Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1830-1846, 1843-11-23


signs OF wise aud good Providence I;
and, ~ IN ine olden tune, men were hos
pitable 10 all conors knowing hat they
sometimes entertained angels unawares,
~ may We welcome all the messengers
of Heaven whether OF good or evil import,
believing that IN the end they will leave
on us a blessing. So long as poverty
long as lis shadow darkens not over the
pure louniain of affection IN our hearts
so long as no mildew is shed from its
balelul Influences upon the snowy white
ness of the soul, it may be endured pa
iienils, nay even cheerully, and as there
are certain flowers which shun the sun.
shine but thrive and blossom only IN the
shade, SO may We find many II virtue
which prosperity called not forth, spring
ng up in our hearts beneath the gloom
of n sky OF clouds.
Yet, if poverty he an evil, surely
riches are snare. When did man ever
say 10 his avarice, "peace, thou art
filled Z" When did the still, small voice
of tenderness ever reach the ear Of him
who was deving the deep mine Tor gold !;
When was the cry OF warning ever heed
ed by him who cast his net again aud
again into the deep waters, until his
barque sinks beneath the weight Of his
useless draugh ? Yea, after year rolled
on, and found Horace Medwin still wear
ing the chains of avarice IN II foreign
/ land. Those years had not passed away
without leaving their trace upon the in
ner az well ~ upon the outward man -
| The cares which had impri nied deep
wrinkles on his brow, had destroyed
many n fresh feeling within his heart
Alas alas tho world too soon exlaioth
The dcwy freshness 9th hearts young
flowers,
We water them with tears, bur nough, availoih
They wiiher on through all life = later hours.
Horace would have spurned the idea
of being coveious. lie iancicd that HE
motives which aciua;ed him cnnob!cd
the pursuit of wealth. The sophIslry of
the passions is ever skiliul in silencing
The voice of the truthful monitor within
mans heart, aud suppressing iha, yrarn-
ing tenderness which urged him To return
TO her who had so patiently awaited him,
he tnilGd on for future which might
never come. Oh how rarely do men
learn the true enloymenis of this unstable
life Ever anticipating or procras'lna'
ting, while some, like idle children, strip
from the fair young ure Of Hope It's
\ blossoms, and then weep because they
. Al A. G,,,I A.
their whole existence in watching rhr
growth Of some centennial plant, whose
sccn,less blossoms they can never hope
To behold.
Il Absorbed in tho engrosslng cares OF
business, his mind fully occupied with
rrpos,ng IN the security of undoub'mg
| affection, Horace had led II HE of toil
but not of sorrow, during his SELF imposed
exile. The excitement of commerce,
the pleasure of success, and The ENJOY
mrnis of that scmi-civilIZed mode oi lIic
which enabled h,m 10 satisfy with Orlen-
IItnl luxury the tastes that a refined edu-
cation had engcndered, all gave n charm
to his existence. How little could he
imagine the hcart-sickncss which was
consuming the strength of her for whom
he ioiled how little did he suspect tha,
she who could have borne every mlsior-
tune in life, if she had been aided by the
presence of affection, was slowly but
surely wasting beneath the unsupported
buidcn of lonely heart. Yet tone OF
dependency in her later letters, and a
sIight hint Of her failing health, aroused
| the tenderness OF her absent lover, and
4 Horace at Icngih decided to delay no
longer his return 1t was very difficult
4 for the successful merchant to check the
! tide of fortune, as il rolled lis treasures AT
| his feet, but when his better nature had
! once been aroused, he was not to be
turned from his purpose by natives OF
interest; and, hurryi0g through the
necessary arrangements, Horace Med
win bade farewell forever To the land
where ten of the best years of his life had
heen passed. With that singular ncon
sistency so common IN human nature, the
patience with which he had borne the
serviiudc OF business, and which would
probably have enabled him to wear out
another year, had not his affections been
excited, now utterly deserted him. A
lifetime of anxiety seemed to be concen-
trated in the tedious six months which
n,ervened ere his ship touched the shores
Of his native land and when his foot
once more pressed the soil, he felt as il
he could have knelt and kissed it as holy
ground.
/, was the dull gray dawn Of morning
when Horace landed from his long i'm.
prisonment, and, impatient Of all further
delay, he hurried onward to that quarter
of the city where he expected to find
Helen. lie had informed her of his en-
Ibarkaiion, and he fancied that she would,
hcyen at that early hour, he awaiting him,
since she must have doubtless heard OF
the arrival of the ship. But when he
II reached her abode, and behcld it closed
/ as f every inmate was still buried IN
slunbcr, he was ashamed of his boyish
eagcrnesS, and turning from the door ere
! his foot had touched the ihrcshhold,
I paced The eDpiy street until such time
as he could reasonably hope to be ad-
milted. Was 1t prcsen,,,net of evil that
sent such a chill to his heart as hc turned