Constantine republican. [volume] (Constantine, Mich.) 1836-1838, 1837-07-05

exquisite little sketch, by the most gifted and pop
ular author of our country. There is an appro-
pratcness in its happy hearted cheerfalncss at the
present time, which will make its beauty felt by
all, and which, to those who know the amiable
author, will have a characteristic charm, which
they would hordly consent to share with the adj.
miring 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. NJ. sEDGwIcK.
To the Editors of the Metropolitan
GENTLEMEN 81 was a few evenings
since, at friends house, Mr.. Us. 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, last
week, the return of his bills upon bank
rapt 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 law.
yer, who by dint of talent and industry, has
earned an education, and who during the
last year, the first of his professional career,
has been in the receipt of some ten or twelve
hundred dollars. This, of course, was a We.
ny inadequate income for lady accustom-
ed to an establishment scarcely surpassed
IN luxury by any in our city.
But this mattered not to Helen or ITelen's
father. He "chose" he said "that his daugh.
tcrs should marry poor men, he had enough
for them ALL" And he was actually in
treaty for fine house for Helen, and had
decided on the amount of most liberal
portion to be settled on her when the blow
came which deprived him of the ability to
give her shilling. Circumstances added
modification to disappointment. Miss J.
had left her cat home" cards at the houses
of her friends. The wedding dresses and
the wedding presents were made. The bri.
dial veil and the wedding ring were bought,
and the wedding cake was actually in the
house. AT this crisis it was that had gone,
my face full Of coincidence, if it did any jus.
tice TO my heart, which was full of sympa-
thy, to pass the evening at her fathers. |
did not find Helen at homo but there were
several persons there, casual visitors, friends
Of the family, like myself. Apprehension,
sadness, or dismay sat on every counter.
ance. The conversation naturally turned
upon the all absorbing topic of the day.
Each one had his melancholy tale to relate,
for each one had his hopes.-One told of
one failure, and one of another-one gave
list of disasters abroad, and another pro-
duced an actual record of bankruptcies at
home. 1t was prophccied that all who had
not failed would fail.
"There is nothing left to fair" exclaim-
ed MIR. ]. striking his hands with vehement
Impotence, 'the banks have failed, and the
government has failed-every body and ev-
cry thing has failed! :" "Not every thing,
my dear father" exclaimed Helen,who Just
then entered with her lover, her face rad.
ant with an expression that indicated that
her happiness was secured from failure by
bond and mortgage, "not every thing, sir
the moon has not failed :" This happy turn
of my friend gave an impulse to my mind,
and set me to observing who and what had
not failed. | 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 echoed
my friends words, "indeed the moon has
not failed!" She, with her glorious train
of stars, was looking down sercnely on our
troubled city, bearing a message of love to
the disquieted spirit, an assurance that there
is better joy awaiting those "who have
ceased to rejoice because their wealth is
great, and because their hand has gotten
much" On my way | met friend re.
turning from the thcatre-"Did Ellen Tree
succeed?" asked. 'Did Ellen Tree ever
fail" he replied. "No-al the world may
| fail, but Ellen Tree, sweet Ellen Tree can.
not fail 7"
entered my home; my old deaf friend
Mrs. 5. was sitting alone reading so intent.
| ly, that she did not observe me. Her book
touched the fountain Of feeling. She wip.
| ed her spectacles, and once or twice laugh.
ed aloud. All, thought |, books have MOI
| failed. These exhaustless magazines Of
happiness, these silent ministers to the soul
these welcome and successful missionaries
to all parts of this civilized world, have not
and cannot fail"
AS went to my room, met our faith
full nurse, going her accustomed round &c
take last look at the sleeping children
"Kindness and fidelity in domestic service
have not failed," thought ], as looked a
their impersonation in this excellent wo
man "nor has their sweetest reward fail
ed" farther thought, when one of the lit
tie girls, her slumbers for moment broken
murmured, kissing her nurse, "oh is it you
Nanny" and then she fell into the arms
of sleep, the "sweet restorer," who never
fails to innocent healthful childhood.
Morning, and the sun, who always meets
his engagements, came, and clouds, which
in this springtime seldom fail, appeared
and poured down their nourshng stores
threate ming TO disappoint my project of
stroll TO Hoboken with party of children
who were watching the Heavens, us moth
ing else is now watched, but the none,
market. The morning passed, dime
came, and the desert and the ba5y, tn,
youngest of six, and the pet of them all
She looked as bright as Guido's Aurora, "a
she made grand entree in her brother
arms, attended by her train of sisters. A
the sight of her the clouds of care, tina
in those careful times accumulate, vanished
from her fathers brow. Her mother greet
ed her with the chorus of her favorite nur
sery song.