Democratic Sentinel, Volume 16, Number 13, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 15 April 1892 — THE EASTER SERVICE. [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

THE EASTER SERVICE.

SAW a little saint JH on Easter Day; Ilk She sat quite near m e all the servbjl icc through; haII She heard each word n| the preacher 111 had to say. And left a scent of violets in the a. pew., What need to pray to storied saint, I ijf of stone That from the XJi niches high look poldly down,

When here beside me In the'pew alone There kneels a modern saint in tailor gown? I thought of golden harps and angels’ wings E’en while I watched her downcast face so fair. And as she turned I marked. ’rqong other things. In what a charming way she wore her hair. * Once, as the anthem sang, her eyes met mine, The organ murmuring in a cadence sad; And while my soul answered the theme divine. I noticed what a pretty hand she had. The preacher spoke, with words that would inspire, Of heaven and hope—of Satan and of sin; To listen one could sit and never tire— There was a stunning-dimple in her chin! But when at homo they asked me of the text, I stumbled—stammered something about Paul; “* • And, somehow,, nothing could I think of next, For this—ah, me!—was all I could recall: A scent of* violets and a little glove; A pair of eyes with lashes brown and long; Two lips that seemed .not made for prayer, but love; And a sweet voice that sounded like a song. Was she an angel sent for Easter Day To bring to heaven the earthly, thoughts of men? Yet she looked human. Well, I dare not saY; But, to make sure, nt go to church again. —Kate Masterson, in Judge.