Article image
Article image
Article image
Article image
Article image
Article image
Article image
Article image
Article image
This article displays in one automatically-generated column. View the full page to see article in its original form.


BY ETHEL LYNN. Lawyer Willet had made his investments With wonderful wisdom, they say, And the interests, dividends, coupons, Came in a flourishing way. A few waiting thousands off yonder, A few idle hundreds just here, No matter how heavy the pressure, “ Old Willet” had nothing to fear.

And being a just man, and honest, He paid to the Lord now and then Some tithes of the anise and cummin, And built with ink, paper, and pen, Some steeples, with weathercocks gilded, Some windows memorial gave, And when a worn pastor went under, He put up a shaft on his grave.

But never a prayer folded softly The gift in its sheltering wing, He never to Him gave the glory, Tho’ hasting an off"ring to bring. So he walked in his garden securely, Over Babylon buildcd a w'ell, Until, in the heart of his household, There echoed a funeral knell.

And May, little daughter beloved, Who seemed only lent from the sky, Wont back to the angels in vailing, Content to be lifted on high, With whisper and dying endeavor, To tell how the scar-blazoned Hand Was always held out to her father, She passed to the Beautiful Land.

There is failure, and turmoil, and ruin ! Men’s hearts full of fear lose their trust, And the beautiful structures, once gilded Go back to their fragments and dust,

Lawyer Willet is down in the tempest, His stocks, worthless, lie at his feet— The wave that enthroned him in Waystreet Ebbs back upon ruin complete.

Investments? Alas! they have vanished Save one—out of all, only one. ’Tis the soul of his daughter departed That whispers of happiness won. Like the stir of the wind in a blossom, There comes to his listening ear The voice of his child, saying softly, “ I am safe, father, darling, safe here.”

Ah ! the heart groping after its treasure Will find it, 1 know, by and by ; And the shadows around earthly ruin Grow golden, the Bide toward the sky.

This article text was automatically generated and may include errors. View the full page to see article in its original form.
Permanent link to this item

Bibliographic details

A SAFE INVESTMENT., Ashburton Guardian, Volume I, Issue 8, 14 October 1879

Word Count

A SAFE INVESTMENT. Ashburton Guardian, Volume I, Issue 8, 14 October 1879

  1. New formats

    Papers Past now contains more than just newspapers. Use these links to navigate to other kinds of materials.

  2. Hierarchy

    These links will always show you how deep you are in the collection. Click them to get a broader view of the items you're currently viewing.

  3. Search

    Enter names, places, or other keywords that you're curious about here. We'll look for them in the fulltext of millions of articles.

  4. Search

    Browsed to an interesting page? Click here to search within the item you're currently viewing, or start a new search.

  5. Search facets

    Use these buttons to limit your searches to particular dates, titles, and more.

  6. View selection

    Switch between images of the original document and text transcriptions and outlines you can cut and paste.

  7. Tools

    Print, save, zoom in and more.

  8. Explore

    If you'd rather just browse through documents, click here to find titles and issues from particular dates and geographic regions.

  9. Need more help?

    The "Help" link will show you different tips for each page on the site, so click here often as you explore the site.