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Ah! there are steps—another group is approaching and with joy. Reverenced and loved, he has gone the awaiting "holy man of God.” A woman comes, down to the grave—no, I must not say that, he has bearing in her arms a child for baptism. The font gone upward to rest on the bosom of his Father! In containing the regenerating waters is there in readi-boyhood he was wild, and fearless, and recklessness.. Troops of invisible angels are nigh to listen his manhood, generous and upright, nobly redeemed to and make record of the solemn vows now to be his early days—and happy, and peaceful, and honor. made, and the spirit of the living God is there also, able, was his "green old age.” And now he has a witness, merciful in his omnipotence.

"gone to his reward”-his race well run, his labor There are but few who accompany the woman- all fulfilled, it seems strange that any should weep. she comes in no pomp and state to dedicate her child They have laid back the coffin-lid that the assembled to God in baptism; neither is the offering she brings people may once more look on their venerated adorned with the pride of wealth. The mother is friend. Oh, how peacefully he sleeps, and lovingly, poor-the child an heir of poverty. But will He as on the unconscious infant, the Sunlight, that mes. therefore spurn the gift? “ He that cometh to me I senger of consolation, looks upon the calm, cold face, will in no wise cast out."

and the mourner's grief is stayed as they behold the The father of the child, the husband of the mother brightness which once more illuminates those lifeless is dead and her widow's weeds but “ saintly tell features. the sorrow of her heart." Therefore it is with so Upon the infant, dedicated to God in the days when much the more trustful confidence she has come with he lies helplessly at the portal of lite, on the maiden her child to the altar, she will give him into the and the youib, entering on a state of existence, either watchful care of the Almighty Father of the fatherless! supremely blessed or supremely cursed in ils everWith what a solemn earnest voice she takes upon tuation, and on the dead old man, whose race so herself, for the child, the vow of renouncement of long, and of mingled pleasure and hardship, is over the world and its sinful desires; and when the sign of at last ; on these the faithful Sunlight bas pronounced the cross is laid upon the brow of her infant, and the her blessing within the walls of the old church. But holy waters which typify its regeneration are poured now all the human beings have gone away, the upon his head, it is with heartfelt gratitude she lists minister with the funeral train to the burial, and the her heart to heaven, with heartfelt confidence she sexton has fastened the church-doors and gone too; implores his watchful love and care. And all the but still the Sunlight remains, and it seems as though while on the uncovered head of the child the glance she were kneeling before i he altar now, craving God's of the sunlight has rested, as if in token of the ac- blessing on all those who have this day stood within ceptance of the offering the mother has made, in His courts, and before His altar, brought there by joy token that the blessing and mercy of God would be or sorrow to rejoice or to weep. upon that child for whom a holy vow was registered Not, however, within the sanctity of walls alone in heaven, which he must one day redeem, or else does the Sunlight make herself visible. Through bypay the fearful penalıy.

ways, and in the open street, where the stream of And now the mother with her child and friends life goes rushing on violently, does she tread, brighthave left the church, and a sacred quiet reigns ere ening up by her presence dark and dismal corners, once more; yet the priest lingers by the altar, still and enlivening the gloomiest and dreariest places. atrayed in his robes of office, and Sunlight also remains. In the intervening places between the high brick

And, hark! once more the “deep-toned bell” is dwellings and stores she stations herself; there, like ringing now—tolling mournfully-no wedding-peal a priestess, she stands to pronounce a benediction of joy is that, from out the heart of the strong iron is on all who pass by her. On the blind old beggar, led rung the stern tale that another mortal hath put on by a little child, who pause a moment to rest in the immortality! Now they come, a long and silent sunshiny place, for they have walked on wearily train, and foremost move the bearers treading amid a heartless crowd, that bad but little feeling for heavily; "it is a man they bear”—an aged man, the the poverty-stricken old man, whom Heaven demeasure of whose cup of life was well filled, reaching prived of sight; and on the gaudily decked forın of even the brim; and following after them are the the shameless woman, as a reproach and condemnachildren, and grandchildren, and great-grandchildren tion; on the proud, hard man, whose haughty head of the deceased, and the procession is closed by his and jron heart care little for the Sunlight or for Sormany friends and neighbors. Of all that lengthened row, whose honorable name has safely borne him train there is not one who set out on the path of life through the cominiital of sins and crimes, which, with the dead man. One by one his early com- had he been poor and friendless, would have long panions passed away, there are none who retain a ago secured for him a safe place among convicts and recollection of that aged face when it was smooth, outlaws! Little recks he of Sunlight. A blessing and of those locks now so very white and thin, as so freely bestowed on all, as is her smile, is not what they were in earlier years; not one who shared the he covets; so through shade and light he hastens, and hopes of his childhood with him-few who mingled soon enough he will arrive at the bourne. What with him in the scenes remembered now as of the bourne? old, old time. Yet the mourners weep, and the bells There go by the wandering minstrels, men from toll mournfully.

