Incidents in the Life of a Blind Girl Mary L Day a Graduate of the Maryland

light of sun or rioon, the more may celestial light shine inn-nrd yet, to tread Earths garden-paths, forever veiled the beauty of sky or flower, is a heavy cross to bear. Tlierc are avenues of happiness which afford intense enjoyment, forever closed to the unfortunate who can not see the greatness of God in tinting the violets velvet lining, or in the delicate roseleaf s mystic loveliness-who may not gaze on his goodness in arching the heavens with the beautiful covenant bow, or in spreading the earth with a soil yielding, in unbound d luxuriance, herb, tree, fruit, and flower. Wishing the little book God-spccd, -c commend it to the consideration of the generous and sympathetic. TO THE REV. JNO. McCRON, D. D., Ia respectfully and gratefully inaoribed this BIemoir. OPTEN unto her, of whose life-history it is a transcript, hm this cherished friend proven counselIor, guide, consoler--erer prompt to lend an ear, if sorrow palled the heart, and, with words of pious cheer, to point from things that arc to the rich fruition of blessings in store for those who unmurmuringly drink the cup He hath given. God fashioned the eloquent lip to speak His praise, and the tender heart to feel for the woes of humankind-ever may it be, as now, thy holy office to portray, in burning words, His omnipotence who reipeth from everlasting to everlasting, yet of whom we are told, Like as n father pitieth hia children, so the Lord pitieth them that fear him. This feeble tribute is affections prompting, and with it bears earnest petitions that the life which has heretofore been a bright and shining light, may continue to grow brighter and still brighter, till it be lost in the effulgence of glory, radiwang from the throne of the Most High. IN THE I OF A BLIND GIRL. CHAPTER I. I WILL a round, unvarnished talc deliver.-S ahs nnn. THE web of our life is a mingled yarn, made 11p of good and ill t o g e t h r . - S l a . GENTLE re ader, although this mill be a sad, painful story, yet it is truthfd. I was born in Baltimore, Maryland, in the year 1836. My father was a tin-smith by trade, and a. t the age of twenty, married Sarah Henniman, a beautiful girl of eighteen summers. She was the youngest of a large family, and so loved and caressed that her yoW, hful days passed like some fi iry dream. In her girlhood she was surrounded by many admiring suitors, among whom was Dr - G-, a vcl-y wealthy gentleman, whose offer die rejected, preferring to share the fortunes of 11iix whom she loved with a11 the warmth and ardor of her heart... --This text refers to the Paperback edition.