The Sun.
London, England, 1807-12-25 00:00:00

THE DESERTED WIFE.

The fol!owing pathetic Letter, from a deserted
wife in America to a faithless husband, seems de-
serving of being more generally known; it does
honour to the' writer, who appears to hove been

worthy of a better destiny.
" MY Dune lltisaAsn—l who had expeCted
'your:'return from Ea rope with painful anxiety--
who: had counted the slow hours which parted you,
from me—think how I was shocked at bearing you
would return no more, and that' you had settled
with a Mistress in a distant State. It was for your
sake that I lamented. You went against my ear-
nest entreaties ; but it was with a desire' which I
thought Was sincere, to'provide a comfortable Main-
tenance for your little ones, Whom you said you
conk' not bear to see brought up in the evils of poi.'
yerty. I might now lament the disappointment,
in, not sharing the riches which I hear you have
amassed,l but scorn it. What are riches coMpared
to the delight of sincere atfe4tion,? I deplore the
loss of your love, I deplore the frailty which has
involved you in error, and Will, I am sure, as such
mistaken conduet twist, terminate in misery. But
1 mean nut to renion..tratts4 . It is, alas! too late !
; only write to acquaint y,slts with the health and
o.l*Mher circtunstances of mySelf and those little
olit's wllDow you once loved. The house you Lek
us in could netiosidaspported without an expence
which the little suntryowleft behind could not long
supply. I have relimituilho4-14;and have retired to
a neat little cottage, thirty miles': riii,4ii. :town. We
make no pretensions to elegance ; but-we• live in
great neatness, and, by strict economy, supply` Our
moderate wants with ,as Itipeil comfort as our
desolate situation will , allow. • Your preience,
my love, would make the little cottage a pa-
lace.---Poor , Emily, who has grown a tine girl,
has beets , working a p lir of ruffle* - fur you ;.
and as She sits, by my side, often repeats
. with a sigh, ' When will' my dear papa re.
turn r---Ilie others are constantly asking me
the same. _ questiens, and little Henry, as soon
as he began to talk, learned to lisp, in the first
syllables he ever. tittered, ' When • will papa come
hOme ?'-=-Sweet 'fellow I he is now 'sitting ott hirt
stool at my-414e, and as he Sees me drop a :war,
asks me why I weep,. fur papa will come home
soon. He and his two brotheri are IrL.quently
riding on your Walking cane, and take particular
VO.,ight its it, becae.q., it. is papa'A.—l do assure you,
I eever opea.,nalAes to ,thetn,t)ii the cause of your,
absence,. Btit,r C tUtiOt preVail,upou myself to bid,
them cease to asl:.-. when' yon %% ill return, though
the question frequently exia‘rts a tear (which I hide
:in a snuie),and wrings, nay soul, while I suffer in
'silence. I have, tits lit them to mention you with
the Kr .eateit ardoer ortalf4lion, in their morning
and eiking Piavers ; and they always add of them-
ftilves a .petitiOn fpr your speedy return.spend my
itit*.iilkyhig thew 11141ittle unit ruc.tioir I am able.
f I cannot. , Or:i to j4ce them at ruts emitient school,
anti' do ii. chtiSe.thAt they should acquire meatiness
amid Vnigarity 'ili 'a low Que. ;\s tO English, they
react lthernatOy, three , hours every morning, the
most celebrated pflet3 and prose writers ; and they
'can Writ, thongh.orat an elegant, yet, a very plain
and legible hand.-4),0 nut, my dear, imagine that
:the.employineet is. irk sine. It affords OP a sweet
eorlSaatloll in your absence. Indeed, if it were riot
far thedittle'ones, I am afraid I should tot Support
it. I think it will be a satisfattion to you .to bear,
that, by retrenching our wants and expences, we
are; enabled. to pay for eyery. thing we 'ail ) and,,.
though hoer, we are no(titiliapPy from ilk, -Want of
arty occossary.-I).:irkion 'toy interrupting you. I
inean to give you sati,t;a6tion. ",.. Though I 1114 deep) y
injured by your effort lam not resentful. I wish
you all the happiness you are capable of, and am
your once loved, and still-affdionate,

E 54114."

A waggoner; who has driven a-road waggon for
many yearti between Chichester and Loudon, M
most agree; ly surprised last week by the inform-
tiou that the late Mr, Abraham Newland, to whom
he was distantly related, had bequeathed him a
legacy of unool.
As Serjeant Young,of the Artillery, and Ms wife,
were on Saturday night going from Dover to St,
i‘largaret's, owing to, the extreme darkness, she fell
over the. C.)ti, and Hits found the next morning dead
on the beach ; and Vym, a black-
smith, on his return from Folkstone, mistook the
road, and walked over the. Ciifr. His fall was in-
terrupted by a prniecting point, on which he•rit-
mained a considerable time, and was at length
tricattd inattrial hijary.