Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1830-1846, 1832-04-05

not forgive you'll will not bless you
you shall have none Of my money. All
these bags are mine. Keep away,
keep away-dont touch them--you are
too near' Il wish only, sir replied
Margaret, to hear you say that you for
give me, and that you will give me your
blessing NO, no, you do not want to
have words-forgiveness and blessing
are only words-you do not want them.
You want my money. i'll forgive you
and bless you | must give you money,
which | will not do. No-no-no.'-
Margaret in an agony and fearless grief,
knelt down near the bedside and pray
ed aloud. Her father looked, or en-
deavored to look stern'y and forbid
dinghy at her, but his sight failed him,
and he heard her voice but saw her not.
He was restless and angry for while,
and then he resumed his amusement OF
grasping and endeavoring to count the
bags that were about him on his pillow
He again grew impatient, and called
Margaret by name. Then she rose from
her kneellng position and went close to
the bedside aud took her father by the
hand and said, Il am delighted, sir, to
hear you call me by that name. You
will speak kindly to me? When the usu-
rer felt the pressure of his daughters
hand, and perceived that she was very
near to him, he suddenly snatched his
hand away from her grasp and said, 60
|-go-you want to rob me- Il came,
SIR re- plied the daughter, 'at your call.
'And | called you, said he, that you
might cease the annoyance of your
prayers 'Oh, sir my heart bleeds to
hear you speak thus. How long will you
resist the impression Of humanity and
good feelingl The world is departing
from YOU yes, feel it is said the
usurer; 'but | will cleave to it till the vc-
ry last. I will not part with my money.
1t is all mne-mine-mine own.' Sure
ly said Margaret, lowly and family in
kind of soliloquy, 'his senses fail him
This cannot be the language of intention
and reason 'But it is, said he, 1T is the
languagc of reason, know what say.
have never been deceived by words,
through the course ofmy life. Twill not
be deceived by words now that / am draw
ing nigh unto DEATH Tears came at
length to the relief of the afflicted daugh-
ter, and she withdrew from the bedside
and sat little distance, watching the ebb
Of life. Her praye were now silent,but
not the less fervent for their silence
The minutes passed painfully, and Mar
garet sat absorbed in thought, in momen-
tary expectation that the pulse of life
would stand still. Scarcely did she dare
to speak or even breathe. For more
than two hours the afflicted daughter sat
watching the hard breathing and convul-
sive emotion other dying father. There
was now no hope of any relenting, or of
any expression of kindness, for the lacul-
ties were going. Consciousness was
passing away and the world was reced-
ing. Margaret looked so earnestly and
so intcntly, that her own faculty of obser-
walton was benumbed; and though her
eyes were directed to her father, they
were as tho they looked only on vacan-
'cy. From this reverie she was awaken
cd by slight exclamation from the nurse
who hastily cried out, "He's gone"-I
Margaret started up and rushed toward
the bed. Life was extinct. The hands
were clenched, grasping the bags of gold;
and his death was as his life had been,
in the midst Of unenjoyed wealth.