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C W'bead. They broughi her home sad
ly enough, and poor Uncle Davie sighed
as he took the faded apple-blossoms from
her hair, all dabbled with blood, and laid
them in a little drawer by the bedside.
But Katie did not die. It was many a
v, ary day before she looked with recog
nition upon any one, and in her delirium
die talced a great deal about plucking
a-pie-blossoms in the Spring and having
u 0 fruitage in the Fall; and she said other
things, too, that brought tears to Uncle
Davies eyes,and sent him, leaning on
his hickory staff, over to the parsonage.
Owe day late in June, two men sat very
grave and quM by the little white bed
fn the gable chamber where Katie lay.
The soft south wind breathed in at the
window and just stirred the white curtain,
so that the prairie rose that climbed to the
roof shr Wed her wealth of blossoms. The
crisis had come, and Katie slept, the
sbep from which she would awaken to
flic or to recover. It seemed the watch
ers scarely breathed. No sound disturbed
the quiet of the room, safe the ticking of
Uncle Davie’s great Silver watch that lay
on the medicine stand. Hour after hour
they sat; nwou passed, and the afternoon
had almost verged tipon the sunset, when
with a sigh the slefeper awoke. Her face
towafdthe window, she saw the roses.
“Koses already,” Then,as Uncle Da
He bent over her, she asked, “How is it,
Uncle Davie? When 1 went to sleep 1
had RppleiblqsSoms in my hair, and here
tut* roses at the window?’ 7
she SJ oke the minister went
jjjiietl v out of the foofti without her per
♦viving himj ilndl tlncle Davie said:
k L..Bh*<*| o i have been very ill. You were
tiiv„.vu rrom the carriage, tin cl I thought
i wa-go n, r to lose my wee bairn* but m.w
are saved; Do not talk, lassie; l e
M; ! and rest, and when you are stronger
.In, shall heMr all about it.”
A few days later Katie lav bolstered
tiji with allows od ih<- sitting-room lounge
wli titer sbe ha i bCCu e;triled in the strong
arms of the .young minister, \Vl:0 sat by
tier side,
“If you want such a weak, foolish 11-
tle girl as I am, Mr, Dimean, ’ she \va s
saying, “I suppose you mu t have me-
I think /have learned a lesson that
will last me all my life. But what are
the bells tinging lorf’
“ i he tails are ringing, Katie, because
Varney Kenworthy has paid the ringers
to ring tt.ern—he has just returned from
the city With his bride, Lita Yah Buren.’’
The next Spring a very quiet wedding
took place at David Dawson’s hoiise, and
the bride wore apple-blossoms in her hair.
A man must not keep his hat on at places
ci amusement, for it will inconvenience
those behind him; but a lady can pile the
tower of Babylon on her heat'if she
•booses and no one dares to object
THE. L. C. I. MESSENGER.
Miss Lollie Rutherford, Term Editress-
Again kind readers it becomes our du
ty to address you, and it puzzles our brain
no little to know what to say. We have
made our first promises, we have receiv
ed and replied to, our first congratulations,
and now what next? We have heard it
said that a good housewife can prepare a
nice dinner out of nothing; and we sup
pose that we wili be counted unskilled in
the art of Writing, if we do not 7 give you
something new,in every issue of our pa
per. Philosophers say, that all matter
is indestructible and that there is no en
tirely new creation. Solomon declared
that there is nothing new under the Sun.
The mind not being material,the world
always has been, and always will be look
ing for something" new, in the creation
of thought.
The Seniors are much excited as the
term is drawing to its close. There has
been considerable emulation amongst us.
This is ommendable, and will result in
good. We must however guard against
dangerous ambition. This is one of the
worst passions of the human heart. Let
us not dream that we are so pure as to be
sheilded from the temptation of this arch
fiend. It dared once to enter into the
hearts of angels, and even tried to 1 url
the Almighty fi otll his throne. It de
populated Heaven, and peopled the lower
regions, and now stalks through the
earth as a roaring lion seeking whom
it may devour. Let us guard against this
dreadful enemy. Let us raise a high bar
riei in our hearts to keep out every tevil
feeling and passion. Le? us scorn every
deception and fraud. Let us be open and
sincere in every contest. Let there be no
strife or bitterness in our midst. Again 1
say ;cf. our records be fair, our escutcheons
bright with truth and honor. These will
be worth more to us than mines of Peru
or diamonds from Golconda.
Our Institute Life.
/blinking some would he interested in
seeing a sketch of out life at the Institute.
I through my weak efforts will try to place
before you a picture of our life here.
I suppose every child has a dread of
boarding school* from my earliest
knowledge the boarding-school has
always been a name of horror to me per
haps I would still retain my opinion had I
uot entered this one. I do not intend to flat
ter though I should fail in ray very efforts
to do so.
