LADIES’ EXPRESS.

Poverty Bay Standard, Volume III, Issue 282, 19 June 1875, Page 2

LADIES’ EXPRESS.

-— — I The Editor will be glad to give insertion te | any local contributions from his ladyfriends I that may be considered interesting in the family oircle, or to the sex generally. ROOM AMONG THE ANGELS, A shobt time since the writer of the following lines listened to an interesting discourse by a Methodist minister in which he related the following touching incident: —A mother, who was preparing some flour to bake into bread, left it for a few moments, when little Mary, with childish curiosity to see what it was, t ook hold of the di»h, which fell to the floor, spilling'the contents. The mother struck the child a severe blow, saying,- with anger, that I she was “ always in the way.” A fortnight afterwards little sickened and died. | On her deathbed, while delirious, she asked her mother if there would be room for her among the angels. “ I was always in your way, mother ; you had no room for little Mary! And shall she be in the angels’ way ?” The broken-hearted mother then felt no sacrifice too great could she have saved her child. When,the dewy night was fading, t r And the sky in beauty‘smiled, Came a wliisper, like, an echo, From a pale and dying child : “ Mother, in that golden region, With its pearly gates so fair; Up among the happy angels, Is there room for Mary there ?” “ Mother, raise me just a moment; You’ll forgive ipe when I say. You were angry when you told me I was always in your way. You were sorry in a moment, I could read it on your brow : But you’ll not reqall it, mother, You must never mind it now. “ When my baby-sister calls me, And you hear my voice no more, When she plays among the roses By our little cottage door, Never chide her when you’re angry,— Do it kindly and in love, That you both may dwell with Mary, In the sunny land above.” Then she plumed her snowy pinions, Till she folded them to rest, ’Mid the welcome song of rapture, On her loving Saviour’s breast. In the bright and golden region, With its pearly gates so fair, She is singing with the angels : “ There is room for Mary there.”