Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1837-04-21

w no would ever have thought Of meet
lng the lively lad of fifteen, | left twent,
years ago, Reverend pastor and the beatt
OF family?" said George, smiling aiIec
ton.
ALAS brother that is a better chang,
than your worn form and sunken cheeks
would show that you have met WITH
es, William, have seen much and sui
fered much but, tell me of my parents, nv
sisters arc they all living and well ?"
"fes-Heaven has spared them all
Our parents are in as good health as can be
expected at their advanced age Julia has
been married these twelve years and Mary
whom you left an infant is the beauty Of
the village. She is engaged to Young
lawyer and is to be married within week
Biu shall we not go over 10 our old home II
-'Esrt-gladdeii our mothers heart 10 see YOU. -
The brothers walked in happy silence to
their early home A load was removed
from the wanderers heart by the intelligence
he had learned Of his relatives; and with a
thankful and happy spirit he gained the
Threshold. They gazed through the open
door into the old fashioned parlor, and Geo.
Eliiots heart beat with pleasure and afiec-
ton, as he saw venerable pair his father
and mother, sitting at their evening meal,
and with them young and beautiful wo.
man, whom family likeness plainly showed
to be his youngest sister. They entered.
and William, fearing too suddenly TO intro.
duce his brother, merely named him as a
gentleman recently from India, friend of
George.
"A friend OF George" said old John
Elliot; then is he truly wclcome---but is
George living2 We have not heard from
him in ten years-wc have lamented him MS
dead--no II cannot be !" aud the old man
drew his hand across his eyes. and resumed
his seat
"But your son George is living aud well
Il know him to be living" said the wan
derer in a soothing voice
Mrs Elliot, who till then had remained in
silence gazing ntcntly at the stranger. now
rushed forward. That voice yes it must
bet is-my own George" and she fell
INTO the arms OF her returning son.
sarah, you are right, it IS George God
bless you my son." and the tears glistened
in the old mans eyes, as he embraced him
whom he had mourned as dead And Mary
came forward in maiden loneliness and kiss
ed the worn cheek of her stranger brother.
And, after the thousand eager questions and
Joyful Explanations OF fond affection, the
family. once more united, sat down to par
lake OF the evening repas,
SEN the ncighbors. old friends of Georges
earned the news Of his arrival, and crowd.
ed in TO see him. for he had been much be-
oved-and it was happy evening that for
he Elliots and their friends. George gave
his relatives the outline Of his adventures
since they had last heard from him-how
he had been shipwrecked on the eastern
coast Of Africa while on a trading voyage.
had been detained by the savage inhabitants
rs slave, and, after many years of toll and
misery, had effected his escape-how he
had returned TO India and collecting togeth.
er his large property, previously acquired,
had taken the first vessel for his native shore.
And now | have returned to my own dear
native village, believe me, shall never leave
t. Here hope to pass the remainder of
ny days in peace, and here to rest my ash.
IS" And the wanderer kept his word
ong and happily did he live in his native
'illage, dispensing around him the comforts
which wealth enabled him to bestow.