Our school has, it is true, some very
strict rules, which we, of course, are obli
ged to obey, yet we have often thought
our teachers have adopted the maxim
<f tha!r'itis better to rule by love than by
fear’’ Our obedience is of loye, not such
j as a slave renders to his master the*
j would abjure this, soever would they tench
! us to comply with rules through fear, hut
by a high sense of honor an inclination to
do that which is only right.
Our girlis are as dear loving sisters ever
obeying the motto placed iu the Library
‘Love ci.e another”, and so firmly is their
love twined around each other, that even
through our great joy of going home, a
shadow of sadness surrounds our hearts
when we khfnk of the coming separation
bom our dearly beloved schoolmates.
It seems that our fife is a pleasant dream so
smoothly does it flow, replete with health,
and all that could be desired. What does
it then need to make it more perfect?
Certainly there pa.-ses over us when we
hear the sweet strains of “Home sweet
home” a longing thought which is sudden
ly dispelled by some gay suggestion of our
bright and cheerful ones. But occupation
banishes all such images from our minds,
and replaces them with hopeful thoughts,
which enables us to have an earnest de
sire to perform every duty.
Here listen to a brief account of thc
building to which in after life our thought
will ever turn with affection. It is a
large and convenient one of stone, situa
ted in a most delightful spot, at the back
and side is a grove of oaks, which in
spring and summer impart a cheering ap
p jarance to the building, in the front is
a garden that blooms with rare sweet
flowers, which we thoroughly enjoy, bur
which our beloved Principal savs is het
second flower garden, for she calls us all
her flowers. Her school room is her most
loved par ten e.
Inside are the various apartments nec
essary to such an Institution. The first
floor contains, the Primary and Academ
ic Departments, presided over by Ladies
dearly loved by their pupils, and who have
both attainments of mind and heart. The
one who presides over the Academics
also has much to do With our domestic
and social life Where siie displays more
rare and beautiful qualities, if possible,
than in the school room, her sweet voice
is gladly heard, her visits to our room-:
are among the happiest moments: lov
ingly will menu y paint the pictures of
her acts of love and ki- dimes, though in
the future we be far from her. In an
apartment on the North side presides o r
queenly ’’almost, mother” Principal; to the
South in a room mysterious with chem
ical apparatus with which he often dis
plays experiments to our wondering eyes,
and still further gives us lessons iinpor -
tant through our whole life, is our other
Principal, there he teaches us to shield our
selves from worldly ways, and strongly
points out all that is combined in f die beau
•tiful delineation of a woman’s character
TV the West is the reejmtimi room or'
a young la< y assistant >u V < llegiate De
partment, a* gmu-aj fay. *Jt*. and wh*v
presides overt- her branch of fcbe Mat lie-,
inatieal Depasimeut with an ability chic -
ly resembling h * hon ored j-V-ix r in the
U uiyer.'itA.
Still farther to the West fii port o i
the building is. a t< um for Pm a-sismnt
Music, a young lady of marked ability
and gentle grace of manner.
A story higher \ye find our much love 1
French instructress, \y io has long bice,
won cur affections, air 1 around her the
chord of love is so strongly twined, that
time can never effect any change, though
separation be cur lot.
Our music, our soul’s delight, the sil
very strains greet us as we enter the
building, from our delightful Pro,f. where
our lessons have always been given in the
gentlest manner, and when the notes are
difficult to ohtain, he has patiently and
kindly rendered his willing assistance, and
bv the aid of such an instuotor music has
thrice its charms. Thus our time being
fully ocoupied our thoughts ever intent
on the proper use of flying in aments, we
live in a sphere where it see ns “Are
hands untwisting all the oh inns that tie
the hidden soul of harmony,” J.
A Paraphrase,
I’ll wait two months longer before I
despair,
Before I sink under my burden of care
Study cannot last always, there must
be a rest:
So I’ll watch for the daylight and hope
or the best.
I’ll wait two months longer, to morrow
may be,
The brighest and fairest of morrows
to me;
The birds may be singing, the blossoms
may start
In bloom and beauty. —Be patient oh!
heart—
I’ll wait two months longer before I
give up,
And drink if it may be the dregs of the
cup,
Still Watching, Still waiting, still long
ing for rest,
I’ll wait two months longer and hope
for the best- 0.
Giving.— We need to give as much
as others need to get. The Arabs have
a proverb—-‘The water you pour on the
roots of the cocoanut comes back to you
sweetened, and enriched in the milk
from the top;’ aud every libation we pour
upon the roots of Christian enterprises we
receive hit- our mouths again, in the
sweet droughts of persouel growth. If
We find little blessing in giving ,it is per
haps, because we give so little, or exercise
jn giving, so little self denial