In heavenly flowers unfolding week by week
The next world’s gladness imaged forth2 in this,
Days of whose worth the Christian’s heart can speak.
Vaughan.
The Sabbath dawned clear and beautiful, bringing refreshing3 breezes after the intense heat of the past fortnight. After the morning service in the Methodist church Mrs. Lester stayed to the Bible class led by the minister. The lesson was the eighth chapter of Romans, and it was interesting to see two old men, with spectacles, bending earnestly over one book, and talking over the meaning of the passage. The members of the class were all men and women, and there was a very free interchange of thought, as they looked 169into the Scriptures4 of truth. One face especially attracted Mrs. Lester’s attention. It was a youthful face, rather large, very fair, with light hair, blue eyes, and regular features, not beautiful, but with a sweet, heavenly expression on the high brow, and in the untroubled eye. In the class-meeting that followed the Bible class, she spoke5 calmly, but with an unfaltering trust, of her love to the Saviour6, as being the master-passion of her soul; that she loved God supremely7, and found him to be a satisfying portion. Her father, who led the class, spoke to her, with tears in his eyes, of the time when her decrepit8 form would put on immortality9, and would shine with glorious beauty; when she would know no weary hours of pain, but would dwell in the land where the inhabitants shall no more say, I am sick, but where all tears shall be wiped away.
Yes, that sweet face was the face of a 170cripple. Her form was shrunken and withered10, and her limbs had never carried her whithersoever she would. Her father took her into his arms at the close of the service, her limbs hanging limp and as if without life, and carried her to the little wagon11 in which he had drawn12 her to church. Mrs. Lester asked her if she was not tired with the long service.
“O no,” she said; she would like to stay there till the evening prayer-meeting at five o’clock.
It was not very often she could go to the house of God. She felt with David, “A day in thy courts is better than a thousand: I had rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God than to dwell in the tents of wickedness.” O how she loved the house of God, the place where his honor dwelleth.
This poor, crippled girl, who had known no happy childhood, who had never been able to participate in its sports, who had 171always been confined to the narrow precincts of a home destitute13 of all the luxuries of life, who had been daily accustomed to pain and privation, had yet found the true secret of happiness. It lay like moonlight on her countenance14. She had that within which many of the rich and wise and great, who look at will on the glorious scenery of earth, who command the treasures of literature and art, who surround themselves with all the comforts and appliances of a home of elegant sufficiency, fail to gain—calm peace in her heart, perfect contentment with her lot, and a spring of never-failing happiness. Nor is she useless in the world, though she has no worldly means to give, nor hands or feet to do her bidding. The light of her holy example, her patience, meekness15, resignation, and faith, are treasures to the Church. Every Wednesday there is a prayer-meeting in her room, of which she takes the charge, as she can be always present, and 172the beauty and propriety16 with which she speaks of divine things make her words very profitable.
In the afternoon Mrs. Lester and Norman went to the prayer-meeting. At the close of the service Mrs. Day, to whom Mrs. Clayton had introduced her in the morning, came up and asked her to go home by the way of her house, as she wished to gather some flowers for her. The large garden, filled with flowers and shrubbery, blooming most luxuriantly in that fertile soil, looked cool and inviting17. Mrs. Day handed Norman some flowers as the beginning of his bouquet18, and told him to go and pick what he liked. Pink and white spireces, double China pinks, a few lingering June roses, the pretty bee larkspur, the coreopsis, candytuft, and verbenas, were gathered in profusion19 by Mrs. Day’s lavish20 hand, and arranged in two bouquets21 for Mrs. Clayton and Mrs. Lester. “Four years ago,” said she, “this garden was a bare 173field. I never was so discouraged in coming to any new place.”
“You certainly have transformed it into a very pleasant home,” replied Mrs. Lester. “Taste and cultivation22, with such a soil as this, can soon work wonders. You can truly sit under your own vine and fig-tree,” continued she, pointing to a beautiful grape-vine that had crept up a lattice, and inclosed with its graceful23 green curtain a verandah in the rear of the house.
“Yes,” said she, “I planted that vine myself, and it is a daily rejoicing to me, and a sermon too. It reminds me continually of that true Vine from which we must draw all our life and sustenance24.”
“It is well,” said Mrs. Lester, “to have divine truths thus brought to our minds by the objects that surround us.”
“My prairie home,” said Mrs. Day, “was really beautiful; that was quite to my mind; a nice house shaded with trees, 174adorned with shrubbery and flowers, and looking upon broad fertile fields.”
“Why did you leave so pretty a home?” asked Mrs. Lester.
“We came here to be near a church, and to enjoy religious privileges. For years after we went on the prairie our house was the home of the preachers, and meetings were always held there. As the country became more settled the services were transferred to a church, four miles from us, and we at length concluded to give up our home to our son, and come to spend the evening of our lives in a place where we could constantly enjoy the services of God’s house. We have tried to make religion the chief business of our life, and God has prospered25 us.”
“And you enjoy this new country?” inquired Mrs. Lester.
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177“It seems to me,” she replied, “the oldest country God has made; such riches as these are in the soil all ready and prepared for the seed of the sower, only waiting for man’s coming to yield of its abundance.”
The sun was tinging26 town and prairie with his parting beams, and the garden was already in deep shadow when Norman and his mother, loaded with bright and fragrant27 flowers, returned home.
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