The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1841-03-02
From The albany Daily AdoertiSer,
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1t was be autiiul morning in the IN onth of May
1895 sitting by the side of HELEN Harris, In,
only girl eyer loved, and, believe the only cir
that ever loved me--any how, she was the only
one that told me so. We were sitting IN tn,
piazza of her fathers house about quarter Of
mile from the landing place, waiting for the steau
boat to me of the moment that was to par
"my love and me-" 1t came to pass, in The cours,
of my history, that in order to accumulate n little
of this worlds gear, that might be better prepared
to encounter the demands of M alrmony, was des
tined to the blue Chosapcak, and seek in the
metropolitan city the wherewithal so much dcsir
ed. How many sw aims have been compelled like
me, to leave home and the girls they loved, in
search of gold ,and how many have been disappou
ed! But to the piazza. ....
! Well, we were sitting in the piuzzn and talk ing
of our love, separation, &c. We were waiting for
the unwelcome sound of the steamboat bell, ard
you may rely on it, talked fast, aud abbreviat-
ed our words into such rugged sentences that no.
body else could understand them. The first bell
rang, and sprung TO my feet and lrembled like an
aspen-"Oh George, wait ill the last bell rings,
said llelen as the big bright tears ovor her
blue eyes. "Do no such thing answered the
hoarse voice ofMr Harris, as he rose like spectre
his cider George, never wait for the last bell"
was off like deer, and arrived at the steam
boat merely in time TO go OF boa I'd before she was
pushed of from the wharf ...
My career in search of pslf has in a degree been
successful; but believe had the old farmer
told me ''uever wait till ,he las, bell" that now
| should have been as poor on the morning that
farewell shivered from my lips upon The heat Of
| NV Hela Anyn lo hnS live n
hotel even for single day knows the danger of
waiting for the last bell. did it and lost my
dinner. The first stroke of the dinnar~ bell sneo
has always found me the table. For six months
was clerk, and my waiting for The last bell
secured for ME The affections Of my employer, who
offered me partnership, which accepted, and in
every instance when the bell rang, was ready.
had almost forgotten to tell you that Helen
Harris is my wife, aud she will repent the
morning took her ialher at his word, d over
the field to get 10 the boat in time.-When Arrv.
ed at Baltimore, called some gentlemen, TO
whom had introductory letters and they rec
commended me for a situation; was soon offer
ed, which had been refused by four young men
who were waiting for the last bell, and which nc.
cep,ed-it was the making OF me. Haste for The
frs, beli accept The first offer, and keep it ill you
&c, better Life is short, and he who puts off un-
til the last bell, will, Farmer Harris predicts,
s.ccne out at the little end OF the horn.
! Young ladies, have word for you. In the
! street in which live, there is lady who has been
seven y ears in choosing partner for life. She
has had several respectable offers, but she was
waiting for the "last bell, " and she now likely
to remain to the last belle for she is turned ofthir
ty, and it is than probable that she may hide
her blessedness forever. Now beseech all Of you
who may read this sketch, whenever you may feel
disposition to postpone any thing which should
BIO done now, to remember the words of Farmer
| Harris, "Never wait for the last bell.