Lancaster gazette. [volume] (Lancaster, Mass.) 1828-1830, 1829-01-20

ne cared little whether he spent the nignt
on the highest peak of Mount Washington,
or in one Of the vallies, seven or eight
thousand feet below it. There was no.
body to be anxious about him, or to count
the live long hours while he was away,
and he often boosted that his horne was
every where.
But this could not last always-for
Nash was yet but stripping, and it is not
surprising that among his wanderings, he
should find girl pretty enough to make
him think it were well for hunter to
haze a home. He told strange stories 70
Nancy, (for that was her name) of what
dreadful precipices he had scaled, what
chasms he had leaped, |what fierce and
blood -thirsty animals he had encountered,
and she istehedtill, like Desdemona, she
lost her heart.
She was the gentlest Of human beings,
and though only domestick, had heart
as tender, and a complexion as fair, as
any born gentlewoman. 1t almost over
whelmed her, to think of the hardships
poor Nash endured, while she enjoyed the
comforts of an old fashioned kitchen cor
ner, with forest of logs blazing in the
chimney, and the privilege of setting at
the table of the conscientious Puritan
family, who would have thought it sin
to make difference on earth, when the
Supreme Being made none in heaven. It
is not wonderful that when Nash proposed
marrying Nancy, and promised to run no
more " hair breadth escapes" she should
listen to him and consent to become his
lawful wife. But it was necessary he
should make another hunting excursion
before they were married-he said he
must 60 once more through his favourite
gap of the mountains, and bring back sub
sistence for the winter. 1T was in vain
that Nancy assured him that she should
want nothing Nash knew better, and af-
ter many kind embrace, set off promis-
ling to be back in very short time.
Nancy's idea Of time and his, did not
agree-weeks passed away and the winter
came on with its usual threatening aspect
lat length she heard, accidentally, that
the hunter was seen about forty miles dis
tant. The strange purpose entered her
head to go to hint was wonderful that
such timid gentle being should have
thought of such thing-but she knew
that next to herself Nash loved the chase,
and she feared that perhaps, he might
content himself with hunting bears and
wolves all winter. The family tried hard
to dissuade her from the wild scheme
but, she determined to go-and as poor
Nancy belonged to nobody, nobody had a
right to control her. She wrapped her
self in her cloak, Zone of the celebrated
red riding hoods and set off to follow her
lover through the gap. The snow was
already deep, and there was not house
for many long mile. Storm after storm
came on-the family with whom she had
lived became very anxious about her; they
said {" it was distraction in her to 60, it
was tempting of Providence, and she
must take the consequences" In the
mean time Nash was unusually successful,
and began his course homeward, laden
with riches. 1t was Just one week after
Nancy's departure that he reached the lit
tie hill before mentioned. 1t was late at
night; the whole earth was covered with
crusted snow-you might walk on the hill
tops without making any impression.
The trees were hung with icicles and
glittering in the moon light, like diamonds.
Nash assembled the little hill, when he
came into the valley through which the
Saco runs; he loved such scenes and
such evenings-he thought Of Nancy and
wished she was there-he knew he could
wrap her in his large moose skin and keep
her warm. He was not apt to be imagin-
Eative, and yet all at once he thought he
perceived his mistress standing opposite
to him and leaning her head against a
tree. He strained his eye balls to look at
the object. moonlight" said he makes
strange work of things-my head is al
ways full of her." and he looked another
way-but when he turned, she still stood
, there. He approached nearer the moon
never shone brighter, and not an object
intercepted its beams-they fell upon the
pale unearthly countenance Of the maid
en-her eyes were closed as if in sleep
he took her hand ii was cold and hard,
like marble. Weary and benumbed she
had reclined against the tree--it was
sweet to rest there and dream of her low
err! She slept and awoke no more! Her
form was slightly inclined forward, the
glttering branches bent over her, and
her winding sheet was robe Office I!
!. Such is the tradition of Nancy's Hill.
MR.. ADAMS CHARGE AGAINST THE
FEDERALISTS.
Extract from the Address of Mr.. H. G. Otis, his
Il induction into the Office of Mayor of Boston =
\ Gentlemen--I will now bespeak your
indulgence for few moments, upon a
matter which, though not directly apper-
tanning to the municipal sphere, may not,
when candidly weighed, be regarded as
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