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Little Mariana Cross.
many friends of Mrs. Cross, whose
jfltal writings have endeared lier to thousands
(Mb' of children in the South, will learn, with
fpain, of the death of her bright little
daughter, Mariana, who fell a victim to
that dreadful scourge —yellow fever —
which has recently devastated the city of Houston,
and many other portions of Texas, little Ma
riana was much beloved by all who knew her.
She was a frequent contributor to our Chimney
Corner, and we mourn her as one of our lost jew
els. Her mother, in a letter to the editor of the
Nashville Christian Advocate , says of her :
“When my dear child was first attacked, I said
to her : ‘ Mariana, you may be so ill that you can
not think ; now while you can, fix your mind upon
Christ and God.’ She answered calmly and se
riously : ‘ I do, Mamma ; lam unwilling to die
only on your account and Papa’s.’ Ev
ery day as long as she could think, she
asked to have the Lord’s Prayer said,
and once when I had finished saying it,
she said: ‘Now say another.’ Once
she asked me to read a Psalm to her, but
fell asleep before I could get it. For
hours before she died, she lay as one in
a blissful sleep, and twice a bright smile
passed over her face.”
Little reader, pray to God that your
last end may be like her’s —as serene
and hopeful—as full of comfort to those
who love you.
Here is a pretty little story, written by
her, some time ago. In our next we
shall publish a beautiful poem from her
pen, written but a few days before she was sericken
with the terrible disease which destroyed her
young life :
THE GUARDIAN ANGEL.
WRITTEN liY MARIANA CROSS, AT THIRTEEN.
Little Daisy was an orphan now. Her father
had, when she could just crawl over the floor,
been taken from her, and the night before she had
taken the last kiss from the lips of her beloved
mother—that mother who had watched over her
and cherished her for ten long years.
Left alone in the wide world, what resource had
she but the “Great Father,” who has said:
“ When thy father and thy mother forsake thee,
then the Lord will take thee up.” On her knees
she sought his face, and breathed her simple
face, that “ God would please keep her from all
harm on earth, and at last take her to heaven to
meet father and mamma.”
Ihen the Lord looked down in compassion
on the little one, and sent an angel to watch over
her and guide her poor little feet into the paths of
Lghteonsness. Whenever she was undecided be
tween right and wrong, it whispered to her which
to choose. Daisy was a good child, and she al
'"ays listened to and obeyed its counsels. Thus
she was led in the right way, and when she was
d}ing, with a face that beamed with joy, she ex
claimed : “Mother, have you come for me?”
And in that mother’s arms she was borne to those
°t her Saviour.
kittle children, you all have this guide. Listen
to its voice, that you may die as happy as Daisy,
t is called Conscience .
Names may be added to clubs at any time
d u kng the year, at the regular club rates.
BURKE’S WEEKLY.
Table Mountain.
Table Mountain, or “Table Rock,”
*L Wft as it is frequently called, of which we pre
sent a very beautiful engraving, is in
NgwJ Pickens District, S. C., about twenty
m^es north of the pretty little village of
Greenville. It rises 4,300 feet above the
level of the sea, with a long extent, on one side,
of perpendicular cliffs, 1,000 feet in height, and is
one of the most remarkable of the natural won
ders of this portion of the State, so full of natural
beauty and sublimity. A tourist thus speaks of
this interesting locality:
“ Approaching the broad perpendicular side of
the mountain, we came upon it suddenly ; a right
angled descent in our path revealed one of the
most charming views I ever enjoyed. In the fore
ground lay, in pastoral beauty, the sweet valley of
the cove, diversified with green sward and cultiva-
ted land, and embelished with a most picturesque
log cabin. In the middle ground, rose from the
bosom of the vale, a line of mountains robed in
richest verdure, upon which, as a crowning point,
the mighty Rock displayed its towering front. Re
sides these magic features, were others of winning
beauty. Turning the eye, the Bald Mountain,
Caesar’s Head, and other chains, were visible.
The ear, too, detected, though unseen, the
infantile murmuring of the Saluda river, as it
swept through the valley from its source, a lew
miles north of the great Rock, and between it
and the adjoining Alleghanies.
“The Rock derives its name from its re
semblance in form to a table. It is a solid mass,
oblong in form, the northern front being perpen
dicular, and one-half a mile in extent. The east
ern is considerably inclined, while the southern
admits of easy ascent. On the north the eleva
tion of the Rock is about 1,000 feet, gradually
declining towards the western verge.
“The top of the Rock, which is comparatively
level, is of great extent. In many places the sur
face is stony, in others alluvial and covered vith
noble trees. Near the centre, the remains of a hut
exist; a building erected as a kitchen to a hotel,
which it was once contemplated to build on the
Rock.”
The view from the summit is wide-spread and
most enchanting, including a fine sight ol Caesai s
Head, the highest mountain in the vicinity, while
across the valley the Falls ol Slicking are dimly
visible, its long line of sparkling spray adding
much to the beauty of the scene.
When you send your own name, or an}
other, be careful to give us the name ol the post
office and State also. It is best to add the full
address at the bottom of your letter.
_ Another Little Contributor.
V | dE story in this number, entitled “Mary
Grey’s Disappointment,” comes to us
f roin a very little girl in Macon, who, in
a n °ie accompanying it, says :
“ I saw in Burke's Weekly a piece
written by a little girl, Eloise V. Allen ;
aLo your request that other children would write.
I have tried, and hope you will like it.”
Os course we do, and print it with pleasure. It
is really very creditable to our little friend, and
we hope to hear from her again. Let others “try”
also ; we want a corps of “ little contributors” for
our Weekly. It is the children’s paper, and we
want them to write for it.
Remember that clubs need not all go to
the same post office, or to the same State. Get
them where you can.
“In Mischief.”
The picture on our first page explains
itself. The little girl who is seen peep
ing in at the door, looks as if she were full
of mischief, and was doing something
which she was forbidden to do. Take
care, little girl, that your love of mischief
does not lead you into something that
will render yourself and others unhappy.
-.«*.«
Our Florida Correspondent.
The beautiful letter from Mrs. F. M.
P. C., which we print this week, will be
read with interest, and we feel that we
speak for all our little .readers when we
assure the writer that her contributions will
always be welcome.
God Counts.
A brother and sister were playing in
the dining room, when their mother set a
basket of cakes on the tea table and went
out.
“ How nice they look! ” said the boy,
reaching to take one. Ilis sister earnestly
objected, and even drew back his hand, re
peating that it was against their mother’s
direction.
“ She did not count them,” said he.
“ But perhaps God did,” answered the
sister.
So he withdrew from the temptation,
and, sitting down, seemed to meditate.
“ You arc right,” replied he, looking at
her with a cheerful yet serious air, “ God
does count; for the Bible says the hairs
of our head are all numbered.
- ——
Some employments may be better
than others; but there is no employment
so bad as having none at all. The mind
will contract a rust, and an unfitness for
everything, and a man must either fill up
his time with good, or at least innocent
business, or it will run to the worst sort
of waste —to sin and vice.
Dignity does not consist in pos
sessing honors, but in deserving them.
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