Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1830-1846, 1842-11-03
l[WHoLE No. ,656.
})opuler GulrS.
From Blaekwoods Magazine.
MARGARET SUNDERLAND.
\ Story of one in Ten Thousand.

Hush, Margaret, | see il again
Poor little thing, how it Jumps. fluth'!
declare it has goneihrouSh the hedge
into the church-yard. Wat one, only
one momect, dear SISTER, and | shall
certainly catchit;' and over the church
yard stile bounded Ruse Sunderland, a.
lightly as sunbeam, or, | should rather
say, to he in keeping with the time aud
place, as lightly as mnonbeain; for
that iavorite orb of love aud ladies ndd
risen, even while the golden hue Of an
autumnal sun fingered in the sky, and
its pale, uncertain beams silycrcd the
early dGw drops which the gay auG
'lhoughlless gill shook from their ycr-
dant beds in her rapid moye,aeIts.-
But Rose cared little about disiulhirs
dew drops, or indeed amy thing else
that mtcrlered with The pursuit that oc-
cupcti' aor for the uonent. With the
eaacrness of sixteen-she had pursued II
Young wounded leyeret among the
toInbs, as ',!.pughtIcssly as if she iroll
oAly on the sweet wild thyme or humble
daisy; and when she had nearly wea-
ricd out the ,oLjsct Of her anxiety, she
saw it take shelter under the worn area
Of an ancient monument with much sat-
lslaction, convinced that now she could
secure her prize if Margaret would on
" come 10 her assistance.
Sister, sister repeated she eagerly,
come; if We do not take it, it will sure
ly become the prey of some wcazel OF
wild cub .ioA, before mornipg'
Margaret SLOWLY passed The sIle
Ono would think you were pacingto
"A funeral, said Rose, prilishly; 'ify"u
do ,EoiAIlg else, stand hera 'ai isrlisi.
aDd--now have itn exclaimed slm,
ioyousIy; ITS little heart panrs--poor
thing, wonder how ii go, injured"
p Stop, replied heI sister, 'h a I"w,
agiiatcu voice; you torgct--yct how
can you lorgct;-.who it is rests here;
who-'
/. snc placed her hand upon plain
stone pedestal, Lut slr"ng and mcre~,-
ilg emotion prevented her finishing the
sentence.
My dear Margaret, forgive me-; 1t ts
ever thus; am iutcd to be your msc-
~. am sure never lhought-
; Think now, Rose, Al ii be blt for "a
momanl; ,,hiri!: that only one lliIc year
has passed since he was with us-sIncc
, his voice, So wise aud yet so sweet, was
! the music Of our cottagc--hs kinducs~,
the oil anu money Of oui cAistencG,--.
Though the arrow bad entered lnto 'iH
soul, it lrstcred not; for mo- corruption
f was there. When he was re,Ilcd, he
rcvilcd not again; and though his hcaIt
was broken, his lastwordswcre, I.oId,
/ thy will, not mine, be done My dCar
! father she continued, shaking al the
,,.dnc moment upon her knees, and
diasping her delicate hands ia dcyout
agony, teach nc TO be lhC 'thac.'
Say me, rather, calculated the sob
bng Rose, whose grief now was ae
vivid as her cXultalion had been; say
each, Margaret, ito be like thee; you
/ are like our father. but am nothing
| anything. Oh, Margaret, can You ior-
give me; There, will let the hare
, go this very inmate; IN do'umy iiiIna
: You wish, indcedI will
do not ietit go replied Margaret
,, Sunderland, who had quickly recovered
her sell-posscssioni IT would be Ill
|, done to permit any suffering near his
I' grave,
: Alicr brief pause she rose from her
knees, and, passing her arm Though
d thor sisters, left the church-y ard III ns
moonlight solitude.
ne SilcHCc was soon DfOhcn Nv lhc
Younger, who Observed.
= Sister, / iorgot to tell you that mct
Z lady Louisa Calcrnli this morning at
" The lbrary, and she took no notice ct
d me
'.H The ban is Wpon you, and upon Us
> all, Rose replied Margaret, turning
: her pale but beautiful cuuutenancc to-
" wards her sister.
. Wouldio Gud that that were all that
: any sacrifice on my pant would pa, lho
;, debts NY poor father. ~ his honest but
II 9IId specuIalluns, incurred
T. The Calcralls IN Lincolu;--but the,
u are every where. 1 could III hn,,
/. borne u scurnlul ludt Gpu,n one of them
v. They arc hicnds uf Earnest II cath
" Mood !. ar, thpV noi -