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profession, should cultivate a spiritual frame of mind.”
A portion of scripture, from the old family bible, was then read, and they bowed together around the family altar; after the thank-offering had ascended, the petitioner for the first time offered up a fervent prayer,
that God would stay the tide of intemperance, that was calculated to ruin man, on whom God had stamped His own image ; at this prayer, Mrs. D. responded audibly. After the devotions were concluded, Affie was informed that she was to watch, in company with Mr. Radford and Wilhelmina Harris, at Mr. Morse's.
This family did not think it right to lie in bed late on the Sabbath morning; they arose early, as was their custom, and every duty quietly discharged with the utmost promptness, each anxious to keep the Sabbath-day holy.
Affie singing, as she prepared the simple breakfast:
Welcome, sweet day of rest,
Mrs. De Van's health would not admit of her accompanying her family to church that day, although it was one of those tranquil mornings, and one might have well sung:
How calm and beautiful the morn,
That gilds the sacred tomb,
And veiled in midnight gloom,
The Lord is risen-he lives again."
The quietude of the Sabbath was not broken by the report of the hunter's
rifle; in Roselle there were no Sabbath. breakers to stroll abroad in pursuit of pleasures, which bite like a serpent, and sting like an adder. Old men and matrons, young men and maidens, were seen on this day, as they were on all Sabbath-days, quietly wending their way up to the sanctuary, where they listened to the word with becoming solemnity.
The De Van family returned home after church, each one appearing anxious to communicate as much of the sermon as was possible to their mother. Amelia repeated the text, which was in Matt. xi. 28; unto me all ye that labor, and are heavy laden; and I will give you rest; take my yoke upon you and learn of me; I am meek and lowly in heart, and ye shall find rest unto your souls, for my yoke is easy, and my burden is light."
Mrs. D. seemed pleased to find her children so anxious to make her sabbath at home not only pleasant but profitable. As soon as it was sundown Affie gathered a beautiful bouquet from her choice flowers to carry to her afflicted friends; as they received it from her hands-Mrs. Morse remarked to her husband, “In this selection, volumes are expressed; I will take this white rose and place it on Franky's breast, for she is indeed silent in death." Mr. M. said, “My dear, she is not silent in Heaven.” Mrs. M. replied—“I have thought much of the sabbath that never ends, where are now our angel babes before the Throne of him who has said, in His sacred Word, “ Except ye become as little children, ye can in no wise enter the Kingdom of Heaven.' I desire to acquiesce in what my heavenly Father has done. The Lord gave and the Lord hath taken away.”
Here the grief of Mrs. Morse prevented her utterance. They mingled their tears in silence, while little Georgy hid his face in his mother's lap, and sobbed aloud.
“I cannot, mamma, have little Franky buried in the ground as little Laura was."
The weeping mother assured the sobbing child that God had need of them, and if he was a good boy that he would meet them in heaven. Mr. Radford and the young ladies spent the night in reading and conversing on subjects befitting the place.
Mr. Ř.'s buoyant spirits were held in check by Miss D. so that he did not presume to joke Wilhelmina about Dr. Williams, who had for some time paid especial attention to her; he informed the young ladies that he had engaged himself to become the clerk of Mr. Willard.