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At this moment he started and turned he loved, and for himself solitude and dehis head suddenly.
What do I hear? spair. but no, I am mistaken ; it is impossible.” Too agitated to sleep, Jodocus took
What disturbed him thus was a trifle to from his bedside, a great black book, with be sure, and none but a father's ear would copper clasps. It was the Bible which have caught so slight a sound. It seemed had been given him on his wedding-day. to Jodocus that through the wall he heard He turned to the first leaf and read, his daughter cough. For a moment he “ Jodocus and Helena married April remained motionless, holding his breath, 15, 1839. listening with his eyes turned towards the " Margaret born Nov. 20, 1841. ceiling, and then he thought he heard her " Helena died Dec. 20, 1841." cough again. “ Yes,” said he, “ that is Then Jodocus, opening the holy book the way her mother began ; my child is at random, his eye fell upon the ninth sick; I am undone."
chapter of St. Mark, at the following Trembling, he ran up the little stair- verses : case that led to her room, and leaned his “And he took a child and set him in ear against the door - a perfect stillness. the midst of them, and when he had taken His face grew calm. “The truth is,” him in his arms, he saidunto them, said he, “I am asleep now—it is that “ Whosoever shall receive one of these abominable dream that pursues me. He little ones in my name, receiveth me; and came down two steps, but suddenly stop- whosoever shall receive me, receiveth not ped. This time there was no doubt - it me, but him that sent me. was Margaret coughing. Jodocus softly Jodocus shut the book with a sigh, then entered the room, shading the light with he walked to the window — the snow glithis band — he found his daughter asleep, tered in the moonlight, and the flakes and stood looking at her with mingled flew about in the wind. “Heavens," love and anxiety One would have called said he,“ how wretched are the poor in her a sleeping angel, smiling at Heaven in such weather, and how wrong we are to her dreams. Soft blonde hair fell on forget them !” the most beautiful face, and in her regular He lay down full of anxiety, and disfeatures were seen indications of a too pre- satisfied with himself, but fatigue soon cocious intellect, and perhaps, alas, the closed his eyes. His slumber was agitatgerm of a constitutional malady. At ed, and Margaret's image constantly retimes it seemed that Margaret was near turned to him under every aspect. He waking ; she trembled, she coughed, her saw again the little wretched chamber, cheeks turned purple, and good Jodocus, but now the beggar child lying upon the bending over her with feverish anxiety, pallet was his Margaret, feverish, burning, felt himself ready to faint.
near to death. calmness returned to the sweet face, and Near Margaret stood a woman, a shadJodocus sitting near Margaret, folded his ow clothed in white ; it was Helena, the hands, and seemed to pray for her life. mother, come to receive the soul of her
Is there a holy balm in the love of a child. “It was your wish,” she said to father? I know not: but Margaret's Jodocus, with a look full of pity. sleep soon became tranquil, and after an “ There is on high a law of eternal justice, hour, the poor bookseller retired to his which attaches the life of the rich to that own room, less anxious, but ill at ease. of the poor. Every one of these unfortuThat happiness which seemed so substan- nates whom you scorn, carries with him at tial, that fortune with which he would en- death the soul of some happy one. The dow his child, had all disappeared. Now little beggar, that a guinea would have he only saw his first love, his wife, saved died to-night; it is the turn of our as beautiful as Margaret, but pale, child.” emaciated, dying ; now he only saw his While Helena spoke, Margaret wan and daughter taken away in her flower, as her pallid, extended her arms as if to fly away mother had been ; it was death for all that with her.
“My child, cried Jodocus, in tears, surprise ; she had never thought of sui'you must not leave me so; I will" cide ; but yet how can you doubt the sani
What is the matter, my good father ?” ty of a man who gives you three guineas ? said a sweet voice, which quickly waked She kissed the hands of Jodocus and Marhim from his dream. "Are you sick, garet, and went home full of hope and that you are in bed at this hour”
joy, for they had promised to come and see “ Is it you, Margaret ? ” cried the poor her that day. father, seizing his daughter with both And when they did come, it was with a hands, and pressing her to his heart. “Is wagon load ; Jodocus threw matrasses and it you, my child? There is nothing the blankets upon the bed ; with his own hand matter with you, then? You are not he filled the grate with coal, and kindled sick, and the guinea, where is that? a fire that flamed to the ceiling. Marga
“Why, father,” said Margaret, becom- ret, on her part, opened a large bundle ing alarmed, “ I have spent it as you al- that she could hardly drag along, and took lowed me to do.”
