Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1843-08-11
MONTPELIER, AUGUST II, Is43.

The second spring opened goOmiIy on tho
OMoores. Patrick could Just crawl from his bed
to the fire, his days being varied only by chs and
no chills His poor mother was like ON Oil tree
dying OF transportation, an unwise movement for
an old subject Rosy did her best with kind words,
hopeful suggestions, smiles and ends of songs
her tears she kept to herself. Many tear she
shed, when ther5 was no light IN the hut but that
of the smouldering log. They were all, in truth,
pinlng with inconsistencies. The Irish are often
rldicuIed or condemned, for Wanting the comlor-
table homes they have lett behind them The
Almighty knows say they, what we've come
here Tor, we were n dale better off at homeP-
This is false in wo ri but true in feeling. Their
earnest affections take possession of their memo
ries, and efiace all but that which made the happi
ness ut their birthplace, and childhood's home.-
There in perpetual freshness IRE the joys OF youth;
the associations Of song aud story are there
there, in golden light, all The bright passages of
life Its pleasant quuintancesLhip, aud sparkling
incident. And there these ministers OF suffering,
trial, superstili N, even death itself, have their root
OF sorrow plucked out, and become mnsterlng
angels messengers from another world who
ever looked back upon home, through the visu of
Time, or The wide space of distance, md saw nny
thing but light aud beauty there? Surely, then,
the poor Irish may he purdoned the Authorizations
of their til,a love.
Dame O'Alootc's widowed and sinking heart
turned TO Thomas. Many weary month had
come aud gone since any lidings had reached them
from Ireland. AT last calne ne " spaper, lOrwar-
ded by friend in Montreal. ginning an account of
the wreck OF packet that had lett Liverpool on
Il certain day, with an unusual number OF emf
grants The paper contained an imperfect list OF
the passengers, aud among them was the nnne Of
Thomas Moore 'And sure us Tommy ! said
the old woman ms look at it see its lommy's
own name and no other
But mother dear said Rosy, who could find
n liUh ~ Ipra nj tn
her mothers dulled vision, all County Cork is
full of o. Aloores, and are there not SIX Thomas
O'Noores, cousins to us, or something that way
besides our own Tommy!
'Ah, yes-but his is my own feel it to he
the very marrow of my bones-now lock- she
said, pointing the printed name, 'hs AS like
him as his own fee. Oh, Rosy, it is he and none
other-my heart is hroken Rosy, in spite of hav.
ing II weight Of sorrow, of which her mother was
ignorant, in The intervals of adjusting the old wo-
mans pillows, and administering cup Of hot,
fresh Tea, contrved TO let ray OF hope into her
dropping spirit. The day was bright, and, when
the little caOn began 10 have the air oil comfort
that neatness aud order give, even where there is
poverty and sickness Rosy proposed walking in.
~ Clifton 10 see if there was not a letter in the
post office.
THAT my own darling said her mother i,
was the night was dreaming of roasted potatoes
and that's sign of letter cInling-od blind Bar
way to the Indies. But, Rosy, DEAR where's the
money TO pay for the same?'
Is there not u shilling, mother, left the last
pound OF lea p
'AI, no. Rosy, that same went to Clifton for
the last vial OF my mixture. | would not rob you,
darling but sure letter would be better to us all
than gold There's The gold piece Dennis-God
ever bless him-gave you al l,urtIng.'
Mother, what Tor would | tell you in that dark
hour and you sick but sure ii was the gold piece
paid for fathers coffin, TO quiet his dear SOUL
could he rest easy, the thing not paid for and his
own dear child having gold in her purse !"
Its all right Rosy, love; the blessing of the
dead and living on you II there should he lel-
ter! Pat, boy, is there ue'er Il shilling at the bot
tom of your empty purse"
Ma, ma notller,' groaned Pat from the chair.
where lie sat covering over the Goals my last
shilling went 10 the pedler--bad luck to him for
the fever pills
sOi, mother DEAR interrupted Rosy, 'it's lucky
thought the same have She pulled from her
bosom shilling, suspended TO threudbare RIB
bon from which its original rose color had long
been washed Uut. Sure never thought of this
beng money-il was a l0ue token we called il. Ii
was when you and | and Dennis Went To the fair
lie bought this ribbon aud tied it round my mock
you remember, molher-lI was my seventh birth
day-li scarce know myself without it--but III
not scrupe parting with it 10 bring you the com
fort of letler-so kiss 1t for lucks sake moiher
my dear
Her mother kissed the love-token, and kissed
her good child, and poured out shower of telrs,
as she said, 'Goi AImghly's blessing rest YOU,
as does, and ever viii, for you've kept all His
laws, and crowned them all with honuring father
aud mother-so you've His word that these
black days will tighten up, and he long aud bright
10 the last, in the land that the Lord my God gv-
eth thee God speed ye, my darling!
These blessing, The very ef1uence OF well per-
formed duties, Tell, like dew drops from Heaven
on Rosy's spirit, and filed il with cheerful expec-
tation. She changed her working dress for hol-
iday suit, and, having arranged becomingly her
fine dark hair, she looked III herself with pardon.
able conplacency, for no drawing room mirror
ever reflected sweeter face than was given back
by the lltlle bit OF broken, triangular glass, by
which she tied on pretty straw hat. Rosy,
said her mother, your mourning bonnet, child |!
A Grape bonnet, OF her own iushlonlng, was the
only badge olmourning Rosy had been able 10 OBJ
tain. There's no luck under black bonnet, moth
err, dear, said Rosy, 80 this once III leave it be-
hiud-lhe weed Is on my heart all the same so
again kissing her mother, aud giving Patrick II
farewell pat Oh the shoulder, she sol forth on her
six miles walk TO the Clifton post office,
She called ul the shaDles Of The sisters of Dem
mis-, TO ask if they had any money to send for let.
lers. No, they had no money, and no expectation
OF letters. They expected their husbands from
Buffalo, IN forIn'ghl's time, and if Rosy would
wait, they would Then give her enough 10 pay for
the letters that all Ireland would send her Wait
u fortnight! thought Rosy, ms she definitely shook
her head 10 their proposition 1t was affair in
which the waiting OF thou 'andtl part of u min.
! ute could not be voluntarily broOked.
| But our readers are not yet acquainted with all
the reasons of poor Rosy's eagerness for a letter
1t was not only that she EIight know her brother.
fate, but SHE had learned, by her last despatch
from Dennis, that master Edwards health wa
rapidly declining, and Dennis sud, if The poo
young man died. God forgive him for writing
the same'-beiore Thomas sailed, he-Dennis-
should go into The ship with him. Rosy had M
doubt that the Thomas O'Moore mentioned u
mong The passengers in the wrecked ship, from
Liverpool, was really her brother Ii had saile'
sooner than Dennis anticipated, and her reason
told her that there was scarcely chance that h,
was IN her, but on that chance hung all her happ
ness. A longer interval than had before elapsed