Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1830-1846, 1842-09-15
WHOLE No. 649.

sign that the blessing Of Heaven was
around them, and The protection Of His
love, who could make the Wilderness
blossom as the rose.
1t was a lovely season, the spring and
summer of 1853, and the rose-bush,
sheltered from the east winds, ana tens
ded carefully, shot up in luxuriant
growth, and put forth, what they hardly
expected the first year, a full, healthy
bud. MIS-. Firnin was highly delight
ed, but her pleasure arose more from
the Joy the rosebud gave her young
daughter, than from the flower itself
Tryphena Firmin was u child Of elev-
years, and not what would be called an
extraordinary child, for she had shown
no disposition to make rhymes, or pore
early development of her feelings was
uncommon, only instead Of being em-
ployed in the world Of poesy, which
would have made her prodigy, they
were all concentred IN affections for her
own family, which only made her very
good, active, useful little girl. Sho
was the tender nurse, as well as cheer-
ful playmate of her young brothers, tho
assistant and companion Of her mother.
and the comforter Of her father, in thoso
hours Of gloom and dlscouragement,
when the price lie had paid for liberty
of conscience seemed too heayya bur-
den for frail nature to endure.
"My dear children will be happier ia
this free country, if | am not" was II
reflection that often consoled The waver-
ing faith of Giles FirInin, Jr.
Among her puritan accomplishments.
Mrs. Firmin possessed a most enthn-
siasic zeal for the conversion of tho
heather; and her pity foT what sho
considered their lost condition, was
shown ia benevoience towards their mis-
cries, not in contempt for their isno-
rance, or denuncialions of wrath on
their wickedness. Her husbands feel
ngs, in this respect, were as arden! as
her own, and far outran the sober judy
ment of his more rigid father ; for "pIty
It's, It's true, " that zeal in doctrine does
not always insure charity in feeling or
conduct,
/ 1t takes but n short time for human
beings who need friends, to find ont
their real ones and the red people,
particularly the squaws, who often
strolled into Boston, soon found that
their most sure and kindly welcome was
at the abode of Mr.. and Mrs. Giles Fir
min, Jr One old squaw, commonly
known as The "white-haired, because
her long hair was entirely white, whito
as siIvcr-a change which an Indian
woman's hair does not commnnly eN-
hibit-uscd to visit them frequently
She said she wasthe last finer race, eye-
ry individual Of the tribe having died by
the pestilence which desolated the coun-
try around Boston few years before
the arrival of the whites. She lost her
husband five children, and seven grand
children, and then she said her hdtr
died 1t was a touching expression,
and denoted most emphatically the sor'
rows aud loneliness of her lot.
/ One fine, sunny, summer morning,
as the squaw entered the door'yard ot
her friends, which was their garden
too, she saw Mr.. Firmin, his wife, with
her infant in her arms, Tryphena, and
little Giles, boy of some five or six
years old, laughing talking, weeping and
congratulaiing over their rose-bush. -
The bud had opened fair and fresh, as
a flower ever bloomed in their loved
garden on the banks Of tho Whham.
One must have seen aud felt The con-
trast between that old home aud tho
place where they now dwcIt, to have
understood the feelings of the eSilcs.
The tears, which flowed fast over tho
mild face of Mr. Firmin, did not appear
to check its smiles. She looked like u
summer morning when the dcws only
serve to mako the sunbcnms mnro
bright. Perhaps her joy was more for tho
pleasure which the rose evidently gave
her husband, than from any other feel
ing. lie was man Of refinement oC
taste, in comparison with his brethren,
who, il must be confessed were 10 gen
cral much more remarkable for faith
than fine sentiments aud he had been
censurcd, by somo of them, for the AT
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