The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1839-12-03

first came in sight, was disposed to regard him
as an enemy, appeared to have overcome his
comhaIve propensites,an much TO the surprise
OF the children, seemed suddenly 10 have con
ceived the most lively attachment to the poor
straggler.' He wagged his tail with unwontetl
energy, absolutely danced around him, wIined
forth his Joy in the most expressive manner, and
continued the pantonlirne by jumping into his
lap nnd attempting TO lick his face !
The stranger hardly attempted to repuise
the atfectonute aninal-hut gently pHtting
his head, addressed him with the endearNg cpl
tibet OF, Poor old Bose'-adding you have not
forgotten ine.
He then raised his head, took his hand from
his iorhcad--removed his hat, and brushed a.
way the long and matted locks which partly
concealed his features. His VOICE seemed to
have touched IL chord in the bOsOlnS of persons
present, which had long ceased to Vbratc The
eyes of Deacon Willis and his wife were turned
upon him in eager expectation. Mary Wards
worm Sthred-the rose on her cheek gave place
10 The lly-and the deep seated and pure love
proved more quick sighted than even parental
attertou. She ga2ed upon him with Il took ia
which JOY and surprise were bIeEded-and met
his glaCe, which beamed with tenderness and
rapture-eX3ressing the fruon Of earthly en-
JoNnent. ilor muidenly reserve was conquered
hy her surprise and Joy at behodng before her,
n dear one whom she had long mourned as
forever lost. 1T is my cousin Edward = said
she, and she threw herself into his arms
The scene which followed may he imagined,
but cannot NOT he observation-disclosures shall attempt
it. Thero was no longer any alloy in the en-
ioyment Of that happy fjlmiIy-and Deacon
w Ills albeit, always noted for his piety, never
offered upa Thanksgiving prayer with greater
tervcncy and sincerity Ihan on that occasipn.--
After dinner was Edward had long tale to
tell, 10 which his auditors listened win breath
less attention, of the perils and suiiariugs he
had experienced during the previous three years.
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mcrca, had been suspected of carrying on Il
contraband trahe-aud the crew were all con-
denned 20 the mines for life Edward, with
two of his companions, at the imminent risk of
his life, succeeded in etiectimg his eSrape, and
had worked his passage home in u vessel bound
to Pro"u!ruce. Misfortune S, pursued him {;
the vessel was wrecked on Block Island during
heavy gae--and he, after desperate struggle
with the waves, succeeded in ginning the shore.
lie lost no Time in proceeding to Providence in
fishing craft, when he took his land tnckS on
hoard-nnd weuried, hungry, destitute of money
and clothes, poor shipwrerkcd sailor, Edward
Willis at icngrh reached his home.
And you are welcome home, my boy eX-
cluirued his futhel-'and hope YOU will never
again leave us
Edward looked ut Mary, who blushed like Il
49, SEE how the wind sits said the worthy Dea-
con--Come hither Mary Wordsworth.
Mary with trembling steps approached her
guardian.
'Alarv,' said the Deacon-'We must look TO
You lor security that Edward will never play
runnt again
He pn. her trembling hand into that Of his
son,
Edward has never been TO sen since. He is
now happy and prosperous hrmer-and bies'
sed with an affcc,ionntn wife, and three lovely
children, he every year welcomes the approach
OF Noveuber-and reads in the Mercantile Jour
nal with keen qualification the Governors Proc
Iamation for THANKSGIVING DAY.