Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1842-01-03

from the open door, enjoying the scene, and ga
zing compl0cently upon the result of his days la
Dor, while his wife, iair-haired, delicate woman
in clearly dress, busted herself with careful skill
in preparing the evening meal.
This was their first year in the woods, Over n
long and weary way thew had travelled the prece-
ding winter, and here they had pitched their tent
to build goodly heritage for their children. He
had since made the old forest ring with the sound
of falling trees and her gentle song, learned in
her fathers home, made glad the heart OF one
whom she had sworn to love and obey through
life. 1t was not without many tears that she left
friends and companions for n home in the neU
too,td of the West. She parted with them as If
for ever and her womun's heart was almost bro.
ken as the word farewell fingered on her tongue.
That she should no more her fathers face nor
hear her mothers voice was sad thought; but
this was not the sum Of her grief. I here was
the trysng place OF her youthful love The hills
and yaIes which first greeted her infant eye the
venerable church in which were gathered weekly
the good and beautiful for prayer und praise and
there also were the buried dead friends whose
graves her teurs had watered Thsse were forsa-
ken and with lortilude thOughnot without sorrow
she had left them all. But when, after weeks of
journeylng through settlements, she passed what
seemed the bounds OF the civilized world, and en-
tered still farther into the wilderness, she remem-
bered the irightful tales Of savage life which had
been poured into her childish ear, and her heart
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around their way, as il expecting frightfu forms
TO nrise from every side Still she fanted not nor
faltered, nor complained Her course was taken,
and she lelt that her destiny was fixed She trtis
ted mitch TO the strong arm other companion, but
more to the stronger arm of HIM who protects a
like the GweIer OF the forest and Of the crowded
city.
AS evening came on, their frugal repas, finished,
the husband snt gazing from the doorway, half
! dreaming, half mettaing, half watching the
cracking fires; the wife came aud seated herself
| 10y his side, aud laid her hand with womnn's
| gentleness in his outstreched PALM and looking
into his iace with such look rs only deep feeling
and affection can besow. AT the twilight hour a
sense OF loneliness is most burdensone; and she
felt then how far, how very far off they were from
that busy world OF which they had once form
ed part. She spoke of home and friends, and
| by-gone days, aud aforementioned scenes which
they should see no more until even his rugged ma
| ture was moved, and felt it not unmany to wee p
Blinded with falling tears not of grief nor of pen
llence, nor OF awakened guilt but Of sweet and
melancholy membranes, she reclined her head
| upon his shoulder, and her thoughts fitted alter
nately between the past the present. and the flI-
tue. until the present and the future were lost in
the visions of her home and her youth.
When the stars were up and the night had
closed in upon them, from that humble abode n.
rose manly deel-toned voice of praise and su p.
| plication, for the pioneer was prayerful man. A
descendant of the Pilgrims, he had in him that
| 'lalIh winch was once delivered TO the saints II
is needless to speak Of The eloquence of that for.
est devotion It was n prayer for pardon of trans
grossions, thanksgiving for life, and heath, and
| many blessings; Il supplicaon for peace and PRO.
| lection, and for strength and firnness TO endure
| whatsoever of suffering or of evil remained in
store Tor them. And most assuredy far. off friends
were not then forgotten Over the whole wide
earth, and IN all lis temples made with hands,