LITERATURE.

Patea Mail, Volume IX, Issue 1067, 1 August 1883, Page 4

LITERATURE.

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' ■ .„ - ' '■ •| So the Jb-reeH came QiasSCpnday raon| ing, and, after>a—few common.'placed and therefore the-bitterestj began, ‘ Now (<iEy : we <3ah %MM Wa| you areTshlfenhg/ IpobK -ticar, and uj wonder.’ ***** | .them bewildered] ‘ quite*well)’ she) said. Y?l ‘/Bntf&bouttih'd doctor,* >tny-'deal-nhavc Jsnowm’biirf'SO;long* aiid hiidbrstabt f hiM#iy s.l Olf/yen’ Eacl 'boeivh li ttfd rhb’n v!ei|ferllhcedt.ydri Kvbiild Ha ve‘looked bet/tei £■ ’ i •* n-pnua .* ? 4 /, v i t| M 53S.it TieiM not iHyi mis weped-ithof wife ?<S tiff fin ore* beWildSSedJr. . v -l K d I A'l la in (body,? ten/arked Missrßrown hwitkfa-signlfiGaiitsdmile - i"?( BiftriWmirifl we mean. He pays gvhittniatt'dniron*4( 'jtheWrsK^exO(fo , 3r,Jiyou:(kno\v.jdn;ll IHwfAm&t MSSs iPiiyHq ivory .prdtlty Jjfddec ■?3 l itsStTo»csi s >T( She SafcgeyjroMprgarnt -jrfbrild { /John diffd?walkedihoraoiwitU their neigh e tid9f3 fsrlcel, ami She l wns! J !T.ery'fdndd6 them. John might nobllove’dreH;T-tha -she Shfe thonghti; HiViJsh -feiJaWIKJm forthe tKeAVorylsdul of; honour pShdryrseo that/-wlfbi blnaedfton tethHjv-were rs ta idled IS:* WiHßbl 8 o/gb tfd t&’dE‘death : idr ihvidbsn d V**af¥ai rsd a Ipaer? Vssh b ?said ;-4*5 syea vriakedj{ there ltd shawsßCteh ob’aH tasto-ds .toiSonieiheb mhdjjaßjdedvoar 'to.ido iKarm , .l:?'jirr-.‘7-.n>j::n And theaHheyp feelingntihfct fbr-on'o -tbeyihadrheeri-vWquisbedvdpafohly'dool -their)*deJtfr£€rqM TB/itC ft&efp woVdsmbjd ibeh'DnW jKdm, baWas-lIJ 4 ,a"isthl e, n, jeVefmt q : tb e s ei '.gSiMg's Cfafi{Jj t3SalfusHdibad 'fennd? dttfct 1 g'birad illiv iftgo, tMfemolyjttb a| sib o swas/n olH6f*lifub UI nto .her??.>?t/s\s'lhbir| shasitai jfiiSSQrefcedsJl she r had determineJfco tab 1 -thsnjpfiflly niwhetri ’heHcoirUlL 1 gisas jrwbtfl ialafeub bel o vr d /nwji o> Jwitl -j he- i g&rteftrl-fo a few ernmbs seeing,a*fblh.m§aUbGy'ond) sTheJnMrgdijidfftiieiSohtdsrnnJob-beSstrflod 4 it.nsfie.a'.font.l for?Jo.®. *m'Woil, shefMKhi not; feelingadd. tired of her buti&herb SfWnihbinbabjrojs^frrfOKjO She-never-told~her—busb&nd'-of—frha visit, though she believed he r-egretiec his to th< child —snch a frail°little reed to leai SfiaSAWto’AfJiAlbfPl'?' P.&msrt /Sunday—one of those *aweetidayscin t£u dltesfiUtunfn which aaVesl out’ o_ ithelßaihm6rl*nfiTho , trheS’''bad'> i ]dst'‘'thfeii tlf^ ; ' f^ntfjhdK4^sl{dW t e^’ s i(f their leaves, and the sunshine sir owed, nl ■their deliJtK'feSVilySlKfr 'fefotj of mere form^twhlol>,hnd bgen hidden by geraniums still sheltered garden. A ball-was lying on the frosty grass;... but the tiny fingers -that-had played with it would never touch ii t0 f land in which, let us say,- there are p< jChilifen. ' remember Martin Luther’s letter, to, Jhi| boy Hans, i^. fjj \rl}jcly. tifll inm’o/ ‘r golden toys, whips : andMrnmSt-and childish, delights. This little child was dying of croup. Hii mother cpaMl BftTyiMdldrtßdh'tile form or her knee, while John knelt