out sheets, flannels and under garments. Already! and how did you spend She herself washed and dressed the sick it?"
girl, put warm, woollen stockings upon her, “You will soon know, there is a little and I know not how many petticoats. But mystery about it. But come ; breakfast to crown the whole, the physician of Jois waiting.”
docus, who accompanied them, examined Jodocus rose, more disturbed than ever, the child, and found no other sickness and went down stairs. At the breakfast- than cold and hunger a malady incuratable, when Margaret, as usual, brought ble to the poor, but which the rich can alhim a cup of coffee which she had prepar. ways cure. The mother wept for joy ed herself, and which he never received when she looked at her little daughter who except from her hand, the good man for would not leave Margaret — and Jodocus the first time refused it, and said, did like the mother. Three hours passed with a sigh, Margaret, what did you away—three hours, in which, for the first do with your guinea ?”
time, Blackstone and Britton remained Then there came forward from behind neglected in their solitude ; and finally, Margaret, a woman clothed in black, as Margaret was obliged to fairly pull him Jodocus had seen in his dream, who, trem- from this room which now contained two bling, seized the hand of the astonished happy hearts. bookseller.
When he reached home, Jodocus took “Good sir," said she, “allow me to his daughter upon his knee. "Hencethank you for the kindness of your daugh- forth,” said he,*" you shall be my almster, who came yesterday, to bring me in giver. I am so busy that I do not think your name, the help I had asked of you. enough of the poor ; but you understand Thanks to her, my child has fire and all this so well
, that it shall be your bread ; thanks to you, I have a week's charge. I will be your banker, and have lodging before me, and hope for the fu- no fear of ruining me. I now understand ture. May Heaven preserve to you her the meaning of an old proverb, too long who has saved my child !”
an enigma to me“A week before you I ” exclaimed Jodocus ; “say rather a month, two months, “Who shuts his hand, has lost his gold, years, say forever. Here are three guin- Who opens it, has it twice told.”
you; I will pay your rent-I will take care of you - Margaret and I ; of Even if you should lose your dowry, and you and your child. But do not you
never marry a minister, God will reward abandon yourself-devote yourself to your
us in another way, child, and do not cherish the foolish, criminal thought of throwing yourself from the window.
We find self-made men very often, but The poor woman gazed at Jodocus in self-unmade ones a great deal oftener.
BY MRS. S. M. PERKINS.
refined tastes, accustomed to good society. Mrs. Blair, in particular, was frequently
called proud by our villagers. Sbe CHAPTER I.
dressed in faultless style, knowing preWhatsoever a man soweth, that shall ho also reap. figure, and her good looks were a frequent
cisely what was most becoming to her fine Three summers since, I travelled in the theme of comment. Gentlemen called her central and southern part of the Empire handsome. Ladies did not, which is not State, in the glorious month of June. At surprising, as they seldom acknowledge the close of a fine day, I rode with an the gift of beauty in their peers. Were elderly friend through the principal streets Powers' Greek Slave a living, breathing of a thriving village, not a score of miles woman, her sex would criticise her beauty. from Otsego Lake, at the foot of which
They were persons of decided influence rests the lovely village rendered famous in the place, and that influence was not, by the pen of Cooper, the American in the main, injurious. novelist, of whose fame the people there At length a son was born in that house, are so justly proud. My friend -an event which was hailed with great pointing out to me the various objects of rejoicing. The rich have many friends, interest, when we came suddenly upon a and numerous were the congratulations most charming residence. The house was the parents received, and costly the presa brown Gothic, with piazza extending on ents for the child. He drank from silver three sides, surrounded by rare trees, cups, and his baptismal bowl was of the shrubbery, and flowers. A little at the purest gold. Each pleasant morning, a right was an artificial pond of water, with servant was seen drawing out the child in a fountain playing in the midst, and beau- a baby-carriage lined with white satin, tiful swans swimming on the surface. fit for a young prince. But neither the The parlor windows were open, and music love so freely bestowed, nor earthly gifts, from the piano-forte, floated out upon the could retain the little spirit from its heavevening air. I bade the driver slacken enly home. Just as he began to murmur his pace, for I was sorry to leave a scene the names of his parents, he sickened and of so much loveliness. The garden of died. Then went up a wail of anguish Eden could not have been fairer.
