Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1839-12-04

ger from violence. lie seems a sailor, 100,
said be. and on a day like this. we should
not refuse the rites OF hospitality 10 the hum
blesi being who passes along the road. On
Thanksgiving day, no individual. rich or
poor, sailor or landsman, should want for a
plentiful meal. Ask him In, my son. con
Iiinued the noble-hearied farmer-'and let
the poor wayiarer take a scat at our board.
The stranger entered the parlor. and room
was made for him al the table. But his APP
pea and manner were strange, and he
seemed as ifhe was but i'll -disposed 10 requiie
his kind hosts for The hospitality he enjoyed
He did not even raise his dilapidated hat
from his head-and TO the kind enquiries
which were made Of him. he scarcely deig-
ned any reply-but as If overcome. With ia
Itigue. or agitated by contending emotions,
he threw himself into the nearest chair, and
covered his brow with his hands.
The wondering group witnessed his con.
duct in silence. Come now, my good man.
at length exclaimed Mrs Willis. in a kind,
of motherly tone. Il dare say you are tired
and hungry-lake a seat at the table and
make yourself at home. We like sailors
and would gladly do you a good turn for
the sake Of one who has long been absent.
Don't cry, Mary you should learn TO res
train your feelings
Just then old Bose, who, when the sailor
first came in sight. was disposed 10 regard
him as an enemy, appeared 10 have over
come his comba,ive propensiiies. and much
TO the surprise Of the children. seemed sud-
denly to have conceived the most lively at
iachment TO the poor ~straggler.' He wag-
ged his tail with unwonted energy, absolute
" danced around him. whined forth his
Joy in the most expressive manner, and con
iinued the pantomime by jumping into his
lap and attempting to:lick his lacel
The stranger hardly attempted TO repulse
the. affectionate animal-but gently pauing
his head, addressed him with the endearing
epiihet OF, Poor old Bose'-adding. you
have not forgotten me-
He then raised his head. took his hand
from his foiehead-removed his hat. and
brushed away the long and matted locks
which partly concealed his features. His
voice seemed to have touched o chord in the
bosoms Of persons present. which had long
ceased TO yibrale. The eyes Of Deacon
Willis and his wife were turned upon him
10 eager expectation. Mary Wardswortt
siarted-ihe rose on her cheek gave way &c
the lily-and her deep-seated and pure
love proved more quick sighted than even
parental affection. She gazed upon hin
with a look in which joyi and surprise wer.
blended-and met his glance, which beamec
with tenderness and rapture-expressing The
%fruition Of earthly enjoyment Her maiden
ly reserve was conquered by her surpris,
and Joy at beholding before her, a dear one
whom she had long mourned as forevel
lost. IL is my cousin Edward" said she
and she threw herself into his arms
The scene which followed may be imag
ined. but cannot be described-nor shall
attempt it. There was no longer any alloy
in the enjoyment Of that happy family-ant
Deacon Willis. albeit, always noted for hi
pie.y, never offered up a Thanksgivin.
prayer with greater fervency and s~incerit,
: than Oh that occasion. After dinner wa
over. Edward had a long tale TO tell 10 whicl
his auditors listened with breathless attention
Of the previous three years. Phe vessel II
which he had sailed for South America
had been suspected OF carrying on a contra
band trade-and the crew were all con
demned to the mines for life. Edward, wit
two Of bis companions, at the imminent ris|
of his life. succeeded in efecting his escap
and had worked his passage home in a yes
sci bound to Providence. Misfortune still
pursued him the vessel was wrecked O
Block Island during a heavy gale-and be
after a desperate struggle with the waves
succeeded in gaining the shore. He lost n
time in proceeding 10 Providence in a fish
,, ing craft. when he took his land lacks o.
board-and wearied, hungry, destitute {
: money and clothes. a poor shipwrecked sa
: Ior. Edward Willis at length reached hi
homo.
And you are welcome home, my boy
exclaimed his father-'and | hope you wi
never again leave u.s.
Edward looked at Mary. who blushe
like a peony.
: Il see how the Wind SETS said the worth
! Deacon-'Come hi,her Mary Wordsworth
Mary with trembling steps approache
her guardian.
J Mary said the Deacon-'We must loo
to you for security that Edward will neve
: play truant again
: He pu, her trembling hand into that
his son.
Edward has never been 10 sea since II
is now a happy and prosperous farmer-an
blessed with an affectionate wife. and thrt
: lovely children. he every year welcomes ii
approach of Noyember-and reads in III
I, Mercantile Journal. with keen qualification
the Governors Proclamation for Thank
GIVING DAY.