The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1840-09-29

little politician in petticoats. Who filled your
head with such noIons?
Nobody, grandpa, always was n National, and
SO was you a year ago. Who filled YOUR head
with such notions, grandpa Poor Matiy spoke
before she thought, and hung Down her head, for
she feared she had been saucy.
'Ioh hoh! The glrl has got the advantage OF
me, hasn't she eghbors?-There's good deal OF
my blood in that little one. She's Wyman all o.
yer. Easier coaxed than driven. AS Independent
as wood sawyer, hoh, hoh' General Jackson Is II
brave man, Matt, Il haveent exactly changed my
opinions, but think he is the man to take the
| reins.
Didn't he treat the Indians badly, grandpa?
| said she in hesitating tone.
! Not worse than they deserved, Mattv. They
cruel than wild beasts - Hardly any thing
is too bad for them The Major had tender spot
in his leg, where an Indian had wounded him in
the revolu tionary
Although The old man tried TO laugh it off, he
was by pleased to find that his little IA
vorte did not think as he did. Young as she was,
he knew her 10 be sllrewd and sensible, and knew
it to be in vain to bring her over by any thing but
reasoning,
During the whole political canvass, Matty re-
manned firm, and had quite party on her side in
the village high school,-Charles Gerry was a lead
er among the boys, and distinguished for his brave
ry, discretion, and quick understanding. If Matty
was puzzled about any thing she would go TO
Charles, and never failed to return to the charge
with a new fund of information, and a new stock
Of arguments.
Charles was then about eighteen, eight years OIL
der then Matty, and when he visited her GRANDPA.
tn ers, he would take her upon his knee and tell
her stories about Washington, and Hamilton, and
Adams, and Monroe, by tho hour together, while
she would look up in his face, with full earnest
gaze, her black curling hair thrown back aud her
beautiful lips just parted and her large black eye
beaming with interest ond intelligence.
There Mat, must 60 home now You must
give me one kiss for that long story. Come now
% don't 60 yet, Charley; wait till nine-l go to
bed at nine. But Charles was always positive, he
never yielded TO entrealy, bur when he had once
SAID he must go, not all Mauy's persuasion could
retain him.
Then you don't have a kiss, Charley! that was
her last argument, and no kiss would Jye get BUT
the very next time he came, Matty WIS eager to
make up: and when the stories were told, should
not wonder il Charley got more than kiss.
But the time came when Charles Gerry must go
to College, and then poor MatZwas sorrowIul in
deed Does love ever enter such young hearts?
1t is more than tell, but of this am certain
Charles Gerry babe Matty good-bv the very last
one,-and when he was gone, she was quite sad
for several days. Years rolled on, Charles Gerry
went on with his studies, and once year he spont
few weeks vacation at his Aunts Aylwin His
parents were not living Malty grew apace ir body
and mind. AS Charles Gerry approached the end
of his college course, lie made long visit to Ayl
win, but now Matty would not kiss him, did
she ask him for stories. cousin had come to live
in her grandfathers house, boy Of sixtecn and he
wac her constant companion.
'She is Beautiful thought Charles, as he gazed
upon her face for the last time he left again for
college, but little too imperious, and, young as
she is fear there is spice Of coquetry in her ma
ture. declare, detest coquette!'
sYou do, Mr.. Gerry!' cried arch voice. He
had unconsciously uttered these last words aloud.
Good by, Matty,' said he, taking his hat. 81 am
going back TO college to morrow. She turned n
way from the game of'cats cradle, which she had
been engaged IN with her cousin, and half rose up
II g advanced and held out his hand. She took it
and her voice sounded gaiiy enough she babe
him not to get into any college scrapes, but when
he had said the final good bye, he felt that his
warm pressure not entirely unreturned, and
he thought he could see stealing that
full black eye.
Il hate cats cradle, Henry exclaimed she, MS
the door closed after him. Il had rather play some
thing else. Various games were proposed, but
none of them appeared TO suit, and finally she sat
down to reading. The book which she read was
the gift of Charles Gerry, Mr.. Gerry, she now
insisted calling him.
Charles graduated in good standing, and imme-
dately commenced tho study Of divinity. He WIS.,.
tied Aylwin at considerable intervals, but his Wis
it's became fewer and fewer, and just as he was a.
bout to take orders as a clergyman, he merely pas
sed one day there making but five minutes call
at Major Wyman's. The Major was cold and for
NAL, and did not formerly invite him over Ito
cali and see him when he came TO town. The
truth was, that some of the village gossps began
to hint something about attachment between his
lovely grandchid and the young Clergyman This
the old man could not bear the thought Of Tor va
rious reasons; Charles Gerry was an EpiscoPalian.
He was very active in opposit ton to the admnstra