The Alamo Star (San Antonio, Tex.), Vol. 1, No. 20, Ed. 1 Saturday, August 26, 1854 Page: 1 of 4
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SAN ANTONIO, TEXAS, AUGUST 26, 1854.
NO. 20.
while under the great willow on the ba
and watched the little waves so
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Jas. P. NEWCÜMB ¿Rom't J. LAMBERT. ¡ busily dancing along—and he wondered why :
Office on Solidad Street. they were always in such a hurry. But the j
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THE IDLE ARU ALWAYS UNHAPPV*
looking at the snitt current a little longer,
Robert picked up some little twigs, and stand-
ing on the bridge, amused himself by throwing
tiiem into the brook, and seeing how quickly
th *y would corne through on the other side.-
"Oh dear mc!" sighed little Robert Blake, as
he leaned his head against the window and
looked out—"I am tired of playing arid tired
T* an<^ * Cau 1 ü* au>'lhiil2 c^e to But he was soon tired of this ¡«port, and resting
with both arms on the rail, and crossing his 1
"Whil if yon should try working a littler j , he k,aiu,a listlessly over and gazed at the
*aid his sifter Mars', who sat at the other win- I . . , _ . . •
- ' sinning yrooa. •
dow, bufMly se wing. "i dare say the men j ne was a roused from hi* dreams by the sound j
^ould like much to have you rane up the ha), mi,rry voices coming towards him, and look- ;
#rul~~ . , . / : ing up, he saw Susan Brown, the daughter of
"Oh, I a in t going to work in vacation 1 01 i'a neighbor, coming towards the brook, with a
*«r':\\v -.father told me that ii I dian t u ant to, greal p;u-j,(,r upon her head while her sifter j
1 needn't do a singh- thing except amuse my- j Liy/y nm challering and laughing as if j
self, am] 1 don't mean to*. ¡ she happy
-Yes; but at the.same time he told you that j ,.Why> what a al p¡{cher Susyo> said |
you would find yourself very much mistaken.* Rohf.l(; it not verv. heavy 1"
if you thought you c ould-be happy to be idle #,Qh no. j t{on t mind ¡t whcn lbe weather is J
and he said be shouid be suppt iscii ii>ouuid pjeasant# So saying she merily dipped the
i,or come and a,k for something to do before | pjlchcr inU> tfco brook> aml whenlt was filled
the vacation was our. ; she again raised it toward her head, but Robert
"Well, I don't care, 1 know it is plea*anter i ^ ,
.0 play than to work, whatever you may say to I "''l Yu„ b#d beUt.r ,rt me carry „
the contrary."
"Jáo it is for a little while; but you see your-
self how soon you get tired of it.''
"Well I shall get rested soon."
'•Yes, to work ai haying a little would rest
you nicely"
'1 tell you I won't work in vacation, so you
needn't say any more about it;*'and seizing his
hat, Robert ran out the house. First he to^k
his ball and threw it against the wait a few
times, but pretty soon the ball went over the
••bed and Robert was "too tired," as he said to
himself, to go to get it. So he sat down in
the swing, but he had no one to swing him, and
it was too mtich work to swing himself; so he
took his kite, and as there was a fine wind, it
*oon rose ta the full length of th* string. But
ftobert found that it made his arm ache to hold
<m la ike stick, so hi wound it up, and sat
down on the steps to consider what be should
do next.
tt was a very beautiful Summer day—and as
Robert looked around he saw the little brook
before his father's door gliitterthg: in the sun.
a*4 it looked so merry and pleasant that lie
jumped up and ran down towards it to see if
he could not find something there with which
to «mus* hi ossein He «at dowa &>§ a Iiula* cepls.
"Well, just as you like," said Susy, laugh-
ingly*
"And I will bring another one for you, if
you wish,*' said Robert.
"Thank you, I should like it very much, for
I have got to fill the barrel for raothér, and I
will get you a pail, and you can help me if you
likel"
"Yes, I should admire it," said Robert.
With sudden animation and for half an hour
he worked steadily, carrying pails and empty-
ing them into the barrel. At the end of that
time he felt quite warm and tired, but the barrel
was full, and Susy and her mother thanked
him very much, and Mrs. Brown gave him an
apple turnover, which she had just baked,
which tasted nicer to Robert than anything he
had eaten since vacatiou commenced. After
eating this, he went home; and the same after-
noon ho told his father that he meant to hejp
him a part of every day until school commen-
ced again—"for,said he, "I find there is no
work so hard as trying to amuse myself."
- ft is common to speak Qf those whom afiirt
has jilted, as her victim. This la a |nty«
error, her real victim i the man whom sheac-
Thoughlt at Church,
! have an old fashioned way of entering
church; before the bells begin to chime, i enjoy
the quiet, brooding stillness. I love to think
of the many words of Holy cheer ¿feat have
fallen there, from heaven-missionedN^fpt, and
fold themselves, like snow-white wings, over
the weary heart of despair. I love to think of
the sinless little ones, whose pearly temple*
have here been laved at the baptismal font. (
love to think of the weak, yet strong ones, who
have tearfully tasted the consecrated cup, on
which was written, "Do this in remembrance
of me."' I love to think of those self-forgeting*
self-exiled, who, counting all things naught ibr
Gethsemane's dear sake, are treading foreigi
shores, to say to the soul fettered pagan. "Be--
hold the Lamb of «the loving hearts throbbed
side by side, while the holy^man of God pro*
nounced "the twain one." I love to think of
seraph smile of which death itself was power*
less to rob*the dead saint, over whose upturned
face, to which the sunlight lent such mocking
glow, the words, Dust, to dust," tell upon the
pained ear of love. I'love, as I sit hefe, to
list through the half-opened vestry door, to the
hymning voices of happy Sabbath scholars,
sweet as the timid chirp of morn's first peeping
bird. I love to hear their tiny feet, as they
patter down the aisle, and mark the earnest
gaze of questioning childhood. 1 love to see
the toil-hardened hand of lobor brush off*the
penitential tear. Ilove—"our minister." How
very sad he looks, to-day. Are his parishion-
ers unsympathetic 1 Does the laborer's "hire"
come tardily and grudgingly to the overtasked
faitful servant? Do censorious, dissatisfied
spirits watch and wait for his halting?
Now he rises and says; slowly, municipally.
"The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want."
Why at such sweet, ou>ji^g..wordi> do his
tears overflow t Why bis *oic#||ttch a ¿heart
quiver % Ah! there is a vacant seat in the
pastorN pew. A little goldeftiiliul, that last
Sunday gladdened our eyes like a gleam of
sunlight, lies dreamlcssly pillowed beneath the
coffin lid, gleeful eyes have lost their bright-
ness; cherry lips are wan and mute, and be-
neath her sable veil the lonely mother jftbs.
| And so the father's lip quivers, and feyr a no*
4 ment nature triumphs/ Then athwart the
gloomy cloud flashrs the bow of promise. He
wipes away the blinding tears, and wkb an
smile and upward i'
He alarme, yet wil
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Newcomb & Lambert. The Alamo Star (San Antonio, Tex.), Vol. 1, No. 20, Ed. 1 Saturday, August 26, 1854, newspaper, August 26, 1854; San Antonio, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth176987/m1/1/?rotate=90: accessed April 18, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting The Dolph Briscoe Center for American History.