Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1841-05-31


hath ever been covenant of promise.
The husband took the little hand OF his wife
within his own. You are the better preacher
lie said, and what is more, the better practicer.
You know that for these last three months have
gone daily forth to seek our daily bread, have OF.
fered myself as literary laborer, as n hireling
scribe, as anything md everything that might not
utterly disgrace my sacred functions, and you
know that as often us | have gone with hope, |
have returned with disappointment Neverlhe.
less, Mt thy word, will go forth once more
IF there were n fate,' said Helen, you know
that Queen Elizabeth thought that perseverance
might fnrce Fate to change her mind; but there
is something better than fate-there is Prov-
dence'
The Reverend benjamin Blythe once more
donned his rusty black coat, and once more he
brushed his beaveriess hat, and once more drew
on his weIl-mendcd gloves and once more sailed
forth in senrch OF the laborer's hire.
My dear reader, if you happen ever to have
had wife and half a dozen children who hnr
penad to have good appetites, whilst you happen
ed to have purse quite unpolluted with filthy III.
ere, and nothing i'll your possession capable OF
being transmitted either into bread or gold, you
may be just able TO guess AT the very comfortable
tono ol mind in which our poor hero sailed forth
upon his torlorn- hope expedition. What mock
cry to the poor man is the luxury of the rich!
Inc rolling equ'pnge, the eXtravagait attire, the
pnmpered menials, the luxurious dwellings, the
terlng rinkes, costly liqueurs, and a thousand
shapes OF iancful CONNECTIONS made to entice the
eye as well us appetite, I'LL these are so many
snares TO envy for the hungry
Sorely tried that A prii morning was the Rover
end Benjamin Blythe 1t seemed to him ms if ev-
erybody to whom he applied, everybody to whom
lie spoke, had got one malady, mn ossificnon OF
the heart; malady that affects the voice, the
gestures, the men, of every creature under the
infection. The Reverend Benjamin Blythe pillcd
every body that he saw, but NEST of all he liieG
himself.
In fact, the Rev. Benjamin Blythe began to
think that some curious fatality Of disease prevail
ed over every creature with whom he spoke;
some were afflicted with blindness, some with
deafness, some with dunbness some with loss of
memory, for even his former friends did not see
him when he went up to them, did not hear him
when he spoke to them, did not answer when
they heard him. did not remember when they saw
him; aud So with the upheapcd measure of fifty
several and separate disappointment i'll his heart,
with mind worn out by anxiety, and body sink
ing with fatigue and want of sustcnancr, our
poor hero turned his steps homewards.
All, home!-worl that should thrill The heart,
and il did thrill the heart OF our unfortunate hero,
when he thought of turning his steps lhitherward,
and carry ing the great burden of his dsappoint-
nlent, that load seemed more than lie could carry
there; so he made dead stop in the middle of
the street. md despair at that moment seemed to
have hound up his faculties.
Just at this unclure the large folding doors of a
lofty gloomy boxing mansion opened aud young
man, who seemed to move like harlequin, came
flying downa flight of about dozen steps, which
haaiy mode OF pera nbulation brought him quick
err than thought into juxtaposition with the Rev
ercnd Benjamin Blythe. Now it seemed that the
first impulse of locomotion would have impeed
the harleqninade to have leaped over him in the
abundance of his bodily agility, but, just as this
feat seemed to be on the poin, of accomplish
ment, the actor stopped short, and with u slight
dancing step, drew up, exclaimng, 'Ah, is that
| you? What in the name of fun are you looking
! so miserable uboui?'
The reverend gentleman tried to smile. Il
might as well ask you why you are looking so gay
] hope that you have rs solid cause for content
ment as have for gloom
Gloom how | hnte the word WHY, YOU
solemn sensible people never do any thing but
look miserable Miserable in The morning from
expectancy miserable at night from rememb
rance. Miserable one day, because it is too hot
miserable another because it is too cold. Mser-
able when you are i'll, for feal you should new.
er be WELL
There are, said Blythe, many real causes O
sorrow in this world
'And many good causes Of mirth. Why,
could laugh only at the sunshine because it seems
smiling al me, and smile from anything that car
smile, always sets me laughing. | laugh to sec
people look like so many Lord GIuns and Lady
Lackada'Scals. Why, it | only look at you,
must laugh; for you have pulled out your face
into such an enormous length, such elongatioi
of forehead and nose and chin, that---ha Ina
ha you are n perfect caricaiure of YOURSELF
hope you may never have the same cause 70
a long face
IF l have, shall look at myself in my glass
and hugh ut myself MS now do at you. How
many CruIkshanks there are in the world If hel
did hut know their own genius Such twisting
and jerking, and wnkng and stretching an'
lengthenng,a such capital caricatures.'
different people see things in different point
of view
a most profound observation that. Why, yes
you are as solid as--lead. My dear fellow, do tel
me, were you ever guilty of the sin of laughing
'Not very lately replied poor Blythe, with
sorrowiul smile.
Were You never so lucky ms to he made foo
OF, and obliged TO laugh at yourself"
4 AN afraid should not have found the jest
Nobody sees the wit of which they the sport
'Dou't they? III experiment on that some da
soon. A good thought; but suppose am de
tanning you "
no. said the poor reverend with a sigh, IN,
time is not Of much value
In fit of humility, la? But thought yol
we've in haste to see Lord Wycherly"
| The reverend shook his head.
'Ihen you have seen him?
/, No
Written TO him again? -
D Not again; did few months bnck bu
|. that is all over. heard that he was about to al,
point secretury; it was a iororn hope, but us
v ked his lordshp for the post. ! did it only be
cause would leave nothing undone, not that
S had any hope therefore had no right to be dis
5 appointed
Thcn you have not heard from his lords
i this mornings?
no.
c tMy dear fellow, congratulate you. hay
D but now left his lordshp, and he assured me tia
: he had Just despatched your appointment. NJ
8 dear fellow, wish you joy with all my heart"
;! The Reverend Benjamin Blythe clasped hi
d hands together in sucl, emotion OF joyful thank
= funess to make Mr.. Winker start. The bloc
o rushed from his heart to his face in a crimson