The North-Carolina standard., 1837-07-03
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enabled to enllven the gloomy suoJeC.S VI
politics and financeto-day, with the bright
er picture of the following exquisite little,
sketch. bv the most gifted and popular
author of our country. There is an ap.
propriateness in its happy hearted cheer.
fulness at the present time, which will
make its beauty felt by all-and which,
to those who know the amiable auth
will have a characteristic charm, whSl
they would hardly consent to share with
the admiring thousands, who will perhaps
only think, when reading it, OF the author
of Hope Leslie and the Linwoods.
WHO, AND WHAT, HAS NOT
FAILED,
BY MISS C. M. sEDGEWICK.
To the Editors of the Metropolitan -
Gentlemen-I was, few evenings
since, at friends house, Mr.. is. He is
one of the severe sufferers by these disas-
trous times. Some few weeks ago he be-
lieved himself worth half million
Loss has accumulated upon loss here, and
the return of his bills upon bankrupt
house in England completed the wreck of
his fortune. At the time of his failure,
his daughter, my lovely friend Helen,
was on the point of marriage with young
lawyer, who, by dint of talent and indus.
try, has earned an education, and who
during the last year, the first of his pro-
fessional career, has been in the receipt of
some ten or twelve hundred dollars
This, of course, was very inadequate
income for lady accustomed to an es-
tablishment scarcel y surpassed in luxury
by any in our city. But mattered not
to Helen, or Helen's father. He "chose," +"
he said, "that his daug hter should marry
poor men he had enough for them all. j"
And he was actually in treaty for fine
house for Helen, and had decided on the
amount of a most liberal portion to be
settled on her, when the blow came which
deprived him of the ability to give her a
shilling. Circumstances added mortifica-
ton to disappointment Miss J. had left
her "at home" cards at the houses of her
friends-The wedding dresses and the
wedding presents were made. The bridal
veil and wreath and wedding ring were
bought and the wedding cake was actual
ly in the house.
At this crisis it was that l had gone,
my face full of coincidence, if it did any
Justice to my heart, which was full OF
sympathy, to pass the evening at her
fathers. | did not find Helen at home,
but there were several persons there,
casual visiters, friends of the family, like
myself Apprehension, sadness or dis
may sat on every countenance The con-
versation naturally turned upon the all
absorbing topic of the day. Each one
had his melancholy tale to relate, for
each one had his losses. One told of one
failure, and one of another-one gave a
list of disasters abroad, and another pro.
duced an actual record Of bankruptcies al
home. 1t was prophecicd that all who
had not failed would fail. "There is moth
ing left to fail,' exclaimed Mr.. J. striking
his hands with vehement importance
"the banks have failed, and the govern.
ment has failed-every body, and every
thing has failed!" mot every thing, my
dear father" exclaimed Helen, who Just
then entered with her lover, her face ra-
diant with an expression that indicated
that her happiness was secured from
failure by bond and mortgage, mot eve
ry thing, sir-the moon has not failed I"
This happy turn of my friend gave
an impulse to my mind, and set me to OBJ
serving who and what had not tailed-
give you the result of my observations
in the hope that it may lead others to look
beyond the shadow of this eclipse
While returning home Iechoed my friends S
words, Indeed the moon has not failed ''
She, with her glorious train Of Stars, was
looking down serenely on our troubled
city, bearing message of love to the dis
qulted spirit, an assurance that there is a
better JOY awaiting those who have ceas-
&c to rejoice because their wealth is great,
E and because their hand has gotten much.
On my way met friend returning from
the theatre did Ellen Tree succeed ?"
asked: "Dld Ellen Tree ever fail ?"
he replied. "No-al the world may
fail; but Ellen Tree, sweet Ellen Tree,
cannot fail !''
entered my home, my old deaf friend
Mrs. s., was sitting alone reading so IN
tently, that she did not observe me. Her
book touched the fountains of feeling
She wiped her spectacles, and once or
twice laughed aloud. All thought l,
books have not failed. These exhaust
less magazines of happiness, these silent
ministers to the soul, these successful vel
come missionaries to all parts Of the civil
llzed world have not, and cannot fail !!
AS l went to my room met our faith
ful nurse, going her accustomed round
to take last look of the sleeping child
rem. "Kindness and fidelity in domestic
service have not failed,"' thought l as l