The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1842-07-21
For the Recorder.
MRS. sTANHoPE's PROMISED LETTER.
oak,ona. 5. C., Feb 18th. IS

Oakiona, ). c.. Feb 18th. IS
MvDrAR Mn. 0LDscHooL: Though ms
years have rot yet attained to the sum Of
the pairiarch's. when he replied to the
question Of Pharaoh, yet ] can adopt
a part Of his answer. Few aud evil
have The days Of the years Of my pilgrim
age BEEN" Do not suppose that | say
this IN a repining spirit. Far from il.
With equal truth and gratitude can also
cxrlaim, " Goodness and mercy have lol
lowed me all the days Of my lifc.. II
have had sorrows, they were necessary
for me, and were not without their allevi-
atoms. Never, my dear friend, did en-
joy moro real peace Of mind, than when
after the sequesiraiion Of my husbands
estate, my dear Mary's needle, with the
lille aid my old hands could render, earn
cd Tor us competent subsistence. lie
who said Leave thy faiherless children,
] will preserve them alive; and let thy
widows trust in me-" can cause the wild.
ow's heart, even under reverscs as over,
whelming as mine then were, to sing for
JOY. II was then, my friend, when the
hollow.hcarled yolaries OF fashion, who
had swarmed around us in the bright days
Of prosperity, but were too considerate 10
deepen the gloom Of adversely by intrud-
ing on our privacy, had altogether lorsa,
ken us, that we learned 10 value the sin
certify and gle.hcartcdness of the few,
who were the friends, not Of orr fortune,
but Of ourselves.
Age may indeed have made many in,
roads upon my mental, as il has done up
on my physical constitution; but thank
heaven, old age itself finds nv affections
slll green, and wo worth the day when |
shall forget the friend Of my youth.-of
my mature age.--of my declining DAYS,
md above all, my kind sympathizing
friend 10 widowhood and poverty; for
then must be wreck. You
know well, my dear Mr.. 0ldschool, who |
hat friend is; and the sweet conscious
less Of pouring oil into the wounded DO.
ION, and throwing the bow Of hope
,hwart the evening sky Of a gloomy,
heerless, dismal day, is your reward;
eward which your generous heart prizes
bovc all price.
But excuse this long introduction. Ill
box up my pen for very different pur-
lose. Your oft-iried and well proved
ficndship emboldens me TO trouble YOU
all my perplexities, aud to ask your
ounsel in every emergency. And now,
,st YOU should think me "the sport Of ,
one new fortunes freak" | assure you
lat "my cup runneth over" Mr.. Strut
Il is kind-very kind. He doats on !
larry and the children. To be sure he !
muses. himself at my old fashioned ways, i
nd obsolete books, as he calls them, and |
onld fam divert my attention from them
} the flimsy periodicals with which he
eguiles the tedious hours. His notions
education do not chime with mine; but
trust Mary's jndicious management will il
'entually counleract the evil tendency, e
hich the modern style Of sacrificing the '
'elulto the snowy, has upon children. Il
But can almost hear You say, not
ithouI little kind Impotence, !. Pray a
Il me, Mrs. Sianhope, how | can serve b
,u." We'll sir, am growing uneasy I
ont Mr.. Struiter. Mary's apprehen- u
On; too. though she never gives utter.
&c to them, are ill-concealed, aud this T.
cites mine the more. Mr.. S. is anna &,
10, but he is idle; and his fortune and .,
. social habits may. fear, beiray him, p
J he IL aware, into isrelrisrabls errors. ri
ld!enass," as good old Mr.. Fhwackam q
I'd to say, :" is the bane Of virtue, aud Il
not always the parent Of tcani, -ineyita- ii
: produces vice. aud Of consequence, ii
sery." liasiag no taste for agriculture, {,