Mrs. Whittelsey's Magazine for Mothers and Daughters. Various

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      THE BONNIE BAIRNS

      This exquisitely touching ballad we take from the "Songs of Scotland, Ancient and Modern," edited by Allan Cunningham. He says, "It is seldom indeed, that song has chosen so singular a theme; but the superstition it involves is current in Scotland."

      The ladie walk'd in yon wild wood,

      Aneath the hollow tree,

      And she was aware of twa bonnie bairns

      Were running at her knee.

      The tane it pulled a red, red rose,

      Wi' a hand as soft as silk;

      The other, it pull'd a lily pale,

      With a hand mair white than milk.

      "Now, why pull ye the red rose, fair bairns?

      And why the white lily?"

      "Oh, we sue wi' them at the seat of grace,

      For soul of thee, ladie!"

      "Oh, bide wi' me, my twa bonnie bairns!

      I'll cleid ye rich and fine;

      And a' for the blaeberries of the wood,

      Yese hae white bread and wine."

      She sought to take a lily hand,

      And kiss a rosie chin—

      "O, naught sae pure can bide the touch

      Of a hand red—wet wi' sin"!

      The stars were shooting to and fro,

      And wild-fire filled the air,

      As that ladie follow'd thae bonnie bairns

      For three lang hours and mair.

      "Oh, where dwell ye, my ain sweet bairns?

      I'm woe and weary grown!"

      "Oh, ladie, we live where woe never is,

      In a land to flesh unknown."

      There came a shape which seem'd to her

      As a rainbow 'mang the rain;

      And sair these sweet babes plead for her,

      And they pled and pled in vain.

      "And O! and O!" said the youngest babe,

      "My mither maun come in;"

      "And O! and O!" said the eldest babe,

      "Wash her twa hands frae sin."

      "And O! and O!" said the youngest babe,

      "She nursed me on her knee."

      "And O! and O!" said the eldest babe,

      "She's a mither yet to me."

      "And O! and O!" said the babes baith,

      "Take her where waters rin,

      And white as the milk of her white breast,

      Wash her twa hands frae sin."

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      MY LITTLE NIECE, MARY JANE

      This little girl was doubtless one of those whom the Savior early prepares for their removal to his pure and holy family above. The sweet, lovely, and attractive graces of a sanctified childhood, shone with a mild luster throughout her character and manners, as she passed from one period of intelligence to another, until she had reached the termination of her short journey through earth to heaven.

      Peace to thy ashes, gentle one! "Light lie the turf" upon thy bosom, until thou comest forth to a morning, that shall know no night!

      After the birth of this their first child, the parents were continually reminded of the shortness and uncertainty of life, by repeated sicknesses in the social circle, and by the sudden death of one of their number, a beloved sister.

      Whether it was that this had its influence in the shaping of the another's instructions, or not, yet such was the fact, that the subject of a preparation for early death, was not unfrequently the theme, when religious instruction was imparted. The mind of the mother was also impressed with the idea of her own responsibility. She felt that the soul of the child would be required at her hands, and that she must do all in her power to fit it for heaven. Hence she was importunate and persevering in prayer, for a blessing upon her efforts; that God would graciously grant his Spirit, not only to open the mind of her child to receive instruction, but also to set it home and seal it there.

      Her solicitude for the spiritual welfare, of the child was such, as often to attract the notice of the writer; while the results forced upon her mind the conviction, that the tender bud, nurtured with so much care and fidelity, and watered with so many prayers and tears, would never be permitted to burst into full flower, in the ungenial soil of earth.

      Mary Jane had hardly numbered three winters, when a little sister of whom she was very fond, was taken dangerously sick. Her mother and the nurse were necessarily confined with the sick child; and she was left very much alone. I would fain have taken the little girl home with me; but it was feared that a change of temperature might prove unfavorable to her health, so I often spent long hours with her, in her own home. Precious seasons! How they now come up to me, through the long vista of the dim and distant past, stirring the soul, like the faint echoes of melting music, and wakening within it, remembrances of all pleasant things.

      I had been spending an afternoon with her in the usual manner, sometimes telling her stories, and again drawing forth her little thoughts in conversation, and was about taking leave, when I said to her, "Mary Jane, you must be sure and ask God to make your little sister well again." Sliding down from her chair, and placing her little hand in mine, she said with great simplicity, "Who will lead me up there?" Having explained to her as well as I could, that it was not necessary for her to go up to heaven; that God could hear her, although she could neither see him nor hear his answers, I reluctantly tore myself away. Yet it was well for the child that I did so; for being left alone, the train of her thoughts was not diverted to other objects; and she continued to revolve in her mind, as was afterwards found, the idea of asking God to make her sister well.

      That night, having said her usual evening prayer, "Our Father," "Now I lay me down to sleep," &c., the nurse left her quietly composed to sleep, as she thought, but having occasion soon to pass her door, she found that Mary Jane was awake and "talking loud." On listening, she found that the little girl was praying. Her language was, "My dear Father up in heaven, do please to make my little sister well again."

      Before her sister recovered, she was taken sick herself. A kind relative who was watching by her bedside one night, offered her some medicine which she refused to take. The watcher said, "I want to have you take it; it will make you well." The sick child replied: "The medicine can't cure me—the doctors can't cure me—only God can cure me; but Jesus, he can make me well." On being told that it would please God, if she should take the medicine, she immediately swallowed it. After this she lay for some time apparently in thought; then addressing the watcher she said, "Aunty B–, do you know which is the way to heaven?" Then answering the question herself she said, "Because if you don't, you go and ask my uncle H–, and he will tell you which СКАЧАТЬ