Rutland herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1823-1847, 1841-03-25

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Wsth ssrofitv, that s5osld oalumnsie Mt. Wink
lst with istiis
Lori wychofly dipped The pen in the iuk bot, like
al ubc, s'cced articles. II would rather break than
bend. Not single mark would d make. though u
was real patent, toTurihcrng ibe domination OF MIR
Nntlsf so Tie important Office Of the peers secretary
lie DIPPED again. but The obsinaey OF the animal
iu,tnci4ic. II migh, be bad omcn Lord Nyoher-
had once belonged 90 = sensible goose, and N which
wisiiom mis hi therefore &c hereditary.
Lof3 " yCbcrly again ffowned upon himself In the
glass and bot upon himself only, bsi servant who
had hccn bowling to his ordshiPs back three minutes
and a half without vcniuung TO make himself further
audible Visible, bot who now, rendering card, pre-
sua.cd to utter ,hc word Waits, IN the very ghost Of
sounds.
Show h,m up, sad my lord and the Reverend Ben
Januu Blythe was shown up.
Tho Rcveferd benjamin Blythe afterwards
could tell how he had got up those stone steps, or
that lofty hall, along those Corridors wheth-
he walked in the antpodean fashion, OF only man
sged the journey IN the ordinary way. But there he
DID stand, In the presence of the peer at all events.
Something Ike perception OF dark frowning brow
bent upon hun, and of gances taking the measure OF
his poverty stricken earb, did flicker across the con-
fined whif at the poor genemans brain, but his eyes
too fu Of tears to see distinctly. In husky
voice, almost nsrtcua,e with emotion, he tried to
speak DO, the words came not irppingy. Your lord
ships goodness-my eratude-untrlng exetiion-de-
voting all my abilities
Nv dear reader, II you were ever In an O'Connel-
lIed state, that is in agitation, and the person TO
whom you were utterng the words which you could
neither organize nor control, listened TO you like a
snow figure or an embodied east wind and waited till
you had done, would you not think him very polite
Thus polite was Lord Wychery. Our poor he 70
had broken down, and had listened to silence for full
minute and half before his lordship replied, and then
the cold words like the utterance Of statue il statues
ever speak came cutingy TO the Of the Reverend
benjamin Blythe
Il am at loss to understand you sir. Have the
goodness 10 explain
My name is Blythe, my lord Poor Blythe ,hot
that would explain everything
His lordship bowed.
Three months ago took the liberty OF soliciting to
be appointed your ordshp's secretary
His lordship bowed again.
Which your lordship has been pleased to honor me
with
Hare l. .irr
And am come, my lord, to offer you gratitude |
beyond all expression. II your lordship could know
could feel and here again poor Blythe broke down.
Lord Wycherv gathered up his majesty and said, |
am at loss, sir whether mistake something less
has procured me the honor of this interview
Suffer me to assure you that do not in the least
derstand YOU
The Reverend Benjamin Blythe staggered at these
words; they had all the force of blow he gasped
for breath The peer read all the marks of dissimua
ton in his discontinue.
Su idenly our hero remembered Mr. Winklers note
the thought revived him. lie presented it. That,
my lord will explain all
The peer took it, opened il, read it. His GOODNESS
was gone in a moment the storm burst, the tempest
ragged, the red blood rushed into his face, fireworks
scattered themselves from his eyes, thunder doomed
from his tongue.
Take back your miserable jest-your contemplate
and suiting the action to the word, Lord
Wycheriy threw the open paper in his face, and wav
ing him away, said, There is the door, sir
Our hero, perfectly sickening with amazement and
apprehension caught the paper in his grasp, and read
the words that had thus had the power convert the
frozen mountain into volcano. lie read the words,
and our readers may do the same
An April Fool
We say tina, the Reverend BENJAMIN Blythe read
those words, and their effect was magical The veil
was torn from his eyes. He saw at once that he was
The victim OF a miserable JEST the medium Of a heart
less insult and, dashed in moment from the eminence
Of his prosperity found himself again beggar and his
wife and children starving. Miserable man. he at
tempted to staggcr out of the lordy presence, but fam
inc and misery had done their office, and he fell
less at the feet of that said noble lord.
When consciousness returned to the Reverend Ben
larnln Blythe he found himself lying a sofa he had
been bled his bound up, and he surround
ed by several domestics of Lord Wycherys establish
ment.
Lord Wycherly retired into the an,echamber and
beckoned the doctor, who had been hastily summoned,
to follow him.
And you think him -
Yes, my lord, and not slightly
And his complaint
Starvation
Poor Blythe remembered what had passed-his fac
uliies gathered themselves together agan-he stsgger
ed to his feet endsavored to grasp his beaveress hat
and his out gloves, and to oier forth into the
wide and ptess word again.
Lord Wychery approached
My lord, said Blythe, in accents almost inarcu-
late through weakness and agiiaon-' my lord, it
never my intention 10 approach you with INSULT
myself deceived. did it innocently. will go
Not yet, said Lord Wycherly, and he nodded his
attendants to leave the room.
And now, Mr.. Blythe, il you are well enough 10
converse for five minutes
Certainly, my lord gasped poor Blythe.
Nay, obliee me by sitting, and will do the same
and now swallow this glass of wine ii may help
move your isin,ness.'
The generous wine flowed through Blythe's very
heart and he partially rallied.
My Lord, thank you-I wish you could believe
that never intended 10 insult you. In all the unhap-
piuess Of my disappointment, the worst sting u.s. that
NV sacred profession should bear the odiun of offer
ing wanton afront.'
Il believe you, Mr.. Blythe, and sure you will
be able 10 explain
And Blythe attempted to do so. He hurried over
the history Of that dayits dark psge-the buffetng
the scorn the GOODNESS, the acknowledgements
ment upon disappointment, despair upon despair hope
lessness upon hopelessness until he had met with