Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1839-03-01


less jest. Farewell
In an instant he issued from the room. and
Fastening down the steps Of the piazza
scarcely allowed me TO overtake him before
he arrived at his own apartment The mex
morning note was handed me from Nor
'faunt, stating that he had qui,tedthe country
forever FASTENED TO his lodgings, but he
had Ief them at day break, taking with him
all his baggage, and none knew his deslina-
ton. What were The feeings.of Cecilia al
this unfortunate event | never knew. She
oved Mosdauni as well as such gossamer
spirit could love. but probably soon forgot
hls loss and her folly. She Immediately
len Princeton, and few months after heard
OF her marriage with southern planter.
Fifteen years passed away, during which
time. being deeply engaged in professional
duties, heard nothing Of my early friends
One afternoon. conversng with gentleman
from England, the discourse turned upon the
popular preachers Of the day. He mention.
ed one who had for some years, he said, at.
lracted the hrgest audience in London.
One of our conntrymen too added he
educated, believe. at Princeton
Feeling vague sort of interes, in his &C.
count, asked the name of this popular
preacher.
His name is Ormsby.'
Scarcely believing my own ears, eager.
ly questioned him concerning his private
history and was told that he had taken ur
his abode in Londou. about len years since
had soon became very popular, had accept
ed valuable living in the gift of noble
man who was very much attached 10 him
and through whose means he had risen to
The highest digniiies fihe church; that he
had been married about five years TO an
American lady whom he had met with in
London, and finally, that be was living in
great spendor, as much beloved for his yir.
tues as honored for his tdlanls.
AS was on the point OF visiting England
myself obtained Ormsby's address, and
my first visit after my arrival in London
was 10 see him. He received me with the
utmost affection, and introduced me with q
smile 10 lis wife. the identical Mary Wilson.
whom had once known at Princeton. /
learned from his own lips the particulars OF
his history AGer he had been for some
time established in London, he accidentally
encountered Mary Wilson. who, with her
father, was travelling in search of that health
which a hopeless love for Mordaunt had de-
stroyed. He had by that time learned mole
Of human nature, and he could no, long have
remained blind TO Mary's partial regard. He
offered her his hand, and never bad cpsse
no, warmly attached to her when he married,
her sweetness Of temper aud tenderness had
wonhis most devoted affection. and they we're
now completely happy. veniuled to ask
about Cecilia. He smiled sadly.
She is widow. the mother oil two destitute
children said he. Her husband squandered
away her fortune. treated her with the Ut
most harshness. and finally died of iutemper-
ance, leaving hei without friend or a shil-
ling in the world She is now an inmate OF
my house. Mary sent for her as soon as she
heard OF her misforunes, and for the last two
years she and her children have been men,
beers OF my family
The next day dined with him and saw
Cecilia. Her sunken eye and pallid cheek
told melancholy tale Her spirits were en-
tirely gone. and when conlras,ed the bloom
ing appearance OF the happy Mary with the
faded aud wretched counlenance OF her once
brilliant cousin. could mol but feel that Ce-
ella had paid dearly for an nntimely jest.
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