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EMILY'S MORNING RAMBLE.








In the suburbs of the city of B. stands the beautiful residence of Mr.
James. It was a rural spot, as it was surrounded with all the beauties
of nature. There were rippling streams, and winding paths through the
green fields and woods, sunny hills and mossy rocks. Emily, the only
daughter of Mr. J., had all these pleasant scenes to enjoy, and every
thing to make her home happy. Her father owned a noble pair of grays
and a very fine carriage, and she had the pleasure of riding with her
father whenever she chose. But Emily did not live altogether for her
own happiness; she was accustomed to go and see the people in the
neighborhood of her home, and if any were poor or sick she would
always try to benefit them.

Her mother had to put up many a bundle of nice things for her to take
to some poor family in need. She was also fond of the works of nature,
and would frequently spend an hour in walking alone in the shady rural
places in her town. One day, as the beautiful spring had just unfolded
its loveliness, Emily thought she would walk out and breathe the
delicious air. With a heart laden with good thoughts and with a quick
step she passed along the gravelled street and by the cultivated
grounds and fine houses, until she reached the green turf and wooded
slopes, and here paused awhile under the large old trees, and thought
of the wisdom, goodness, and love of God in giving us such a beautiful
earth.

On her route, where the river curved around the foot of a gentle
sloping hill in the shadows of old forest trees, was made a rural
cemetery; so pleasant were its quiet paths and its cool shades in
summer, that the living loved to wander there. Friends came there to
plant flowers upon the graves of dear ones they had lost.

Through a low ivy covered gateway of stone, Emily entered the quiet
place. There were no massive railings, and lofty monuments, and no
costly devices, but God had made this place very beautiful--flowers
were blooming along the well trodden paths, and around the last
resting places of the dead. Here and there arose a simple shaft or a
light column, and the graves of the household were bordered by a green
hedge or surrounded by shadowing trees.

As Emily passed through the familiar walks, she came suddenly to a
grave in the remote corner of the cemetery, beside which sat a
solitary mourner. A small white slab lay upon the centre of the green
mound and at its head grew a rose bush in bloom, bending, till its
weight of white buds and blossoms touched the long bright grass upon
the grave. Emily attracted by its simply beauty, and drawing near, she
stooped down and read upon the marble slab, "Dear Mina." Her young
eyes filled instantly with tears, for she knew that it was the darling
child of a lady who to her was a stranger. As she turned away from the
spot she met a lady approaching, who passed her and kneeled down
beside the grave. She thought she would speak to the lady, and with
tender sympathy she asked, "Was it your child?"

The lady, who was deep in thought, looked up at the sound of Emily's
earnest voice, and answered, softly, "yes; 'Dear Mina' was my only
child." This interview led Emily to an acquaintance with the sorrowing
mother, which caused her never to forget her morning ramble. She was a
good woman, and at the decease of Emily's mother became her Christian
companion and instructor.



I doubt whether he will find the way to heaven who desires to go
there alone: all heavenly hearts are charitable: enlightened souls
cannot but diffuse their rays. I will, if I can, do something for
others and for heaven, not to merit by it, but to express my
gratitude. Though I cannot do what I would, I will labor to do what I
can.--_Feltham_.





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