her form, just as she appeared to me then was indispensa bly necessary to complete the picture which fancy painted me. There was a social gathering at a friend's, but she was not there. Why skonld 1 look so anxioasly about, hoping and yet fearing served the scholars rushing from the door, and before weJdrQve p, she, henelf, emer ged and stood before us, 44 Ah, Isabel, this kiad gentleman rged rae:to'ride in his carriage, and I want yon to thank him ia my behalf because yen do not know how xanch it has rested iae." If I had remained unrecognized bv the lather, 1 could not escapo the searching glance of the daughter. . Her quickly clang ing color indicated at once that sha knew, or at least suspected who I wat. I turn ed aronad my carriage, sprang out and of fered to asiiat her ii, saying, - reran jaeiuiss Jtiaynt your father is fatigusd, and I will drWe you to your hoe I shall have ample time to attend to my other bunneis afterwares." She stammered some excuse : but I in sisted upen her riding, and had the satis faction of seeing her yield. or a moment i gave myself up to tho happy m emeries of the past. Iwasacrain betide the only being I had ever loved : I leittne rustle or nr dress against my liaadr and notwithstanding my exterior coldnesj ana assumed formality, I could aot sup- it i ii r.t press tae lumon wnain. Isabel was little changed ; but chanced mueh for the better. The haughty belle caa Become me neautuui Madoana. Sae was pensive, sad. But little was said du ring our hemeward drive,except tkat which was uttered by the talkative old gentleman. X 1 1 . .1 -rr-r isanei saia netninr. wnat a strange meeting I had I been aa entire etrangcr, as Mr. Hayne supposed ma,it ceuld scarcely have been tiitlerent. bhe did. indeed. saaile when I lifted her from tho b then lisped, 44 Thank you f then trussed ; tnen paiea again. Air. my no eordially mviiea me io revisit tneir numoie cottage, aau. Buiicit.su me aonor ox Knowing mv name. 4fls it possible?" be exclaimed; 44 is this indeed our old friend Temple's son ? and returned rich too, they say. God grant you may make good use of your raeaey ; but be warned by an old man and make no rash venture. Here. Isabel. to encounter her beautital faee ? Why I daughter ! Didyeu not knew thugentlew could I apt forget her at oace, aad forever J I - TSua-i rTTTT.. as she et there r' 44 She does not go out now since their misfortune." 44 What a pity 1 Poor Hayne ! They say that she supports him by teaching." 44 Yea; she is engaged in the district just beyond the village. It will be a severe and hamiliatiag lesson to her; she was very proud." I raust confess I was interested, and de sired to know more, such more ; but I ask ed no question ; I could not forget the past. Not long after this I learned that tho Hayne estate, which had passed into the hands of some Eastern speulator,was agaia for sale. I purchased it, having ao definite purpose ia view, unless it was the thought that it would make a comfortable residence for my father in his declining years, siace his own cottage was fsst going to decay. I atonce sot about repairing the'4large man sion oa the Hayne farm, for that too had felt tho mouldering toueh of tiae ; aad for that purpose I frequently drove out to watch and direct tbg operations of the laborers. I was ese dav driving leisurely along, when I espied at some distance before tae an eld isan, bant with age, and greging his tedious way alocgthe road. Presently ho For a miaate there was bo answer thenUat down by tho road-side to rest, and came tears ; the whole trame or tne man when I caaie up 1 cnered him a seat in tho shook a3 ho said it was almost a cry busv. 4 Yes pray ! pray !' " Never mind," he said, 44 it is only a lit-- And from the side o; the dead ehild tie way that 1 have to to : just to yondar went up agonizing pleadings to the thron or God. That prayer was aaswerea tne miracle is wrosht the lion is a lamb school-house on the hill-top. I co there sometimes when the days are pleasaatlike thi?, to meet my daughter and acsompany the doubter a believer the soeptic a Chris- her horco from school. She is the teach- yen. Watchman and Reflector. I disregards J his refusal of my ofrr, and sprang oat of the carriage, extending hisj my hand to assist him t) a seat, as though I thougat it a matter of course that he would ride. before her little thin ringers. Her voico wss woudcrful ; and simple and comcion as were both the air and words, the power and pathos of the tones drew together sev eral of the habitues of the readiug room. The little song commenced thus ' There ii a Jar, far awj.f Never could the voice, the manner, of thxt ehild be forgotton. There almest et'Ciued a halo round her head ; and when shu had finished, her great sparkling eyes turned towards John llarvov. 4 O, no, sir 1 father is gone up there, and I'm goiag.' ' Up there P John Harvey turned uncon sciously towards his friend. 