Rutland herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1823-1847, 1837-05-02
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Written for the Rutland Herald
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Away with your foolish trash said Esur Tay-
Tor To a servant who wsheJ him o exanino the
new novel written by Capt. Maryait. Esqr. Tuy-
Tor was man that decided in short metre in fine
he read book on the cover. Imagine to yourself
kind reader, man, YES true gentleman about ffiy
years OF agc-six feet two inches in his shoes thick
set, md dark complexion; -such is fair descrip-
ton Of Esqr. Taylor.
Bill Taylor, (or thus he was calledl was in his
YOUTH naturally, raller rude and headstrong. Ever
ready for routes and scrapos, he found congenial
spirit in the person of Edwin Byron. They both
had lost heir parents in their youth, and us the
saying is, instead of being hrough, up, they came
up alone Bill generous and open hearted
while Edwin's heart seemed cnsed in iron Mn
merous were the trains for which they were call.
ed 10 answer at the bar of justice. Bill always set
tied the same, and appeared coniented. while Ed
win vowed revenge.
AT length the time arrived when it was necesss-
ny that each should enter into some business. Bill
was determined to remain in his native town and
live on the farm left him by his father. while Ed.
win, who was pennyless, resolved to 20 TO sea-
Accordingly in the month of April, Edwin bid fare
well to his native place and in few days arrived
at - As lie was wandering on the wharves
one morning, he saw an advertisement for a mid
smpmsn. lie Immediately applied and obtained
the situation. lie then wrote a letter to his old
friend Bill Taylor, from which We extract the fol-
loWing-'This morning, dear Bill, ] set sail in the
fast sailing schooner, Rodolphus bound Tor Rio ia
neiro.-Farewei.' This was the last letter Bill
received from bis fiend Edwin.
10 a few months as Taylor was looking over
newspaper. he read the following 'Tbe Rodolpho,
bound for Rio Jeneiro, was wrecked Of 81. Saliva
dor, and it is supposed every soul perished.'
Poor Edwin r oxcai.ned Dill, i shall never see
thee again
Bill Taylor continued in Ibis former course n
bout foo, years, when he came to the conclusion
that lac mnst decide whether his life should be spent
in the path Of vice or virtue. His mind was irou-
b!ed for some time about what course to take. At
length he decided not as to his future conduct
no. that would be contrary 10 his feelings--he de
cidcd tia, le must hage ~ife--'anA' said he,
then will choose what path 10 pursue
lie raised lis window one bright Sunday morn
ing. Inc gentle breeze hardly moved tie leaves IF
a Cypress that grew before has window the birds
were pouring forth their songs 10 Him who ruieh
the changing yesr, and all nature seemed euli'en.
&C By the rays % the Cod # Day. He attention
was arrested by tao lule birds that were building
their nest near hls windoT.
Wei, we'll said he the bfutcs arc reminding
me Of my resolution. Here are TWO cresturcs,
happy 10 each Others socie,y- shame my weak
ness This ray shall determine my fate u
mu., irodge through life alone, be II 50 but vii
not give up until have made one effort Thos
saying he ben, bis course towards The church. pro-
babiy for The fret tnie IN ais whole life
The psrson commented his sermon. and siiemp-
ted TO torn tie minds of hs hearers 10 sp.nlual
ihogs bot BE faigh; well have tried to alter
The course Of tie sgn. as 10 attempt 10 tufa Bal
TIE oIs thought. from lheu ehief Object. lie cast
. sheeps-eye at every bUxoia sss 10 The eongress'