from the rich man's home, and friends “What a beautiful place !" I exclaim- came in_throngs to comfort mourning ed, “ how happy must those people be to hearts. Those parents could not feel possess so much loveliness !"
reconciled at God's dealings with them, " Happy !” replied my companion, and shut up their hearts from consoling with a slight curl of the lip, “I have reflections. Two years passed, and anknown few persons who have had more other child was given them, but, like the
Look the world over, and you others, tarried only long enough to learn will find the trail of the serpent in the a little of earthly speech, and then went fairest and best of homes."
home to the Father. “Please tell me all about these people, Three times those parents stood by the there is time enough now, as we have yet open grave of an only son.
Costly monseveral miles to ride."
uments tell where they sleep in the village He complied with my request, and I Cemetery; the choicest flowers blossom will give the substance of the story, with there, watered during many years by a the hope that it may interest others as it mother's tears.
It was a great grief, yet these proud When the Blairs came to this village, spirits bowed not yet to the chastening and built that house a quarter of a century rod. The world seen through a mournago, they seemed as happy a pair as one ing veil was changed, yet still attractive, often sees. They were wealthy, educated, The syren song of pleasure still lured and had a certain haughtiness of manner, them along, the glitter of wealth still which we sometimes see in persons of fascinated them, and the voice of flattery, silenced the still small voice within. It lege. His parents were anxious that he was left for a greater sorrow to bring should go through the prescribed course them to the foot of the cross.
of study, and then choose his profession or It was by the cradle of the fourth employment. But the lad thought differchild, the little Eugene, that the mother ently. Three or four years at college first learned to pray.
And the burden of seemed a long time, and too much of a every petition was for the life of the confinement. Neither was he to be coopdarling boy. “Spare me this, spare me ed up in that little village much longer, this child," was her cry, and she did not, without knowing something of the distant could not add, "thy will, not mine be lands of which he read and dreamed. He done."
determined to go to sea.
His mother It is not surprising that these bereaved wept, his father expostulated. hearts should cling to their beautiful boy “Wait until you are out of college,” with a tenacity known only to such as he would say, " and then you may go as have given their babes to the spoiler, and a passenger and travel all over Europe. seen the bright eyes of their little ones And we will both go with you." grow dim in death.
“ No, I want to go as a sailor, and
go The child inherited the beauty of his now;" was the invariable reply. mother, with the firmness and pride of the “ But we shall never consent,” said his father. When he walked up the aisle of father, “we have buried three children, our church on the Sabbath by the side of and we want you near us, we cannot spare his parents, all eyes would invariably turn you." in that direction, and it took not many Eugene's lip would firmly set at such years for him to learn that he was an times, and his mother was fearful that he object of a great deal of attention. He would go away secretly. She was kinder was a quick scholar, generally at the head to him than ever before, and attempted to of his classes in school, and was a constant get his thoughts in some other channel. member of the Sabbath school. The in- But it was all of no avail. He was destructions he received at home were of the termined upon a sailor's roving life, and noblest kind, and a good example was his own will was his master. Surrounded ever before him in the lives of his parents. by all the luxuries of life, and every adNo more courteous or genteel boy, ever vantage within his reach for mental culgraced a school room, than was Eugene ture, he cast them all aside, in his longBlair as he entered his teens. He learned ings for the sea. When he found that it everything but obedience. This was not was in vain to hope for his parents' consent, required of him by his parents, and teach- he resolved to run away.
