The Middlebury people's press. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1841-1843, 1843-02-01
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In the year 1914, the late Mr.. and Mrs.
Foster, who were lost in the Rothsay Castle
steamer in 1881, were acquainted with three
sisters residing in London, two of whom
were very serious, retiring women, and the
third just as gay and volatile. They were
all elderly, which rendered the gaity of the
third less becoming, and also inclined her
the more easily to take offence at any re-
marks made upon it; she hated the piety
of her sisters, and opposed it in many petty,
spiteful ways, though they endeavored sed.
ulously to accommodate themselves to her
wishes, and to render the difference of their
opinions as little disagreeable as possible.
One night, towards the close of the year
1914. she had been out at an assembly very
late, and the next morning at breakfast was
so remarkably different from her usual man.
ner, that her sisters feared that she was ell
Their unwell, or had met with some misfor-
tune that had afflicted her deeply instead
of her usual incessant chatter about every
person she had met, every thing they wore
and had said and done, she sat silent, sullen
and absorbed the gloom upon her brow was
mixture of temper and distress, which
seemed to indicate fixed resolution formed
upon circumstances disagreeable to her, as
if she was determined to pursue her own
will, though it should lead her into trouble.
rather than pursue the course she knew to
be right, but which would reduce her to
submit to the control of another. As she
ate nothing, the sisters asked her if she was
unwell. No" What was the matter?
"Nothing." Had nothing distressed her
''She had no idea of people prying into what
did not concern them" The whole of the
morning she spent in her own room, and at
dinner the same scene as in the morning
occurred; she ate little, never spoke but TO
answer uncivilly, ard then with an appear
ance of depression and melancholy that
spread their influence very powerfully over
the cheerfulness of her companions. She
retired to rest late, and with the spirit of one
that expects from sleep neither alienation
nor refreshment.
The next morning she again scarcely ia
sted breakfast, and seemed in the same dis.
tressed, uncomfortable state as on the pre-
ceding day her sisters again renewed their
inquiries. She said, 81 am well, and moth.
ing pains me-" "Then you have some
thing on your mind why will you not tell
us do we not love you, have we not the
same earthly interest as you, and can we
seek any good but yours in our anxious wish
to share your sorrows 2" "Oh, you have
superstitions enough of your own, without
mine being added shall not tell you what
ails me; so you have no occasion to rack
your curiosities; | dare say you would think
it some spiritual triumph, but laugh at
such things am not quite old enough yet
to be the victim of dreams and Visions
ave do not believe in dreams and visions,
Anne" was replied she answered harshly,
"No, and | do not intend you SHALL" The
sisters looked at each other and remained
silent. The second day passed as the first;
Anne was gloomy and moody, and her sis
tiers, both from pity and anxiety, were un-
happy. The third morning she again enter.
ed on tie day as one who loathes the light,
who has no object in living and to whom
the lapse of time in the prospect Of futurity
brings neither comfort nor hope. As her
sisters looked on her, one of them suddenly
said, sand what was you: dream !'-"Ha!
what was it, you would give the world to
know, but shall not tell you; / thought
YOU did not believe in Dreams" "Neither
do we in general; we know them to be the
offspring of a disordered stomach, confused
images, and fancies when reason is dormant,
and the memory of them usually passes a
way as soon as we are engaged in our daily
avocations: yet there is no doubt some
dreams are no more sent in vain than any