and saw her no more. But I soon heard of her, for there rose a strange sound in the land, that a Good Spirit had appeared to the widow of Walter Johnstone, had disclosed where her husband's murdered body lay, had enriched her with all his lost wealth, had prayed by her side till the blessed dawn of day, and then vanished with the morning light. I closed my lips on the secret till now; and I reveal it to you, my children, that you may know there is a God who ruleth this world by wise and invisible means, and punisheth the wicked, and cheereth the humble of heart and the lowly minded. Such was the last sermon of the good John Farley, a man whom I knew and loved. I think I see him now, with his long white hair and his look mild, eloquent, and sagacious. He was a giver of good counsel, a sayer of wise sayings, with wit at will, learning in abundance, and a gift in sarcasm which the wildest dreaded. PICKABACK; OR, MOTHER AND CHILD. YOUNG mother, may thy spirit long Thy step as firm and springy be, Thy brow as smooth and bright As now, e'er cares of womanhood Have left one dreary trace, Deprived thee of one youthful charm, Or marred one maiden grace! And that fair rosy boy! 'tis bliss To clasp him in thine arms, and press His ruddy lips to thine ; To hear his artless thoughts lisped forth In music's gentlest tone; To mark the gaze of his blue eye Uplifted to thine own. Along the smooth and fragrant turf And fondly hail the rapturous gush Of laughter from his heart;- And shall they die like summer flowers, Alas! alas! the brightest morn And merry eyes be dim, And grief may lurk in wait for thee, 'Twere vain-'twere impotent to wish Or fain I'd hope years, withering years, And thee as glad and fair! N. H. |