Scotland with their bagpipes-Italians with hurdyThe old man has finished his course with honor gurdy-girls with tamborines, and boys wiih violins

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and banjoes—there are professors of almost all kinds, where lies the brightness, I cannot say but the ineviof instrumental music, and vocal too, a great many | table eye-glass might be raised, and such a glance of of them there are, but sure, almost all of them, of idiocy and impudence be directed toward the gentle winning coppers from some who would bribe them daughter of the mighty king, as would warrant her into a state of quietude, and from other some, har- in annihilating him at once with a powerful sunmony-loving souls, who delight in the dulcet sounds stroke ! such minstrels ever awaken and give utterance to!

Here comes another, a benevolent, but solemnAnd Sunlight blesses them!

featured, portly gentleman, who seems in musing And here comes an humble, tired-looking woman

mood, for he goes slowly along with head bent down. a school teacher she is, whose days are one con

He is a judge, proceeding toward the scene of his tinued round of wearying, and most monotonous trying duties, feeling the responsibility which rests action. You would scarcely err in your first guess upon him, and nerving himself to meet the solemn as to her vocation-it speaks forth in her " dress a and affecting scenes and circumstances which may little faded," but so very neat, but more loudly still await him. Oh may it be that as he passes by those in that penetrating glance of her eye, and in the pa- small illuminated places, that a stronger voice than tient expression of her features. Though she is evi. he ever heard before may find utterance in his dently hurried, for she has been proceeding at a most heart, charging him to remember that the highest rapid pace along the streets, you could tell she has attributes of the Heavenly Judge are mercy and some appreciation of the glory of Sunlight, for how love, and that only as he employs them in his deci. she lingers whenever she comes near the places en- sions, can he justly imi!ate bis Divine prototype ! livened by her presence! Her feet, loo, press less

And now there is another going by, whose disapheavily the pavement, perhaps she feels as though pointment is legibly written on his face. Either of she were treading on sacred ground !

iwo doleful things has happened to him. His prayThen, there comes another, a little, frail, youthful ers have been unheard by his “lady-love," and she creature, .with bright, black eyes, (which have ob- looks coldly upon him, or-scarcely less to be dreaded viously a quick recognization power for "every climax-his first attempt at literature has met with thing pretty,") a person of quick and nervous move. unqualified failure. Let him but bear in mind that ment, a seamstress. She has not time often to pause "faint heart never won fair lady," or honor in the and take note of the beautiful. Her weeks have in literary world;" let him take one intelligent look their long train of hours only twelve of daylight she at the sweet Sunlight, as so patiently she stands there may call her own! She, too, steps slowly, almost before him, and small will be the danger of his ultireverently, over the flags where the princess is sta- male defeat. tioned, and with an irresistible sigh thinks of earlier Bui-but how fast the crewd increases-it is growand happier days, when a merry country child she ing late, and between the increasing crowd of fashionrejoiced in her delightful freedom, though clad she ables, and of people of all sorts and conditions, we was then in most unfashionable garments, and almost are really in danger of being soon unable to distin. she regretted the day that sent her into the great, guish who of all the host stop for the blessing of Sunselfish city to fashion dresses for the rich and gay, light, and who unmindful pass by her. And indeed Poor girl! before she has half passed over the shady it were an endless task to impose on one's self the place which succeeds the glimpse of Sunlight, she attempt to speak, or even to think, of the myriads has forgotten the hope which for a moment found who in their hours of sorrow, despondency, tribularefuge in her breast, wild as it was, that one day she tion or joy, have had occasion to be thankiul for the might indeed go into the country again, and find ibere cheerful smile of glorious Sunlight ! a welcome and a home; for must not Miss Seraphi- Her mission--ay, never was there one so blestna's and Miss Victoria's dresses be finished that very and never was there so faithful a missionary! She night in time for the grand party; and the flounces comes with a message of love for the whole world! are not nearly trimmed, and numberless are the How perfectly she has learned that lesson taught her “ finishing touches" yet to be executed.

