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for the night, the first painful symptoms Of
that deep heart ache, which has been so pa.
thetically designated home- sickness, was ex-
perienced alike in the rudest and most SEN
sitve bosom.
'Ah, this is not like our ain land sighed
one.
This will never be Scotland TO me -
said another.
I've sair heart the night, SIR said a
third, but there's no help for it now. We
must make the best O. a bad bargain
And thus the poor emigrants complained
and consoled each other for their mutual sor.
row. None felt that deep depression Of
heart and spirit more keenly than Mrs. Har.
den; none looked forward with more eager
hope into the yelled future than her portion.
less sons.
Several days we're employed in getting the
luggage on shore. To several persons who
had called upon the strangers on their frs,
arrival, Mrs. Harden had mentioned the mir.
ror and carpet; and one wealthy Dutch mer.
chant was DESTROYS of becoming purchaser
of both articles. Mrs. Harden was delighted
with her success. Nothing could equal her
Impotence for the arrival from ship board Of
this, to her valuable portion of the cargo.
Mr.. w. Harden alternately ioked and sheer
ed at his poor sister-in-law, assuring her that
il would come time enough to make or mar
her fortune. At last it did arrive and, with
eager haste, she and her sons and Jessy COM
menced to unpack it.
DO be careful, boys. William, don't
shake the box so roughly. Jessy, give me
eave--l understand these things much bet
ter than you,' were expressions which burst
continually from Mrs. Harden's lips.
The salt water has penetrated the case,
mamma said William, lifting from it a mass
of wet tow. Il hope it has not spoiled the
mirror
Nonsense, child it could never soak
through that immense carpet
Indeed it has, mammal! The carpet is
wet through!' The boy paused--looked at
his mother--and turned very pale. Then
holding up piece of broken glass, he said:
All, aunt Jessy look at this!'
The widow gave faint cry, and sunk back
on her chair. The mirror was broken into
thousand pieces.
'lwas afraid of that Storm sighed Rob.
, ert.
t Here ends the hopes of family = said
, Mrs. Harden.
t Well, Anne, who was right!' said Mr..
, Harden. i told you it would be so. You
had better have sold it. But, like all obs,i-
nate women, you would not listen to reason
Its of no use reproaching me now said
poor Mrs. Harden. The carpet is spoiled
the mirror is broken-and we are beggars +
, Not so bad as that. MOTHER said Robert,
, Come, William, help me tie pack up these
f pieces OF glass; they may may turn to some
account
t You may throw them away said Mrs.
r Harden.
=, Il can pack them in a small box, with
some of this tow returned Robert. who
knows what they hfaK. turn to ye,?'
why, Bob, you 'a&z. as bad as your mo-
: ther,' said his uncle; "a greater simpleton,
still. Her hopes were founded upon glass
u yours are built upon fragments of the same
brittle ware, already washed by the waves
i You make light of our misfortune, SIR
e said Robert gravely. MY poor mother feels
S it severely. In pity to her say no more up.
: on the subject; and leave me to do as think
u best with the wreck of our little PROPERTY
e Such is my trust in God, that believe that
t lie is able TO turn these broken fragments,
a that you despise, to a good account
e You are good boy, Robert, though ra-
: ther credulous, and have no doubt that YOU
will soon be able to support your mother by
o your own industry. But as TO the broken
Il glass-,hout, lad the very idea of the thing
provokes mirth.'
! Robert did not listen to his uncle's las,
n speech; he was busly employed in collect
VI ing and packing into a small compass the
t. pieces of the splendid mirror, many Of which
n he knew would cut into small dressing glas-
d ses, which, if fitted into neat frames, might
sell for something. The carpet he rinsed
e well in fresh water, and, with his brothers
n assistance, hung out to dry. This latter ar
e licle was very much cut with the sharp ends
n of the broken glass, and the colors were all
ran into each other. 1t was perfectly I'M
r. saleable.'
1t My poor mother y said Robert, We
should never reckon too much upon any,
thing. Such is the end of most of our earth.
Y. y hopes