Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1830-1846, 1834-09-11

ly she bore her sorrows. One day, as
she sat by her fathers bedside, busy
with her needle TO earn her daily bread,
she thought on former and Oh present
times. How great the contrast--how
severe her afflictons! She felt not the
loss OF wealth, she sighed not for the
smiles OF former associates but she
thought, were her sainted mother alive
to bless her, and her father in health to
comfort her, she would gladly toll for
both, and live upon riitance in this
humble abode. She looked upon her
finger, there was the plain gold ring
the only one Of all her jewels that she
had not parted with--she vowed she
would keep and cherish it through every
trial and aillctioIl--it was Georges last
gift! Where was he now? What dan
gers he must have encountered what
hardships endured; and what might he
not have to suffer before he returned, if
indeed he ever should return--she had
not heard from him in long time; and,
when he last wrote, he was ignorant OF
her fathers failure. Would he be faith
tul to his plight, in this reverse of fortune?
T, The spring-days at.last came Oh the
beautiful sun again shone forth from an.
unclouded sky, and all nature looked re-
! animated--but it was winter still in Char
lotte's heart. The gaudy bellies, once
her associates, were thronging Broad
way, with light heart and light step, but
Charlotte sat watching by her fathers
couch, where he lay sick, pale, and
emaciated, a spectacle Of human wo.--I
Charlotte, brave girl! strove by those
winning ways, which affection only can
! devise, to cheer and comfort him: lest it
should distress him, she bore without a
murmur, nay, with a smile, her sad re-
verse. Sitting by his bedside with her
pencil or needle, she would sing mer-
ry song, or tell a jocund tale, to beguile
the time. Often she would speak Of
George Gilnore-ask many questions
about the various places he must have
{ visited and tell that every hour he nigh
now be expected to return, when his
presence would bring gladness to both.
"We have not heard from George" said
she one day, when her father felt much
better and stronger, "since last spring:
:. viz SuHHhSi ooS arc SO'n'he5, WhCh hS
will return, we shall be happy then, SO
very happy, father"
"Perhaps, like the rest of our friends,
daughter" said Mr.. Alstyne, bitterly,
"he will not come near u.s." this Green
wich is cold, comiortless place, Char
lotte."
"But George never will forget us--l
cannot think he will. lwould not wrong
: him with so unkind thought"
ain prosperity friends Hattcr and smile
f in adversely they spurn and neglect
1 We have seen it, Charlotte, we have
/? felt it deeply and severely. But l have
= been sinful man."
!. 80, say not so, fatherw
r "YOu can pardon me, for you know
d the heavy load Of suffering and sorrow
n that has made me an altered man. What
O will become Of you when / am dead!"
!, Charlotte could not answer him, but
f hid her head in her lap and sobbed a.
: loud.
! "And thy fair hand" lie continued
q "has had to labor for my support, and
thy delicate frame has borne burdens;
J., never thought it would have come to this
" Had thy mother lived, it would have
h broken her heart"
G 80, my dear father, do not reproacl
a thysell--I am never so happy as wher
n working for you--never so contented a.
n when you are comlorted; say no more
for it will make me sad, very sad father
J. "Well, well, my child l think it wa
= yesterday that you brought home some
groceries, wrapped in an Old newspaper
!, is it destroyed?" "No, father, no.'
10 "Let US hear what it says Of this un
G grateful, selfish world, and that will
o change our theme"
p Charlotte with alacrity did as request
d ed; she had read of politics, Of news, 70
s reign and domestic, when her father said
ID "Now, my daughter, let US know wha
r. arrivals there are. e."-She turned to tn
- Marine head, the paper in an instal
,s dropped from her hand, as she jumpe
ut and joyously exclaimed, go, Georg
- has arrved-he is home again, we al
le py, father"
v, "Home! home!!" echoed MIR. Al
- styne, yet we have not seen him; nc
r. we are poor, miserable, neglected.
thinks not of us. ! forgive hint
H. the way Of the world. Though he ha
@. forg often us, l forgive him, Charlotte
he "And l forgive him tool" sobbe
e, Charlotte-alter short pause. He
,st first feelings were those ofboundless Joy
ie she only thought Of Georges return
vo but when her fathers words sounde
is mournfully in her ears-she considere
I'm that though he had been home sever,