by our own, as well as her Almighty Fai her! How Alas! before night comes again, when she will go nobly has she obeyed bis sublime precepts, how truly alone, and in the darkness, through the noisy street, is she the joy.diffuser of the human race! in her weariness and stupidity, (for continued labor, And now what remaineth to be said ? But one you know very well, reader, will make the brightest thing only. mind stupid and weak,) she will hurry to her bed, In a necessarily more contracted sphere of action forgetful of her bright dream of the morning, un- may there not from our faces, and our hearts, go mindful of her prayers, in the haste to close her forth a beam of light that shall be poweful to cheer weak and tired eyes. But in the morning, perhaps, up a desponding spirit, or to encourage a drooping the Sunlight will give to the overworked girl another heart, or to give comfort 10 a sorrowing soul, or to gleam of hope, another blessing.

increase the faith and courage of a lonely life? And now goes by an interesting, white-gloved Cannot the sunshine of a human face, in the dark youth, fresh from “the bandbox," as you perceive. forest of a sad heart, have power to make the old Let him pass on; for there is but little chance that trees bud, and the birds to sing, and the violets 10 Sunlight will be recognized by him, and so we will spring up and bloom, and the ice-bound streamlets 10 not waste our comments, for could he even see go free? From many a love-lit eye, from many a brow from which tender hands have erased the the angelic, untiring Missionary, the lovely princessrecord of care, from many a rejoicing heart lightened daughter of the Sun!-and, also, blessed forever be of its dread burden, there comes to me an answer, that human heart which doth not disdain to learn the “ Yes-oh yes!”

heavenly lesson Sunlight leaches, ay, twice blessed, Blessed forever be the sweet Sister of Charity,' of God, and of man!

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I am coming, I am coming, when this fitful dream is o'er, | Across my path, so dreary now that late was bright and
To meet you, my beloved ones, on that immortal shore, gay,
Where pain and parting are unknown, and where the ran- But, meteor-like, hath left more dark the track which
somed blest

marked its way. Shall welcome treasures left on earth, to Heaven's eternal

Yet I feel that thou art near me! my guardian angels thou, rest.

Who fain would chase all sorrow and sadness from my I am with you, I am with you, in the visions of the brow. night,

For thou hadst strewn my pathway so thick with thornI feel each warm hand pressing mine, I meet each eye


less flowers, light.

I quite forgot that Death could come to revel in our bowers. Oh these are precious seasons! they bring you back to

But now, I'm oh so lonely! my “ household gods” are me, But morning dawns, and with it comes the sad reality.


And though my path 's a dreary one, I still must journey I dare not trust my thoughts to dwell on blessings that were mine,

Yet Faith steps forth and whispers_Time flies, look up Or, “hoping against hope," believe one ray of joy can shine

For in his wake swift follows on a blessed eternity.


and see,




thus in a state of unconsciousness. He said that his “You look sad to-night, Alice," was the remark limbs being palsied he was unable to help her, and so of Mr. Colman as his young wife entered the sitting, he had lain upon his couch agonized by the thought room, and took a seat beside him with a countenance that his child was dead, or that she might die for want expressive of unusual dejection; "and where is of proper assistance. And he now besought me to Maggie this evening that you have been obliged to endeavor to discover if there were any signs of life, take upon yourself the duty of nursery-maid to our and if possible to restore her to her senses. The aplittle ones?"

