The old man's home

Each in his hidden sphere of joy or woe, Our hermit spirits dwell and range apart; Our eyes see all around in gloom or glow-- Hues of their own, fresh borrow'd from the heart CH...

At the conclusion of the last chapter I gave the opinion that I formed of the old man from the brief conversation I myself had with him. The following incident cast, as it were,...

Very early on the following morning I proceeded on foot to the town of N----. The scenery through which I passed was rich and beautiful, but it was lost upon me at the time; for...

I have reserved for a separate chapter that part of my conversation within the walls of the Asylum, which led to a description of the closing scene of the old man's life. I was...

Oh, bliss of child-like innocence, and love Tried to old age! creative power to win, And raise new worlds, where happy fancies rove, Forgetting quite this grosser world of sin....

But, oh! most happy, should thy call, Thy welcome call, at last be given-- "Come, where thou long hast stor'd thy all! Come, see thy place prepar'd in Heaven!" CHRISTIAN YEAR.