Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1841-03-29
From The Albany Daily Aiusriiser.
THELAST BELL.

II was beautiful morning in the month of
May, 1895, | was sitting by Helen Harris, the only
girl that ever loved and believe The only girl
that ever loved me-any how, she was the only one
that ever told me so. We were sitting in The pi-
azza Of her fathers house, about quarter Of
mile from the landing place, waiting for the bell
of the steamboat 10 warn me of the moment that
was to part my love and me- 1t came to pass in
the course of my history, That in order to
muate little of this worlds gear, tint mghf be
better prepared to encounter the demands of mat
rimony was destined to the blue Chesa-
peake, and seek in The metropolitan city the where
willlal so mach desired. How many swaus have
been compelled like me TO leave home, and the
girl that they loved, in search of gold and, how
many have been disappointed But TO the piaz-
"a.
Well, we were sitting in the piazza, and talking
of our love, aud separation, &c. We were wait
ung for the unwecome sound of the steamboat
bell, and you may rely on il, we talked fast and
abbre waited our words into such sentences that
uobudy hut ourselves could understand hen.--
The frs, bell rang, and sprung to my feet, and
lrenbIed like an aspen. oh, George, wait til
the last bell 'ines' snid Helen, the big bright
tears came over her blue eyes 30 no such thing,
answered the hoarse voice of Mr.. Harris he
rose like spectre from the cellar, where he had
been packing away his cider George. never wait
for the last BELL | was of like II deer. and urri-
we'd NJ tie steamboat merely in time to 20 on board
before she was pushed off from the wharf
| My career in the search Of pelf has in de
gree been successful hut believe had moi The
old farmer Told never To wait for tie last bell,
that now should lave been as POOR as the morn
ing that farewell shivered from my lips upon
tie heart of my lovely Helen. Any person who
has lived nj Il hotel even for single day, knows
the danger of waiting for the last bell. did it
once, and lost my dinner The first stroke Of the
dinner bell since then has always found me nj the
table. For six months ! was clerk, and my new
er waiting for the last bell secured TO me the at
iecIons OF my employer, who offered me part
nershp, which accepted, and in every instance
when The hell rung, was ready.
! had almost forgotten to tell you, that Helen
| Hnrris is my wife, and size vii never REPENT the
morning | took her father at his word, aud ran
over the field 10 get To the boat in time When !
arrived nj Baltimore, called on some gentlemen
to whom had Introductory letters, and they rec
commended me- for II situation; one WAS soon OF
tered which had been refused by four yonng men
who were waiting Tor the last bell, aud which !
accepted il was the making OF me. Haste Tor
The first hell accept the first offer, and keep It I'LL
yon get better, Life is short, and he who puts
off until the last bel will as Farmer Harris pre-
diets, come ont Mt the Iiule end OF the horn
Young ladies, have a word Tor you. In the
street i've there is lady who has been seven
years in choosing partner for life. She has had
several respectable offers, hut she was waiting for
the last bell, and she is now likely 10 remain To
the last BELLE for she is turned of thirty, aud il is
more ihnn probable that she must abide her bless.
! edness for ever. Now ! beseech all OF you who
may read this sketch, whenever You may feel
disposition To i'osipo,e any thing which should he
done now, 10 remember the words ot Farmer
Harris, Never wait for the last BELL