The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1843-08-29
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father wished TO 60 TO Geneva The sno" wmch
had fallen the night before had frozen and its surface
was like mirror. My mother begged my father not
TO undertake the task, but he went fastened to
tell Maurice to follow him at q distance My m other
kissed mo for the happy thought
"In less than two hours Maurice returned out OF
breath. My father had fallen in the descent OF the
groa, Saeva and could not get up; and Maurlce,who
ran to his assistance, took of his great coat on which
he seated my poor father. Andrew, whom he had
appraised of before us, arrived with men and lit
ter NV mother followed them, leaning on the arm
of M nurice and with little Joseph, who in his fright
clunr to nv dress My mother with tears in her eyes
turned back Go home my chdn said shc, and as
I regarded her with suppcatng nr-'in the name
of Heaven, my dear treasured Soon, alas! perhaps
You will be all that have leftn
"Oh how long wero the hours at last tho sad cor
tege arrived We placed my father on the warm bed,
which / had prepared Doctor Condet came mme-
da,oly, having been called by Maurice, who had
sought for him Mt Geneva without stopping.
sMy father had his leg broken in two places; the
fractures were very bad ones.
"Thc anxiety and distress which his affairs caused
him retarded his Several times they feared that
no would lose limb. lie did not know his danger,
but we ...
Confinement and sickness eoured the character OF
my father He became violent and headstrong, often
hard upon his angelic wife, who avished on him the
,enderest care; but nothing could weary her devotion
and her love; and never one complaint, one single
murmur escaped her lips!
sAnd this was not all! to the distress which the
accident, to her husband cnused her, was added the
ruin Of her children. The enterprise in which my
father had invested all his fortune was destroyed by
the opposition OF the Steam Packet Ieman' on the
lake. Not only there nothing left to us, but the
signature of my father pledged for four thousand
forms.
"Andrew sold a part of his property md paid my
fathers debts;-tha as he said, tho name Of the
brave Philip Dornes should be without reproach.--
And with that nobleness of heart which inspires with
the love of doing good, And row, Madame, from that
moment, supplied all the wants of tho family.
'sThs disaster concealed from my father as
long as possible know not how my mother had
strength TO DO always calm and smiling by his side,
and to keep down the anxictes that tortured her. In
the short intervals when we coud be alone, with
Andrew, she poured out her bitter grief. For An
drew was one of ourselves from him we had
crets
'Soon, other trials joined to these.
Gone fine morning in the month Of May, my mo-
rher had rolled the bed Of tho dear invalid the
window, that he might breathe the sweet and balmy
air Of our mountains. II was Sunday; Maurice and
I, seated on grassy bank, reading in the
book, in the happy days of our childhood, sitting
close to each other; our heads almost touched, our
hands turned the same page. My father
saw us: a.
'sWhat moan these familiarities between Clara and
the boy'' demanded he severely.
t'These children have been brought up toge,her;'
said my mother in amazement. s...
"eThat has been wrong; hut this child has
bccomea young man. This intimacy should cease
said my father.
But, my husband said my mother, 'what is it
that disturbs you? They reading in book that
have allowed them; the Vicaire Savoyard, of Rous-
What hurm is there in that'
."'You must send the boy away from the house;
besides he does not please me- .
"'Oh Phlip!' cried my mother, VIII found cour-
age to plead the of the pro,ege, 'what has the
poor boy done? Has he not been always respectful
and grateful? DO you not rcmember,my husband ,NIau
rices kindness and aid at the time of your accident.
eel do not drive him away answered my father,
'but do not wish him to so often. You I'M
derstand me Louise?' ..
"When my father commanded my mother obeyed
She confidcd this new grief to Andrew, and begging
him to do what she had not the heart TO . .
Danish Maurice.
'F'or year past Maurice had been admitted into
the clnss'of painting, lie had begun to little
money; in his leisure hours he painted landscape
views of the coun try which travellers bought of him
But all that he gained no carried to the cot of the
herdsman and that was right.
"Andrew loved Maurice, because he had been
abandoned; always compassionate to the msfortunes
of another, no soothcd him as much as he could in
speaking him of the cruo orders Of my father That
the execution o. them mi ght be easy, the good An,
drew hired small room at Geneva, and there estab
lished the poor exile. recommending to him not tc
come to tho village moro than once a month"; sYou,
wants are few with what you can earn you may
support yourself Ifyou cannot, do not suffer for any
thing. shall be ready to help you. Courage, nv
boy; will como TO see you Often
''I, who knew nothing Of the orders of my father