beside her try ' ing useless her. A last he stood still, looking down sorrowfully at the signT3^bf- j life. Suddenly he - clenched hands'with his’lips, and heavj .to. #« little ; b'oy; it was hard* Margaret ben 1 ! *'‘J/f [ ■was J jeal6us , fdrhTrn that heshoulc hm went. John understood, and ms looe *Wf&f&n& e Si «fji made her -ask? The fluttering breatl grew shorter tWe the end now, and little Jack opened boymqqn iaoi otie wdrd/ ana the angels would ha?( had borne away the spirit of the h^o? T body* i’coM and white as a -snow-wreath; but r strata j'hdyardd ?csa xt-lj e? *?t ?; f that moment the bells ran g out foi rfi'6i?nlng o %ef¥! ! isfe, a *finihg , - > lh’e ctOar’"dli with their sedprani meyrimehL tt . . iT ilnd l t^e : bells of'the’city rang again/ -V»n?l -uls «io* Margaret conld weep then, and the nurse ioob ithe SdeaU. /child 1 * iftoth'-ohrei ' arms, and went softly out, shutting the door. :. grief grew silent. She was gentle to it.h/?nghf^ ;? wgrQ;.-with /ithe dead child. She told herself that it was better that he. should bo with> f lhe angels,-and-he-wonld ; 'sing"hyrans;'and , perhaps play in the golden streets; but she had a bur.t would never be her Mothers’ but in- the . could not penetrate her silence. After a lwfe3®i%eflisHre6gfitetf{ffled)lo'JfeSd]i to Oloverleigb, to the old rooms Iliad had been boweail ajSpfMo ssoms; but blossoms and Birds were all gone ndW’ * here 1 ga'tfei ; ■ greW n 1 % s tTos§ f ; her thoughts -turned’‘itfb'rfr little Jack for the they came,'dbe/fW4ndered ibut by herself to the wools abojc,, the, Jiouse. The snn was shining/khl*- tH&rb were one or two late dakiesu-in >lthe''J-.grass. She sthaped ahd n gft'^<%d^then.iy F '‘Heri haljy had <Jf < aifd ‘ghe ;} ll^d made him id Many chainshf 'them in the past, sqmime^ilaud;£Jie-1 thegi,,.with,>his poo ,jast„ t like..a bird, ' - - Sffe J wW'pjpl“, .’drif-eyeil and .desolate. She started.*' Here/was the glace where John he/ tol'lfe his' and with j.a papg remembered. the te?.jsjty .of(her joy./i-.-Ahkhow the petals had fallen from the flower. It had been •iJohn .to’-rtake; her;-without / /: Cd'O- A' H :

« ® wooed her, and now spe was sq f Jjonely. Sbe’’ irp3r*d ? b < fs i §{S’p] ,T afid fb hid:o from him ; but the trees were bare now.. Half curiously she lookedHk'hMilf fHje had not sceiV-s'hh’d yoff/for his eyes were ■beht* oih'-the grouufh .Unconscious ,(|f ho ifi s'xte ;pohdency, and she conld see hoi-grief-worn was the handsome kindly facc|. , Contemplating him thus she forgqt her- ( self, and the bid strong lo^e:^ : ’ ; her eyes. He lookedtSp/Sum sawHtep j i pale and black dress; bnj,,there eyes which dre\f i himi to her to murmur ;Jiow ’ much he loved her, and she turned to, 'hiiivas she had never done before. ' j ‘I am not vvo-rthy, dear,’ he^. said *; J j ’So the bitter* changed entirely tq : swc&(U not’ snddeifly,'for time for Margaret: toilAsp-ber jealousy of the angels, - And that time was chronicled /iff her vsbuhsas-f ihi£:-winter oniv-bohy. ( nnd.,tl,. t fL?SW knev£ dear 1/wns^to^obiiZ-