Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1830-1846, 1834-08-14


pent Of them-tell me wherein l can
stand your friend"
'For myself, am careless replied
the man: 'but there is one who looks to.
me with eyes Of quiet and still unchang-I
ed affection, though she knows that
have brought her from home Of COM
fort, to share the fate Of an outcast and a
beggar; wished for her sake, to become
once more respectable, to leave a coun-
try where am known, and to gain cha
racter, station, wealth, to all which SHE is
so justly entitled, in oreign land; but
! have not shilling in the world p,
Here he paused, and Mr.. B. thought he
saw him weep. He drew out his pock-
ct book, and unfolded bank bill he
put it into the mans hand and said, =
Here is what hope will ease you from
your present dfliculties-it is u note for
hundred pounds The man started as
he received the paper, and said in low
subdued tone, Il will not attempt to thank
you, sir May ] ask your name and ad-
dress'' MIR. B, gave him what he re-
quested.
"Farewell, SIR" said the stranger,
'When | have expiated my faults by
life Of honesty and virtue, l will pray for
you-till then | dare not
Saying these words, he bounded over
the hedge and disappeared. Mr. b. rode
home, wondering at the occurrence; and
he has often said since, that he never
derived so much pleasure from an hun
dred pounds in his life. He related the
adventure to several of his friends; but
as they were not all endowed with the
same generosity of spirit as himself, he
was rather laughed at for his simplicity,
and in the course of few years, an in
creasing and very prosperous business
Of his mind. One day, however, about
twelve years after the adventure, he was
sitting with a few friends after dinner,
when note was put into his hands, and
the servant told him the Leith carrier
had brought a hogshead Of Claret into
the Hall He opened the note, and
found it to contain an order for an hun
dred pounds, with interest up to that
time, accompanied with the strongest ex-
preston of gratitude for the service done
to the writer long ago 1t had no date,
but informed him that he was happy
that he was respected, and that he was
admitted partner in one of the first mer-
camille houses in the city where he liv-
ed. Every year the same present was
continued, always accompanied with a
letter. Mr.. b., strange to say, made no
great effort to discover his correspondent.
The wine, as | have good reason to
know, was the finest that could be had,
for many good magnum Of it have l
drank at the hospitable table Of my
friend. At last Mr.. B. died, and the
secret of who the mysterious correspon-
dent might be, seemed in fair way of
dying with him. But my story is no:
yet done When the funeral of Mr.. B.
had reached the Grey friar's church
yard, the procession was joined by a
gentleman, who got out Of a very elegant
carriage at the door Of the church. lie
was a tall, handsome man, apparently
about forty-fve years Of age, dressed in
the deepest mourning. There was no
armorial bearings OH the panel of his
carriage, for took the trouble to exam
inc them very particularly myself lie
was totally unknown to all the family -.
and after the ceremony, during which he
appeared to be greatly affected, he went
up to the chief mourner, and said
81 hope you will excuse the intrusion
of stranger, but | could not refrain
from paying the last tribute of respect to
an excellent gentleman, who was at one
time more my benefactor than any per-
son living"
Saying this, he bowed, slept quickly
into his carriage, and disappeared
Now, this, have no doubt in my mind,
was the very individual who had so much
excited my curiosity. All l can say, is,
if he is still alive, l wish, when he dies,
he would leave me his cellar of wine,
for his judgment in that article, Pll be
bound to say, is unimpeachable and sub
lime.