peal was not in vain. I turned from him to his in“Maggie has gone upon an errand of mercy—to animate daughter, and raising that light and fragile watch over a sick and suffering fellow creature," re- form in my arms, placed her upon a couch in a small plied Mrs. Colman. “It is a long story,” she added, closet-like apartment adjoining the one I had first enin answer to the look of inquiry which her husband tered. For a long time every means of restoration cast upon her, “but I will endeavor to relate it if you were vainly tried—but at length my strenuous efforts will listen to it patiently. This morning, Harry, after were rewarded, and the young girl once more unyou had left home, I resolved to set forth in search closed her eyes. But she evidently recognized noof a seamstress who was making some dresses for thing about her-those dark and strangely beautiful our little girl. She had failed to bring them home at orbs glared wildly around, while a few broken, incothe time appointed, and as I had never employed her herent sentences burst from her lips, and as she sunk before, and knew nothing of her character, I felt again upon the pillow the bright fever flushes rushed rather anxious concerning the safety of the materials to her cheek, and I knew that her brain was suffering. I had given her to work upon, and determined to go Great was her parent's joy that she once more to the dwelling which she had described as her resi- breathed—but my heart was full of sadness, for I dence and learn the cause of her disappointing me. could not help feeling that her life was in jeopardy. The house was in a miserable street some distance It was my wish to have a physician summoned, but from here, and I hurried along till I came to it. It I knew not how this was to be done, for I dared not was a wretched-looking dwelling, such as none but leave my charge, and there was no one near to help the very poorest class would have chosen. The door me. At this moment I heard footsteps in the hall, stood open, and several ragged little frish children and quickly opening the door, beheld a boy ascending were playing upon he steps. I inquired of them if the stairs. The promise of a piece of silver easily Mrs. Benson, the seamstress lived there? They did procured his assent to go for the nearest doctor, and not seem to recognize the name—but they told me accordingly he set off, while re-entering the room I that a young woman who took in sewing hired the resumed my station by the sick girl's bedside. In a back rooms of the third-story. Following their di- few minutes the physician arrived and my suspicions rection, I ascended three flights of stairs and found of the nature of the young girl's disorder were conmyself at the door of the apartment, where I knocked, firmed, for he pronounced it to be a fever of the and a faint voice bidding me ent r, I unclosed the brain, and said that his patient would require condoor and stood upon the threshold. What a strange stant watching and careful nursing. The father lisand unexpected sight now met my gaze! Upon the tened anxiously and attentively to the doctor's words. floor, almost al my feet as I entered, lay a young and His countenance fell as he caught the last sentences, very beautiful girl apparently bereft of all conscious, though he said not a word. It was not till after

