Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1830-1846, 1843-08-24


trouble oithe kind, which quite pSecluded !
the prorrirty of asking hrr aid.
Every morning a' breakfast, Aunt
E.oise edited the family with a wonder !
iul DIRE am, which the breakla-, bell had
interrupted, and every evening she grew
Sentimental ovei the "reminiscences which
the twilight hour awakened. II was ihrnI
that innumerable shades of former ad-
mirers arose. Same doubted they had
rarr been more than shades bui Aunt
Elo,se certainly knew best about that Il
aud who had right to deny, that Mr..
Soilh had krrlt 10 her for pity that
Colonel Green had vowed eternal adora-
ion and iha, Lawyer Lynx had la'd his
heart, his hand aud his fees, which were
nol quite fortune, nt her feet
Aunt El"ise had been--at least she
hinlcd SOD beauty and belle, IN her
day aud, 10 MAINTAIN both characters,
she rouged, wore false ringleis aud
scrlbhlrd luve-verses which she had
had habit Of leaving, by accident, be
tween The leaves oi books ~ every tre.
Gn"nted room of the house
travaganily fond OF her niece, during her
early chdhood and imae eined that she
displayed graceful enthusiasm in ex-
claiming, every now and then IN her
presence, and in that OF others "Oh You
angel child | do think she j. the sweet
est creature Come here and kiss me,
YOU beauty ~ SC. &c. But no one ever
snw Aunt Eloise taking care Of the ch,ld,
attending tn iis little wants, or doing any
thing for H. benefit. The only tangible
proof of her affection for her niece was
ia the shape of bon hons and candy.
which she was in the habit of bringing
home from her frequent walks IN fremont
street. Harriet regularly handed these
forbidden luxurIes To her mother, and
Mrs Carlton as regularly threw them in
The fire.
"lsn'i il pity to waste such nice
lhugs, moihcri Why not give them to
some poor child IN the street Z" asked til"
little girl, one day, MS she watched, with
hanging eyes, II paper full of the tempting
poison, which her mother was quietly
einpiying into the CRATE.
MIS- Carlton did not 0lsdan TO reason
with her child
"That would be rorse than wasted,
dear. 1t would be cruel to give to
another what refuse to you on accom-,
ofits nnwholesomeness
But Ilairiet had now been for n long
time out of the spnsler's bouk-as the
saying is-and this misfortune occurred
as follows:
One morning, when she was six years
old, the child came into her molEer'-
room from her auni's, where she had been
alternately peted, scoldcd, and teazed,
iIll she was weary, and, seating herself
in corner, remained Cor some time alb
sorbed in thought. She had been read
ing 10 her mother that morning, aud one
sentence, of which she had asked IN ex-
planaiion, had made deep impression
upon her. IL was this-"Gud sends
trials and troubles To strengthen and puri.
ty our hearts" She now sat IN her cor.
Der without speaking or stirring, until
her mothers voice startled her from her
Tevcrie.
"Of what are you now thinking, liar
riet
"Moiher, did God send Aunt EIoise
to strengthen and purify my heart 2"
"N hat do YOU mean, my child :"
"Why, the book says he sends trial,
for that, and sho is the greatest trial
have, you know"
The indignant maiden was jus, enter
ing the room as this dialogue began, an'
hearing her own name, she had stopped
unseen, to listen. Spcschless with rage
she returned 10 her chamber, and wa
never heard to call Harriet al angc
child again.
But we have wasted more words on IL
fair Eloise's iolles than they deserve =
Let US return To Harriet all-impoftau
composition.
The maiden lady, selfish and ndoler
rs she was, took IT into her head some
times 10 he exceedingly inquisItive, an
oflicious, too; particularly where sh
thought her literary talents could com
into play. She walked up TO Harriet
aud looked over her shoulder.
"Wha,'s this, hey ? oh story =
That's right, Harriet ; | am glad to Sc
you taking 10 literary pursuits Come
child give me the pen and | will improy
that sentence for you.
"Thank you, aunt, but don't want
improved
"Not wan, il improved there's van
typ
"Indeed, aunt, | am not vain about i
and ] would Ike To- have you help me,
81 were not to be shown as mine.
wovldu't be fair, you know, to pass o
nnoiher's as 10y own. au writing IL
prIZe."
''Ior prize So much the more rea
son that you should he assisted. There
dear, run away to your play, and WI
write it all for you. You will be sure t
win the prize.
With every word thus uttered, I!a'
riet's ewes had grown larger aud darkc'
aud at the close. she turned them, full {
sslonishment, from her aunt's face 10 h,
molher's. Reassured by the expressiu
OF me latter, she replied,
But, Aunt Eloise, that would DE
fa!,,.inud, Won know"
~ lalschond, miss ~ cried The ma