THE THEOLOGIAN'S (SECOND) TALE.

ELIZABETH.

I.

"AH, how short are the days! How soon the night overtakes us!

In the old country the twilight is longer; but here in the

forest

Suddenly comes the dark, with hardly a pause in its com

ing,

Hardly a moment between the two lights, the day and the lamplight;

Yet how grand is the winter! How spotless the snow is, and perfect!

Thus spake Elizabeth Haddon at nightfall to Hannah

the housemaid,

As in the farm-house kitchen, that served for kitchen and

parlor,

By the window she sat with her work, and looked on a

landscape

White as the great white sheet that Peter saw in his

vision,

By the four corners let down and descending out of the

heavens.

Covered with snow were the forests of pine, and the fields and the meadows.

Nothing was dark but the sky, and the distant Delaware flowing

Down from its native hills, a peaceful and bountiful river.

Then with a smile on her lips made answer Hannah the housemaid:

"Beautiful winter! yea, the winter is beautiful, surely, If one could only walk like a fly with one's feet on the

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ceiling.

But the great Delaware River is not like the Thames, as we saw it

Out of our upper windows in Rotherhithe Street in the Borough,

Crowded with masts and sails of vessels coming and going; Here there is nothing but pines, with patches of snow on

their branches.

There is snow in the air, and see! it is falling already; All the roads will be blocked, and I pity Joseph to-mor

row,

Breaking his way through the drifts, with his sled and oxen; and then, too,

How in all the world shall we get to Meeting on FirstDay?"

But Elizabeth checked her, and answered, mildly re

proving :

Surely the Lord will provide; for unto the snow he

sayeth,

Be thou on the earth, the good Lord sayeth; he is it Giveth snow like wool, like ashes scatters the hoar-frost." So she folded her work and laid it away in her basket.

Meanwhile Hannah the housemaid had closed and fastened the shutters,

Spread the cloth, and lighted the lamp on the table, and placed there

Plates and cups from the dresser, the brown rye loaf, and the butter

Fresh from the dairy, and then, protecting her hand with a holder,

Took from the crane in the chimney the steaming and simmering kettle,

Poised it aloft in the air, and filled up the earthen tea

pot,

Made in Delft, and adorned with quaint and wonderful figures.

Then Elizabeth said, "Lo! Joseph is long on his

errand.

I have sent him away with a hamper of food and of

clothing

For the poor in the village. A good lad and cheerful

is Joseph;

In the right place is his heart, and his hand is ready and willing."

Thus in praise of her servant she spake, and Hannah the housemaid

Laughed with her eyes, as she listened, but governed her tongue, and was silent,

While her mistress went on: "The house is far from

the village:

We should be lonely here, were it not for Friends that in passing

Sometimes tarry o'ernight, and make us glad by their coming."

Thereupon answered Hannah the housemaid, the thrifty, the frugal:

"Yea, they come and they tarry, as if thy house were a

tavern ;

Open to all are its doors, and they come and go like the pigeons

In and out of the holes of the pigeon-house over the

hayloft,

Cooing and smoothing their feathers and basking themselves in the sunshine."

But in meekness of spirit, and calmly, Elizabeth answered:

"All I have is the Lord's, not mine to give or withhold

it;

I but distribute his gifts to the poor, and to those of

his people

Who in journeyings often surrender their lives to his

service.

His, not mine, are the gifts, and only so far can I make

them

Mine, as in giving I add my heart to whatever is given. Therefore my excellent father first built this house in

the clearing;

Though he came not himself, I came; for the Lord was

my guidance,

Leading me here for this service. We must not grudge, then, to others

Ever the cup of cold water, or crumbs that fall from our table."

Thus rebuked, for a season was silent the penitent house

maid;

And Elizabeth said in tones even sweeter and softer:

"Dost thou remember, Hannah, the great May-Meeting in

London,

When I was still a child, how we sat in the silent as

sembly,

Waiting upon the Lord in patient and passive submis

sion?

No one spake, till at length a young man, a stranger, John Estaugh,

Moved by the Spirit, rose, as if he were John the Apostle,

Speaking such words of power that they bowed our hearts, as a strong wind

Bends the grass of the fields, or grain that is ripe for the sickle.

Thoughts of him to-day have been oft borne inward

upon me,

Wherefore I do not know; but strong is the feeling within me

That once more I shall see a face I have never forgotten."

II.

E'en as she spake they heard the musical jangle of sleigh-bells,

First far off, with a dreamy sound and faint in the dis

tance,

Then growing nearer and louder, and turning into the farmyard,

Till it stopped at the door, with sudden creaking of run

ners.

Then there were voices heard as of two men talking

together,

And to herself, as she listened, upbraiding said Hannah the housemaid,

"It is Joseph come back, and I wonder what stranger is with him."