The Willimantic Journal

Mr. Beecher And His Brother Chas.

—" My brother Charles and I were twins," said Mr. Beecher, in an evening's lecture, "or at least we would have been if he had not waited a couple of years. We were twins in everything but birth, and yet we were very unlike.' He had apparently a better head than I, and promised to make a shrewder man. If an accident happened to anybody, it was sure to be to Chas. It was Charles that broke his leg. that had a white swelling on his knee, that was blown up with gunpowder, that fell down stairs and cut a gash in his cheek, and then, as if symmetry was needed, fell down and cut the other one. He grew up and had a fine family. His eldest son was shot in the rebellion, hobbled back, and was shot again, and then went into the regular army. On the border he was surrounded by Indians, and the judgment day will have to search all over for his bones. Now, my boy went through the army, and came out with only a bruise. My brother Charles had two daughters. They went sailing on a lake in the very sight of his house, and were drowned.

Why is my brother thus dealt with, and not me? I havn't the slightest doubt but that it will all come out very plain by and by, but I cannot understand it now. It is left for me to believe blindly, implicitly in the overruling wisdom and justice of Divine Providence."