On the morners passed lightly over the faults of the ing of the anniversary of his sixteenth rich man's only child. So many fears birthday, his mother gave him a beautiwere entertained by his parents that he fully bound pocket-bible for a present. would be early called away, that they That evening he deliberately placed that could not find it in their hearts to apply Bible in the centre of a bundle of clothing, Solomon's prescription, when his young and at a late hour walked to the nearest will came in contact with theirs. “Spare rail-road station, took an early train for the rod, and spoil the child," was not a New York, and three days afterwards was truth to them, and proved their only on the broad Atlantic, training those finunwise step. Not that every child re- gers, that had glided gracefully over the quires such discipline, but every child for keys of the piano-forte as their greatest its own good should learn early the great task, to the rough work of the sailor. lesson of obedience to parents. When
CHAPTER II. other inducements fail, then the counsels of the “wisest man" should be heeded.
Though he slay me yet will I trust in him. The neglect of this duty gave a world The morning after the wanderer's de of trouble to their child, and pierced their parture, dawned bright and beautiful as own souls through with many sorrows. May mornings are wont to do, and the
At sixteen Eugene was fitted for col- family were early astir. Mr. Blair wrote
letters in the library, and Mrs. Blair was self-renunciation. Earnestly she prayed out among her flowers, giving directions to that her great suffering might not be in the gardener. The breakfast bell rang, vain ; that it might have its appointed and they left their work for the dining mission, in showing her plainly the path
A few moments they waited for of duty. In humility she studied the Eugene, when Mrs. Blair called a ser- word of God, and she found a meaning in vant.
its pages undiscerned before. Unresery“Go, Bridget, and ring the bell at edly she consecrated her time, her talents, Eugene's door.”
her whole heart to God, trusting in him, Again they waited until Mr. Blair was till her language was like an ancient getting impatient.
saint's, “though he slay me, yet will I “ He may be unwell this morning,” trust in him.” “ Come unto me all ye said the mother.
that labor, and are heavy laden, and I Mr. Blair went up to his room, and will give you rest, was a precious promfound the bed undisturbed, a few articles ise, and by faith in Christ, she found of clothing gone, and all else as usual. peace, a calm and holy peace, such as God The truth flashed upon his mind, and he giveth to his beloved. All nature seemed called to his wife from the stair-case. She changed. The tiny birds, the smiling went eagerly there, and together they flowers, the twinkling stars, and flowing passed into the empty room.
streamlets, all bad a voice of praise to “ Our boy has gone, he has run away,” God, and her own bereaved heart was in said the father.
unison with their melody. Her husband One piercing shriek from the mother, loved her before, but now he reverenced and she sank fainting to the floor. Could her, as he saw the great good she accomEugene have looked in upon that scene plished, in her walks of usefulness among of sorrow that morning, he would have the poor, in ministering to sorrow, and in repented of his folly in leaving such a comforting mourning hearts. home, and dishonoring those parents. The poor mother's heart seemed broken. There is no sorrow like unto mine, she had said as she laid each of her fair chil. dren in the grave, but now she experi- Joy shall be in heaven over one sinner that reenced a greater. Gone, gone, not to Him penteth. the loving Father, but to be led in the Shall we follow Eugene in his wanderpaths of the destroyer, to feed on the ings from his father's house? It is the husks of sin and dissipation. How much same old story of many another youth who rather would she have laid him, in his has left a good home for life upon the boyish beauty, to his last sleep beside his great deep. It is well I suppose, that young brothers. She wondered now that some are born with a propensity for the she had so mourned when death came for sea ; else where would come the supply her sweet little ones. In her grief she of luxuries for our table, and many of our blessed God that he early took them in articles of common use.
But God hasten their innocence and purity, from such a the time, when such as go down to the world of trial. The father too, strong sea in ships, are better men, and have a man that he was, wept like a child, that better influence upon
who are theirs was again a childless home, and a entrusted to their care, for weeks and house of mourning. It was many weeks months together. Engene was first pleas. before Mrs. Blair left her room, and ed with the novelty of his situation, then when again she came forth, it was no shocked at the profanity and intemperance longer the gay, the attractive, the fashion of those around him. They called him able woman of the world. This grief green that he neither smoked, nor drank, wrought a great change in her whole life. nor swore. At first he warded off their
Those weeks of lonely illness and sorrow, ridicule with firmness, and turned from gave her time for self-examination and these things with loathing. He gradually