4 1 wish I eould sing for yoa,' she siid, aad her little hands flew together. 4 Do you wish te siug V 40, se much! but it hurts tae. It wont hurt me up there, will it V Whore was the child lookiag, that there Etomed suoh wonder in her eyes ? Priie and Principle. I was retarning hciR3 after au absence ihtlA Th. lnmberincoaeh that MW all, well; since you wish it,I Willi ge bore me rapidly along, was already enter- with yen There are not many that are T xc hnm kind to the old man now. I am not what wKnm t v.r.,1 r.niiril tKa first iranortflTit 1 1 was six years ago z I was a neh man then IMUtu X M cvL 1CVI.U.J I " . , , . 1 , " J' 1 . T . principles of an education, where I had -very rich ; but spsealation did the mis sported many akappv ebildhood's hoar, chief S.e yonder house just beyond the and when, T had firtt learned to love. chool ; it was miae. Ah i it was a hap- Yei, to love the prettiU merriest and PJ borne, but it can i never oe mine i again. And thus he babbled oa ; for the infir mities of age, prematurely induced by hit misfortunes, had rendered him gairulous. He was indeed changed ; for amoog all I . i . . . had seen since mv reiurn nome. not one proudest maiden in all the village 44 not wisely, but too well." She rejoeted my suit ; she had higher aspirations, it was true she liked me very well it might be, 1 1 i. T . rin'n mnA mYt m iutku uae. uuc i wo uou , pu& - - , - w proud ,nd kwktT, M -.U b,utl-:'SJ0"n A.l .1 :-J,-l V nrl r mZi IDS XBU i -M iUu, VITT SlOWlj, lOi o iu uian miu kuai TCTO interesting to me I learaed more of his circumstances, and of the sacrifices, concas 8ions,ofort and Mlial affiction of his daugh ter Isabel the nawe affected use, I will table ; she did not reject my offer disdains fully ; but seemed to study some method by which her irrevocable reply migut give me no pain. 1 . -r . I dii not questioa her Motives ; 1 knew ' John Hai t-'s rrirnd. them too well, and then aad there I resolv- confes;it-than I had previously ascertain ed that if health should bs spared me, I would depart at once from my native vil large, and some day return a wealthy man not. "Tain tn v.rcrn mv SUlt, UOt GVen to - J . t clnnn her as a frkutl or actfiatanmcc, rra ed. I bid often passed the school-house, as it was directly on xay wav to the farm, but had never before caught a sight of the fair tetrebcr. As wc now npprcaehed, I ob- 44 Isearcely rceognized him," she replied, somewhat confuted, as she returned from the cottage to lead her invalid father into the heuse. 44 1 hope we shall havo the pleasare of seeing you bore again, Mr. Tem ple." It was the same ajrett voice as of old, tempered by charity, humility, aad afflic tion; and softened by tke influence of religion and filial affection. 1 pondered well the circumstances. Should I yield to the yearnings of my heart ! Should I again offer my baad, perhaps to be reposed f Perhaps sho would not, a second tirae, reject mv offer. I was now rich, and she poor. It" would be n sacrifice of principle on tiy part to offer to wed the poor school-teacher, al though I had determined never to renew icy suit with the wealthy heiress. It might have been destiny that decided her to re ject my first offer ; for had she net done so, I never would have left home and friends to wander in foreign climes in pursuit of wealth. I misjht at this very day have been groveling in abject poverty, I would havo been utterly unable to restore the eld n.au and his daughter to thsir old homestead, as I now fondly hoped to do. Yes indeed; pride was conquered, and the priciple which had never been.qnite extinguished within me, but against which I bad battled with might for eight years, at length triumphed. I visited their cottage repeatedly and assured myself that tbe chanze ia Is abel's character, disposition and manner was deep and radical. Sue no longer had high aspirations ; her only thought was the comfort of her doting old father. At length I offered mv hand agam, and this timo I felt no scraples aboct urging my suit, since matters occupied quite a different position from that of former years. I cannot tell you how happy I was when I pressed her to my b6som,and knew that she was te be mine. If I ha-Floved her in her pride, and desired to make her my wife, how much more i loved her bow in her humility, when. I knew that I could protect her, aod restore her and ncr dear old father to their home again : I was in deed happy when I saw he shed such co pious tears of joy. Ah, thought I, this retaliation, this happiness for unhappincs?, is sweet both to the donor aad the recipi ent. gT He who pretends to sensibility to wards r'-n, and yet has no feeling for the hih objects of religioa, no heart to admire and adore the great Father of the uni- verso, has reason to distrust the truth and dplicacy of bis sensibility. The earth is a tender and kind mother to the hubbandeaan ; and yet at one season he always harrows her bosom, aad at an othr plucks beteaif.