Bloomington herald. [volume] (Bloomington, I. T. [Iowa]) 1840-1849, 1844-07-19

8 You have married the girl, and you
must be responsible for your own wilful-
ness. For my partI care not il she ap-
plies to the parish; for shame will be up
81 your head for your rashness. Have
ypu any more to say!'
+ Yes, SIR replied Frederick this
charitable prayer. that, when you are judg
q, mayyou meet with more mercy than
fAu have meted out to your own child
iygusted at the hard-hearted man,
Fiederick departed as much IN anger AZ in
sorrow at the fruitless issue Of his inter,
view. e@ a
Some months after this, Archibald Mer-
ton was gra.i6ed at hearing that Frederick
had-saitted London, and once more pur>
sued his avoca,ions. Between Change
and lie Cof1ee-house. he filled up the day
of his existence, and increased his fortune.
There came, however, lulu in bust
ness, and he was miserable, for he requi.
red the excitement consequent upon mon.
ey making; and like gambler, becoming
desperate, he made speculation, and lost
a considerable sum.
A change came DER his golden dream,
and he was induced by some wealthy
merchants to become director in one Of
the bubble companies of the day. The
company failed; and Merton being an
opulent man, he became the mark of at
talk the rest of the board proved men of
straw. Action upon action followed, and
he was mulcted in large amount of dam
ages in every case. until the old merchant
found himself under the necessity Of be-
coming bankrupt to save himself from
prison, and he did find one who struck
friendly docket. He obtained his cerlifi-
cate. but he was literally a beggar. He
had no friend-not a soul on earth who
cared for him, for he had in his prosper.
ity cared for none; and he Quilted Lon
don and no one knew whittier his steps
were bent.
Twelve years had elapsed since the un-
fortunate marriage of Maria, and old Mer-
ton had received no tidings of her fate. for
Frederick was as proud as the old mer>
chant was infexible.
Awas q beautiful dsy.ia May: the bavs
were singing merrily. and filled the air
with their sweet melody. All nature sml-
led at the return Of summer.
A beautiful fair haired girl was playing
with pet lamb in meadow adjoining
handsome farm house, where the baillff
Of the lords estate resided.
A Door old man, with grey hair, bent
double with age and in6rmity, walked
slowly up to the ssile which divided the
meadow from the high road and resting
his arms upon the upper BAR regarded the
child. :,
He was no, long unobserved, and with
all the elasticity and sprigh.liness OF youth
the little creature bounded towards the
old mendcant
Poor old man. said she. you look
fa,;oued-have YOU walked far! Here SIT
on this bank and take care OF my lamo;
will you shalrb be with you presently
And away ran the joyous little creature
IN the farm house, and quickly returned
win a wooden bowl Of milk and slice OF
bread.
THANK you-.hank you. replied me
old man, and heartily devoured the wei
come meal while the little girl toyed WIN
her net: and, at last, weary and rosy win
exercise. seated herself at the beggars
feet-a beautiful picture OF lnnocense!
who laugh. your heart charity towards
the moo ? said the old man.
VIVA. do you mean,' said the ar''ess
child. -. a
why do you give me this bread and
milk! -.
because thought you were tired;
hungry and poor replied the child anu
father would be so angry if l had lei
YOU 90 on without offering you some
hing. oh! he is good and every body
loves him. and love him and my mother
better than all the world =,
and are they rich!' demanded the OLD
man.
oh! no!-rich people ride in a car
rage, and are so proud, and we nave e.e.
~ thing we want, and can always give
something away besides. Did you ever
see see any thing like Jesse! Look how sne
bu,,s me! She is SO naughty; and yet
feed her and wash her every day. Come
here. do, you little thing, and let me cuo-
die your little woolIy neck. ..o,,d
And she entwined her little ar" a'o""u
tho lambs neck, and Rugged it TO her.
Wv BLESS YOU and .hank you J! replied the
old man, returning the BOWL ana taxing
=.
up De- Don. hurry yourself. | am sure you
ora tired, replied the child ; and you
nav stop here as long as you like ano
alsen in The barn too, ifyou please
sleep cried the old man, LOOKING se If