The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1836-12-28

spoke not to complain, looked on her Ian
gushing, only daughter, with all mothers
affection, and turning her eyes towards
Maine, sighed more deeply then he had
ever heard her before. Her cheek was pale
her eye sunken, there was language in
all tins that reached the heart of Roger it
spoke Of fears that were but too well groun-
ded-of wishes but ill-concealed. Ills pride
fal,ered, for Roger had tender, and affec-
tionntc heart.
Shall we return TO Maine, said he one
evening to her, ms they were seated near n
window that looked towards the east
Shall we return to Maine; where we used
to he SO happy p
She smiled more sweetly than She had
since they crossed the Alleghanies, and with
that trusting confidence which is so beau,
fnl in woman, answered in the same words
with which she had consented to embark
with him for the west. "Do us you think
best my DEAR" hut there was something in
the accent which disclosed the secret OF
deepest wishes. Words may deceive, but
tones and looks are eloquent, and often can
we read them with certainty which pre-
cludes any possibility Of mistake. Roger
felt this. lie knew that it was best to re-
turn, and pride gave way to reason and
common sense. lie chcri6ced his property
as he had done less nationally before; and
returned with less anticipation, but more
certainly that when he left home to seek a
paradise.
saw him soon after his return and ask
ed him how he liked the West. 1t is a
good place." said he 4" for those who ask
no comforts but those which flow from plen-
ty and uneasy Incidence for those who
can afford to give up all social intercourse,
aud domestic hopes, that are worth the
name; who prefer idcness to hen@,h, wealth
to pure morality, fever aud ague to bracing
winter bu, give me-" he added with en-
phasis," the rocks, the hills, the forest, aud
even the cold seasons OF Maine, and who
wants, may have the West with all its priv
ilege--I can be content with little here fol
man wants but little, aud hud back my
children, and the health have foolishly
sacrificed, I should be perfectly happy
lie that never has lived in New England
NAV do well enough in the west but le
him that is already happy enough forcgo al
experiments!
His only remaining daughter soon fell n
victim to the disease which the western cli-
mate had fastened upon her; and her moth.
or did not long survive her. The rest Of
the family were soon restored to their usual
tone of health, by the bracing air of the
north. But Roger has never been the same
happy man since his return, that he was be-
fore his departure. His beautiful fam is
in other hands: his daughters are gone, his
wife has been snatched away, aud he can
no, but feel that he had an agency in des-
troying them. Olien have ! heard himIex
ecra,e the hour that first determined him to
emigrate and leave the quiet shore of the
lake in Oxford.
The moral would deduce fran this story
is the homely old ndage, which well suits
the words Of Shakespcar with which ] set
out, VIZ" Let well enough alone"
STRIVING T., better, of we mar what's well"
You are comfortably situated, and have
enough, with industry and economy, to ron
der, you comfortable. BE content, then,
and stay in the land Of your nativity. You
may change your place. but never can es-
cape the porid, while you i've on Garth.
The curse rests upon 1t, not here IN
Maine only, but every where. The brlars
and thorns none can escape.
What though we have IA cold frosty sea-
son now and then corn crops shortened
potatoes frostbltcn-commerce curtalled--
business dull Are these the worst, the
only evils in the world and are even these
evils only found IN the State Of Maine
shame on your murmurs Make the mind
riph, and Maine is Paradise. What
though you have to work for liyingl Pu,
that down a blessing, as Providence wisely
intended IL.
From my soul pity the man who is not
in love with the scenes around him ! whc
can turn in disgust from all the beauty
which surrounds him from the friendship:
he has formed; from all his social connex-
ions, and, sleeping or waking, be always
chasing phantoms "f hope as .bnseless as
the colors OF the rainbow; who finds nc
happiness in any thing that is not perfect
| and vet has so little common sense as no
to know, that go where he will, his standard
of perfec,ion can no where be found. ADC
stiil, how many there are whose happiness
is at the mercy of circumstances How
many whom one sharp frost before the mid
die Of September will render comple.e',
miserable .....
Where, to such are the ten thousand re
sources always open to the mind of the con
tented man I; he looks not at the thing h
has not, but at those be possesses. lii
mind is never inflated with the notions o
perfection which are Utopian. lie lives o
realities ; aud when one anticipation IS Gu
off, he has other hopes that disappoint hir
not--other pleasures left, sufficient to kee
him plessed and grateful. lie never sacr
fees his happiness to his interest, IT It b
possible that one can subsist in opposite
to the other.
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