Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1836-09-30

huh oi such exalted merit without hurtin,
her delIcacy. And she, on her part. locke,
on nm as an angel sent from heaven TO nj
Iord her relief in her pressing necessity
Alter passing an hour in an adiacent cof
fee-house, in looking over the paners oc m,
day, he FASTENED back to his own room. nd
having locked upthe manuscripts in draw
err Instantly went up TO the wretched family
Here madam, (said the good man as he
entered the apnItmenD is the purchase OF
your book, (puning twenty guineas in her
hand) and | hope the sum will content Won -
Inc unhappy woman, as may be easily
lInagined, was all JOY and thanlfulness on
the occa$ N.
49, 49,. sting sig tsaid she) OF your sue
cess J was just before you arrived, consid.
erlng how could procure sufficient sum
10 pay for the coffin of my dear babe when
It occurred to me that had a little miniature
picture OF my excellent mother, set round
with diamonds, which | have carefully pre
served as the very last resource in NV ex-
IRENE need. cannot trouble YOU again
Win my affairs. otherwise | would beg of
your service to dispose of these diamonds
which are around this little picture"
insist, madam, cried the good man. that
! must execute this commission myself
Where is the picture ~
The unhappy woman then opened small
caskei' which was by her and signing bit
lerly took out a small picture, and presented
ii 10 Mr. Allen.
"Grncious -beaveplnl exclaimed he. start
ing back) what do see'?-the IMAGE of my
dearest wife My long lost Louisa o
my heaItl 1t is-it is Lousa-say, dear
madam how tins came in yonr possession.
on mentioned just nowa mother
ny throbbng breast but my wife and my
lovely little Fanny both hada walery grave
IN their passage from Lisbon"
From Lisbon, did you say2 interrupted
the amnbe young woman) Alas, that was
the place OF my birth and at the age of
three years, was, with my dear mother,
shi2wrecked on the coast of Spain She
alas was lost forever; whilst her wretch
ed Fanny was doomed To-
Fanny did you say2 oh, tell me
what-be quick-lniorm me, madam, what
was your maiden name 2"
ALLEN. sir"
"Oh my child my child cried the en-.
raptured iather-il is, ii must be sol
;laspng her in his arms in an agony of Joy
and wonder
His happy daughter for so indeed she
was, hung on his neck in speechless trans |
1ori-while the ecstatic father continued
Say my child-how hast thou been pre-.
served 10 secret woodworking hand oil
providence The dreadful tidngs of nv
ihlpwrecked Louisa, and my liule daughter
IN infant in Capt. Osmand's ship, on the
'oast OF Spain, is an undoubted factff-is
| not"
Yes, my dearest father, answered his
g-lost child) look at these letters of my
amenled mother and these from yourselfl
o her, after your departure from Lisbon
The servant who attended me from infancy,
nd whose life was saved with mine, care.
lilly preserved these letters and this casket
Anne Williams was her name, she was
ny nurse maid, and you must well remem-
er herr
81 do do-cried the amazed father
food heaven, when did she die ?"
About six years since and it was from
Ter often heard las it was our almost con.
tant sublecD the sad catastrophe Of my dear
nother's death, and that Mr.. Robert Allen.
ny father, had lived somewhere in the West
I England
But say, my child" said this fond parent,
Who, as Shakespeare SAYS of old king GYM
cline, on discovering Imogene to be his
aughter,
"Was wild in his bcholding"
Say, my Fanny, what melancholy acct
ents have reduced thee TO this distress p
)h 10 find thee-and to find thee thus so
rm in virtue, is too much for my old heart
} bear. Who did you marry2 Oh tell
he all"
"A ship, Sir, that was going from Spain
} jamaica, carried us with Capt. Osmond,
who was happily preserved) to that Island. i
hat worthy man left me to the care of his S
ster, who was settled there; and with that |
God woman l lived to the age of seventeen, |
hen nephew of hers soon after married I
'e and with whom lived long enough to !
? the mother OF these little things YOU now /
'e around me, We wrote to you, my dear {
r, and sent the letter under cover to I
lend of my husbands in London, to for
ard it to you, but receiving no answer we '
'nclnded you were no more. Mr. Ashley i
ny husband) was no economist; he died S
lddeny, and left me greatly involved. To n
Itisfy all his creditors, reduced myself TO S
reat straits A lady who was coming to !
ngland kindly offered to bear my expen- Y
s, and promised to use her utmost endeav- "
s to find you, if living, and otherwise pro- c
de for me. Alas this dear friend died D
e week after our arrival in London, of the p
nall pox; which fatal dstemper likewise o
ught, and all my little ones. This was a c