. Il piccolo signore zoppicante, o il figlio di Cloverlea . rlea Rectory sollevò fiduciosamente il suo innocente volto verso il cielo sereno e bello della sera, tanto con noi quanto con i suoi seccipli quando viveva sulla terra. Molto semplice e indiscutibile fu CarolsFaith. Sembrava quasi che il suo chiaro eves C? se vide e capì cose non rivelate alla conoscenza dei saggi e degli appresi. E veramente, UN cuore puro penetra nel cielo. Un bambino vecchio stile, alcuni lo chiamavano, un piccolo tissimile, pensieroso, il cui povero lo amiciava tanto caro. Vecchio stile! Perhapsso ; ma molto dolce e endea
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. The little lame lord, or The child of Cloverlea . rlea Rectory lifted his innocentface trustfully to the quiet, beautiful evening sky, Quite as much with us as he was with his dis-ciples when he lived upon earth. Very simple and unquestioning was Carolsfaith. It almost seemed as though his clear eves C? if saw and understood things not revealed to theknowledge of the wise and learned. And truly, A pure heart penetrateth heaven. An old-fashioned child some called him, thisgentle, thoughtful little one, whose poor friendsloved him so dearly. Old-fashioned ! Perhapsso ; but very sweet and endearing, very lovable. Within the fragile frame of the little child ofCloverlea Rectory dwelt a pure and generousspirit, a heart filled with love and goodwill to-wards all the world. It seemed as though someangel hand directed his footsteps, some angel voicewhispered heavenly messages in his willing ear. An old-fashioned child ! But his little presencebrought joy and gladness to many a humble heartand made all the brightness of one quiet countryhome.. 1 The balmy, flower-scented summers evening was pleasant. rilAPTEK IX. THE T W 0 F K I E N D S . There is no light in earth or heaven But the cold light of the stars ;And the first watch of the night is given To the red planet, Mars. HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW. IT Avas nearlv dark, as dark as a cloudless sum- V mers night may be. The church clock at Clover-lea had just chimed the half hour after eight; thebusv rooks who had been making such a fuss all c/ through the long, sultry, sunny day had ceasedtheir chatter and gone to roost in the rectoryelms. From the narrow latticed windows of the rectory house glimmered soft lamplight. 89 90 THE LITTLE LAME LORD. The rector of Cloverlea and Bytbesea sat inthe roomy, creeper-covered porch, an open bookupon his knees. Mr. Southesk was not even at-tempting to read, it was too dark to distinguishthe letter-press. But the balmy, flower-scentedsummers evening was pleasant, and he was wellcontent
