The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1843-09-05


"T'hen, I thought that had entered niuchi
and since that tine, have not known ono day. one
single day ofhappiness the few rays of sunlight in
my youth had disappeared foreveri
"Maurce," continued she wrote every three
months to my mother. His letters cherished
like the visits of friend She read them 10 u.s. and
then gave them to Andrew; and he, when he saw
me sad and thoughtful, took from his secretary
what he called his munitions of reserve" and we
read over again together, dear e,,crs, Good An
drew!
an year passed away thus, during which my
father whose health was "A Iittlo lre-estabished,
tried all expedienis TO create resources either by
some undertaking, or by endeavoring TO obtain
situation. lie exhausted all his means but nothing
was gained, he fell back into dependency, into dcs
pair.
ellis pride revolted at the thought of being be-
holden 10 a stTanger for tho support of his family.
That was very natural And yet, with what delicacy
did Andrew endeavor to render the weight of obga
ton less irksome.
''Sometimes cloth dealer who owed him money
had paid him in goods, and the garments of my faith
err were renewed Another time an old debt which
no did not expect, had been paid. With this money,
said he, which had fallen from the clouds, he hoped
to be permitted TO offer to my mother and myself,
articles of woman's gear.
''lIe carried our work TO Geneva, and il was no
who brought us the money; he gave 1t TO us in my
fatherspresence that he nigh think that the produce
Of our labor supplied our household wants. For my
mother and 7, Andrew was provdencel
''Every letter from Maurice announced an improve
N, in bis cnpdition For eorne time he had hear
able to do without the assistance of Andrew. The
last letter that we received from him gave uforma
ton that he about TO 60 to Constantinope, where
great advantages were assured him.
"The Sultan had sent to Rome for skful painters,
10 execute under his direction, historical views,
destined to ornament his palaces Maurice was so
fortunate to be Of the articles designated by
the director of the school Of painting at Rome.
:" 'In two years, said he, in closing his letter. I
shall be, If not rich, at least enabled to follow my pro
fession, without having to my generous ben
efactor.
"'Wel said Andrew. rubbing his hands, the
brave boy is now in the saddle will answer by
return Of post My father said nothing. Our wish
and our prayers followed the poor exile across the
sec!
.'Sx months passed away. Not word from Mau
rice. We were distressed with anxiety. Tho fam
lily Of the herdsman had let Mornex TO live at Vevay
Andrew enquired OF them, they had heard nothing.
Maurice knew no one but those worthy people and
ourselves. No news! no news!
"My father returning one nigh, from Geneva,
announced that vessel, with passengers from Italy,
had been totally lost with all on board, nearly in
sight Of Constannope. The date Of this catastrophe
4 ~ -. = IF Tho o0a nf
His silence, it was that Of the tomb. Ian
he not told me, ,chen shall hare ceased 10 think Of
you, / shall hare ceased 10 lire,
"The days that succeeded were ages of torture
felt the fever Of uncertainty, Of expectations the
dizziness which an unusual noise occasions; hoped
against hope. Oh! how much suffered! j:
seemed 20 me that had never loved Maurice till
them that experienced the violence ofthe sentiment
that bound me to him, the value Of the prize that
had lost; was frantic with grief My mother and
Andrew wept with me for our lost one; but we were
obliged to hide regrets in my fathers presence
The deep melancholy into which he
was plunged made my mother fear that he medtated
some project against his own life-she nearly los
her reason; but the impershabIe love that she
bore her husband survived through all
Poor mother, SO beautiful sti-so patient so sorey
tried
some night when my father appeared more cast
down than usual, 'PhP, said the generous Andrew,
Since the death of our good old mother, have lived
alone in my house, like sentinel in his sentry box
II is very lonely! why should we not live together
What do you cay, my brother' am one
Of the family
',rhat is say answered my father, briefly, 'tha
You will take us out Of charity, to your home.'
"'Tor charity-good God! that word, Phillip, is
like a cannon shot across my body He went away
| closing the door after him with violence.
''The next morning, Andrew and I, seated at thu
bottom Of the garden, on bank where no one coult
SEQ us, were recalling the scene orthe night before
the sad position of my parents . And ate
this melancholy outpourug Of our hearts, Andrew
| said to me, in sorrowfu voice, .. Marry
I me, poor dear child, for the love of them! .,.,
| When by good contract, my property belongs t(
you, your naughty faher your haughty father, vi!
not'bush to dwell in his daughters house. I
will not be the charity of Andrew. Oh! what I
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