The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1843-09-05
Vol. Z. No, 6. Whole No. sls,


wards us e,.r. f, .s ,..,.
'''Philp, she answered in broken voice. 'if you
had only been happy, would not have changed our
lot for that Of queen J ~ ID s,...,..
The following night, Andrew watched by the body
of his friend; in side chamber, my mother and
wept in each others arms
My unfortunate mother drew nearer and nearer
each day 10 the grave, tho last words Of her husband
had killed hcr he whom she had 90 much loved, with
whom, one hand in his, she would havo traversed m
abyss of fro; he, so proud, preserve his daughter
from the misfortune of a lore match. 4. And
at that last hour, when there ia 40 disguise, when all
its truth, the good we'll as tho evil when niel-
genee casting is last aays, reveals secret Shousls.
hidden in the depths Of the sonl, that loving and de-
voted wife had heard mn anaihcma launched on tho
union that was her pride and happiness.
lie TO whom she had given long worship of admira-
ton and respect had descended from the high place
where her exclusive and exalted love had placed him.
The idol was broken. . . My mother had
wept for her living husband His death added not to
her grief
"Betwcen US, did word recall this sad
scene; each respected the secret of the other
She suffered for my miserics and for hers. With
out speaking ofthem, every thing was comprehended
understood She and we had one
| heart
"On the day of reposo FOR her, to Of eternal
regret. she said to me- hiding her head in my bosom;
| ANDREW, does he know it p
sob! my mother! r.r
"FIhanks-thanks--my blessed daughterr and
beam of joy shot her dying face; the memory
of Philip Dorncs remained honored in the bosom Of
| his friend. And at night; Andrew said she in
endearing voice, q leave my children TO you
they have but you TO
| "Andrew, for answer, laid his hand on his noble
| heart.
On the morning Of the goth March, 1924, there
| angel more in Heaven"
Clara distressed by these sad recollections remain
ed moments with her eyes cast upon the ground
then raising her head. she resumed:
CAT length, as I was able TO bear the
eriion, my good Andrew, self-sacr6cng ever,
wished TO take me away from the place where could
only look upon the grave he brought me
here.
"And you, Madame added she, with inexprcssi-
Bile grace, "you have been good and compassionate
| to poor Clara You know that there
are griefs without consolation, without hope"
One should have known Clara, the mournfu ex-
preston Of her smilc, the melancholy OF her appear
ance, Of her manner, other words, have idea Of
the touching poetry Of her recital Her
| voice still vibrates in my soul She is there
before my eyes. Young, loveIy-dying!
| Six weeks afterwards funeral train slowly wound
| along the mountain Of Saeva toward Mornex. On the
| bier, covered with black cloth, placed wreath
| Of white
Two men, child. dog, followed the hearse.
Farther off, was wagon loaded with furni-
| ture. t'
The next day on entering the carriage that bore
me from this abode of sadness, cast last look
Chalet of Secieron; Of the windows, surround
ed by fresh and beautiful flowers, large card was
placed, on which read: "IIousE TO LET" H.
APuN. Mr. Weed, of the Albany Evening jour
nal, alludng 10 Bishop Iluges says that landing at
! Liverpool, his trunks subjected to examination
by the custom house officers land quantity of snuff,
which some friend had provided, discovered
The Bishop obliged to pay n5out 81 duty. 'You
must pay this honor Of the Queen, SAID the officer
with official grin--"For which," quickly returned
the Bishop, 81 should like to give her majesty a
pinch -' -s" ii
AN ODD BLuNpER. About the year l756, There
was a warm controversy in the third parish in Ded-
ham to the location Of new buryns ground. The
matter long agitated at successive meetings; the
opposition violent, and the measure was finally
carried ny small majority deacon Onlon, hotWith-
standing his years and in6rmities, attended all the
meetings, and very warm in favor Of the project,
and Capt. Baker violent in the opposition. The
Rev. MIR Tyler, with his characteristic prudence,k Kept
aloof from the quarrel. He conversed freely, how
ever, with both parties, and endcayored to assuage
their bitterness by his pleasantly and good humor.-
Soon after the final vote, he met Capt Baker Good
morning, Capt Baker A 6ne day, Captain. Well,
they tell me they out voted you at last Yes, and
much good may it do 'em. They've got their new
burying ground, and the sooner they have for it
the better. But the thing is certain, IN be
buried there as long as Iiire.' This too good
bunder for the Pason keep; he steercd straight
to Deacon Onions to enjoy the joke with him. Good
morning. Deacon Onion. A fine day, Deacon Wish
II you joy for your new burying ground. You were
rather many for them at last ooh, yes, Mr. Ty-
Ter, we out generated 'em completely '--'And what
do you'think Capt. Baker says about it, Deacon!'
sOh don. 1 know; he's an awful wf, tch Why,