She looked so thin and pale that at first I giving his prescription, the physician left, promising thought her dead, and starting back in horror I was to call early on the morrow, that he spoke what was about to leave the place, when a feeble voice, the passing in his mind. same which told me to come in, besought me to stay. " Julie must die!' he said, bowing his head upon Looking round to discover whence it proceeded, I his hands, while bitter, hopeless anguish was desaw the emaciated form of a man reclining upon a picted upon his face, ‘for I have no means of obtaincouch in a distant part of the room. Hastily I ap- ing for her the care she needs.' It was all that passed proached him, for I felt it to be my duty to render bis lips, but it spoke volumes to my heart, and my what aid I could. As I drew nearer to his bedside, I resolution was instantly taken. I told him that I read the tale of confirmed disease in that pallid face would not desert his child, that I would continue and in the wild sunken eyes whose guze met my with her part of the day, and when I was obliged to own. In a few words he informed me that the leave that I would send some one to take my place. maiden who lay there senselesi was his daughter. Oh, Harry! if you could only have seen how grateful While busily engaged at her work about an hour that poor invalid looked! Most amply repaid was I previously, she had fallen from her seat and remained by that glance for whatever I had undertaken. I remained with the sick girl several hours longer, and might supply my place as attendant upon the sick in the intervals when she slumbered, I had time to Julie, unul evening, when I proposed to bear her observe the appearance of things around me. The company and resume my post at the bedside. She furniture was mean and scanty. There were but two came, and her sympathies were soon all enlisted by chairs in the room, and the carpet was worn almost the tale which I hurriedly repeated to her. But she Ihreadbare. Every thing betokened extreme poverty decidedly opposed my wish to return—reminded me --but neatness was plainly perceptible in the arrange of my late indisposition, and declaring that I was not ments of the apartment, and I felt from the appear- strong enough to bear the fatigue of sitting up all ance of its occupants that they had seen more pros- night, insisted upon being allowed to exercise her perous days. A book lay upon a table close at hand, skill as nurse without any other assistance. I I took it up, and discovered it to be a volume of thanked her for her consideration, while I felt that Bryant's poems. On looking over the pages, I found she was right. So I left her and proceeded home, several of the most beautiful passages marked. l'pon where, as you may suppose, I was welcomed most one of the fly-leaves was writen, “To Julie-from joyfully by little Willie and his sister, who had mournher father.' The book was evidently the young girl's ed incessantly over mamma's protracted absence. property. There was also a small portfolio of draw. “And now, Harry, ihat I have finished my someings upon the table, which evinced signs of both what lengthy narrative, tell me whether you approve talent and cultivation. For an hour after the physi- of what I have done and promised to do?" cian's departure the parent of Julie--for by her name “Certainly, dearest Alice,” replied Mr. Colman, I may as well call her-showed little disposition to affectionately pressing the little hand that rested converse. He seemed exhausted by the emotions of within his own, “while you continue to follow, as the day-but I knew that though he said nothing, his you have hitherto done, the dictates of your own gaze was often upon me when he imagined that I did pure, loving heart, I can never do aught but applaud not observe him. At last be roused himself to an. you. The present objects of your benevolence, are swer some inquiries which I thought il necessary to I am sure from the account, well worthy of whatever make. He told me that he was very poor, and that you may do for them, and I would advise you to perfor more than a year, during which his infirmity had severe in your efforts for their welfare. But you appeared and increased, his daughter had maintained quite forgot 10 tell me, my dear, if you discovered in him by the proceeds of her needle. He said also that your protégé the seamstress for whom you were two years previously he had resided at Baltimore as searching." one of its wealthiest merchants--but having failed “No, indeed," she replied, while her countenance under circumstances that casi a cloud upon his char- wore a look of vexation, “ my seamstress was a very acter, though he was in reality innocent of intentional different sort of a being from this beautiful Julie. Nor wrong, he had left the city of his birth and hastened do I think that I shall ever discover her, for just bewith Julie, his only child, to New York, where he fore I returned home I made in , uiries as to whether would be sure of never more meeting the scornful a person answering her description lived in that gaze of those who had been his friends ere misfor- house, and was assured that no one of that name had tune overlook him. Here he hoped to procure em- ever dwelt there. How foolish I was to trust those ployment—but sate seemed against him. Shortly dresses to an entire stranger.” after his arrival in this city, he was seized with a “And pray what may be the name of the family dangerous illness which left him in his present help. whose history has interested you so deeply?" asked less condition, and his lovely and accomplished child Mr. Colman. found herself very unexpectedly thrown upon her “ The father's name is Malcolm-Walter Malcolm, own resources for her support and that of her invalid as he informed me. With the daughter's I believe parent. Bravely for many months had she borne the that I have already acquainted you." burden, but continued anxiety concerning the means " Walier Malcolm! Julie Malcolm! And you say of obtaining lise's necessaries had at last done ils they are from Baltimore ?" As he spoke Mr. Col. work—and in the delirium of fever, the fair and noble man's cheek grew suddenly pale, and rising from his girl now tossed restlessly upon her bed, a mere wreck seat he paced the apartment with a hasty and agitated of what she had once been.


step “ This brief sketch of their history, as you may “Why, what is the matter, Harry ?" exclaimed his imagine, dear Harry, interested me greatly. And wife in a tone of the deepest solicitude, as she sprung when, at its conclusion, the speaker again expressed to his side, “pray tell me what has moved you his fears for the future and his doubts as to the reco- thus ?" But it was some moments ere he seemed very of his child, for whom he had no power to pro. able to reply. At length with emotion he saidvide necessary attendance, I again assured him that “ Alice, what if I were to tell you that this man-I would watch over her until she became quite well, this Walter Malcolm is my brother—the brother who and that after this I would endeavor to find some in my early youth drove me away from his luxurimore healthy and suitable employment for her than ous home, an orphan and unprotected, to seek my that in which she had latterly been engaged.

fortune in the wide, wide world ?" Alice Colman “ Toward the close of the afternoon, being desirous started and raised her eyes wonderingly to her husof going home for a while, I dispatched the boy whom band's face, and after a brief silence he resumed with I have once before mentioned, for Maggie, that she la sternness unusual to him

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