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that poured its foaming flood from rock
to pool, or glided in dark and rapid cur
rents beside messy bank and then slept
in some reservoir, the cherished haunt of
the speckled trout, that he did not famil-
iarly know, for ten miles round. The
beautiful tenant of the brook, so shy to us,
seemed to rush to his hook as if it were a
pleasure to be caught by him. We used
to call him Fisher Ames.' But this is
DEPRESSION. Old Mrs. Amos, her husband
having descended to the sweet and peace
full repose of the grave, the tear of sorrow
being exhalcd, and the time rendering
the step not improper, John Worden,
soldier of the Revolution, heat charge.
A single life was a lonely life, and the
willing citadel surrendered. The mar
riage was in 1919, she being about IS
and the bridegroom two or three years
younger. AS he still survives, Revolu-
tonary pensioner, their union continued
a quarter of IA century.
We knew her while living with her
former husband, but more intimately, for
the last fifteen years, as sold granny Wor-
den." In humble life, never aflluent, and
certainly, for the last fifty years, poor, do
you imagine she was sad-melancholy-
unhappy So far otherwise, wealth
might have sought her habitation to learn
contentment, and princes visited her cot
tage to take lessons of the true sources of
human happiness. A more cheerful per-
son we never knew. A virtuous life en-
sured her clear conscience. Temper
ance impaired health. Industry, before
age had paral yzcd the muscles, excluded
want. A placid temper and obliging dis
position secured her friends. Gardening
was her chief delight-it became pas
sion. In the rough grounds around her
log cottage at "Wordentown," ten year
ago, twas pleasure to walk and converse
with her. There was the knot-the
Haunting peony in the center, larger than
two bushel basket, surrounded by the
daflodil, the tulip, the holly-hock (mouo-
delphia polyandria,) the blue-flag, the
violet, and twenty others. Then, in the
borders, the stones carefully picked up,
and the smaller stumps dug away or cut
short, were all the qualities of the rose
common to us in the North, the red and
white in all their ancient beauty but with
out their contention. There also was
the sage, the balm, the rhyme, the mari
gold, and the tansy." On these would
tho old lady descant as if it were a theme
Of exhaustless pleasure. "Those gay
flowers" she would say, "put me in mind
ofthc fair dressed city ladies coming out
of Church"
She neither coveted satins nor madeira,
curry-sauce nor canvass backs. a cup
Of tea was her greatest luxury. She
pncd for no indulgence, she sighed for
no past pleasures. Though she would Of
ten speak of the oysters and black-fish,
the Holsters and clans, which abounded
near her youthful residence, it seemed TO
be no matter of regret that she did not
now have them, but of pleasure that she
had enjoyed them formerly. All nature,
to her seemed clad in robes of beauty.
Life, to her, from infancy to age, was
dressed in gaiety and smiles. She felt
the sunshine, but seemed insensible to the
storm. She never asked for aid, but
gratefully received what was given. Ev-
cry thing done for her was done so nicen
She was never $50 comfortable !" 80
no the pain is nothing like so severe as
it was" SO, at once, in health or sick
ness, it was lesson and pleasure to
visit her. Fortunate indeed she was, in
the weakness and dccripitude of old age,
to find nurse and friend so faithful and
considerable as Mrs. Robbins, who really
deserves the thanks of every friend Of hui
mainly for her unwcaried kindness.
But let us indulge thought or two
Eighteen-that is smaller number-yet
eighteen persons, Of her age, one being
born the day the other died, would take
us back to about our Saviour's time Four
and half such ages carry you back be-
fore enlightened Europe ever knew the
Continent of America existed What
wonderful revolutions and mighty events
have transpired in her time Aye, and
what mighty events will take place in the
coming hundred years Wisely and mer-
cifully are they hid in depths which no
human sagacity can penetrate.
In conclusion, we deduce these infe-
rences:
!. That death is not an evil. TO her
who doubts, it is to be regarded blcs-
sing.
?. Wealth, company and high life, is
not happiness.
8. Chccrfulnss, virtue and contented
mind, contribute to longthen life and rem
der old age pleasant.
4. Marriage is favorable to longevity.
1t ispropcr to add, though not public
professor of religion, Mrs. W. was be-