The Litchfield County post., 1827-01-12
PAMELA.
December, 95, 1928.
From the Aibany Argus. A SKETCH.

From the Atbany Argus.
 A SKETCH.
 '" IHe only green leafo her heart has aOithered''
 It was a night of beauty ;-The moon was riding high in Heaven, and seemed to look with watchful eyes on all the slumbering in- habitants of the world she brightned. No. thing disturbed the Loneliness of the Widows chamber, save the sweet notes of the nightin- gale at intervals, and the low c0oings of the dove. The playful breeze brought on its loaded wing the perfume ofmany sweets,and the combined fragrance of the rose and the jasmine seemed in gratitude toshover around her who had raised them into beauty, and to ask why she did not smile as she was wont to do, and come and cherish them. But the lonely widow thought not of the flowers she. loved andghad nursed so tenderly. She saw not the brilliant moon, dancing throug Aeecy clouds, and then spreading abroad it's beams unobscured. She heard not the sweet bird of evening or if she did, his sweet warblng grated harshly over her souE The complain ing note of the tender dove was all that har monized with her feelings tsoothed hertroub- led spirit without even the consciousness that she heard it That anxious mother wait ed sons return. Often had she sat hours watching for him, but tonight never before had he fingered so late, and the mother fear fully awaited the cause. She sat cOmmun- ing with her God, and endeavoring to draw from that sacred source, array of hope or con- solation. Whose feverish tread is that "Tis his !-and anxiously the widow raised the latch to look in her sons face. She did look for one moment, ,On the face once bright with smiles and the contentment of plous heart How was it changed since that once happy time! Now in feverish and brilliant excite ment it burned in radiant beauty. The motA- CT seated herselfinresigned agony. How was her beautiful boy, the pride of her years, al tered Now twas almost a raving maniac that stood as horribly erect before her.
 "Yes, I'll tell you all, mother I'll tell you how your son was damned. l was wild with cursed wine when did the hellish deed- but Pm cool now. Oh yes I'm cool noio ~ and he pressed his burning brow. "Moth- CT !'' and he spoke less wildly, ..give me your blessing 'tis my last boon:'' and he fell at her feet and threw his arms around her. The widow laid her hands on the boys head-"Harry know not what you intend, or what great crime you have committed, but oh, my son ! mothers blessing rest upon you, and her prayers be with you, whether guilty or inocent."
 The young man sprang from his knees, pressed long kiss on those hallowed lips he had edby his wiekedness -and !. fed
 Next morning there was search made for "Harry Wilson, the young .torger.-He was found drowned in the pond at the foot of his mothers garden. For the widows sake,none of the sad particulars of his crime or of his fate were noised abrUad hut all unearthly kindness was soon uunecessary--The wid owed mothers soul had reached its final glo rious home. ZAlE.
 An American Lady.-The following article from the Calcutta Government Gazette, gives some interesting particulars respecting the ve- ry praise worthy and useful services of Mrs. Judson :.-
 ''In printing my last communication there was a trinng mistake made: it should have been Mrs. not Mir. as that lady was the au- thor ofthose eloquent and forcible appeals to the Government which prepaired item by de- grees for submission of terms of peace, never expected by any who knew the hauteur, and |sinAexible pride of the Birman Court and while on this subject, the overAowings of grateful feelings, on behalf of myself and fel- low prisoners, compel me to add tribute of public thanks to that amable and humane female, who, though living at the distance of two miles from our prison without any means ofconveyance, and very feeble in health, for got her own comfort and infrmity ,and almost every day visited us, sought out and admins tered to our wants, and contributed, in every way to alleviate the burthcn of our misery. While we were all left, by the Government destitute of food, she, with an unweried per severance, obtained for us, by some means or other, constant supply. When the tattered state of our cloths evinced the extremity of our distress, she was ever ready to replenish Iour scanty wardrobe. When the unfeeling avarice of our keepers confined us insde or made our feet fast in stocks, she like minis tering angel, never ceased her applications to the Government. until she was authorised to ! communicate to us the grateful news of en-