The Cadiz sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 184?-1851, 1844-05-02
cADIz, HARRISON COUNTY, OHIO. MAY ., 1914

huuO uiiIldpP1' Du's pun Sili, auuON ShS
cannot realize the change we mnst undergo. She
has no idea ofpoverty butin the abstract she has
only read of itin poetry, where it is allied to
love. She feels as yet no privation; she suffers
no loss of accustomed convcniences nor elegan-
ces. When we come practically TO experience
lis sordid cares, its paltry wants, its petty humil-
will be the real trial.
But said |, NOW that you have got over the
5everest task, that of breaking it to her the soon
er you let the world into the secret the better
The disclosure may be Notifying; but then it is
a single misery, and soon over; whereas you 9TH
erwise suffer it in anticipation, every hour in the
day. 1t is not poverty so much as pretence, that
harasses a ruined man--the struggle between
proud mind and an empty purse--the keeping up
a hallow show that must soon come to an end.
Have the courage TO appear poor, and you disarm
poverty ofits sharpest sting On this point |
found Leslie perfectly prepared. He had no
false pride himself, and as to his wife, she was
only anxious to conform to their altered fortunes.
Some days afterwards, he called upon me in the
evening. He had disposed ofhis dwelling house,
and taken small cottage in the country, a few
miles from town. He had been busted all day
in sending out furniture. The new establish
ment required few articles, and those of the sim
pest kind. All the splendid furniture of his late
residence had been sold, excepting his wife's
harp. That, he said, was too closely associated
with the idea of herself; it belongs TO the little
story of their loves for some of the sweetest mo-
ments of their courtship where those when he had
leaned over that instrument, and listen to the
melting tones other voice. could not but smile
at this instance of romantic gallantry in doatng
husband.
He was now going out to the cottage where his
wife had been all day, experimenting its arrange
mcnt. My feelings had become strongly inter-
ested in the progress of this family story, and as
it was fine evening, | offered TO accompany
him.
He was wearied with the fatigues of the day
and as we walked out fell into fit of gloomy
musing.
Poor Maryn at length broke with heavy sigh
from his lips.
'And what of her. asked I, 'has anything hap
poned to her?
What, said he, darting an impatient glance
{ is it nothing 10 be reduced to this paltry situa
tion-- to be Gagged in a miserable cottage--to be
obliged to toll almost in the menial concerns o
her wretched habitation?'
EHas she then repined at the change?'
'Repined! she has been nothing butsweetnes'
and good humor. Indeed, she seems in bette
spirits than have ever known her; she has beer
to me all love, and tenderness, and comfort
Admirable girl!' exclaimed |. You cal
yourself poor, my friend; you never were 81
rich--you never knew the boundless treasures o
excellence you possessed in that woman
EOlI a.
cottage were over, think could then be com
Portable. But this is her first day of real expert
ence she has been introduced into an humble
dwelling--she has been employed all day in ar
ranging its miserable equipments-she has fo
the first time known the fatgues of domestic EN-
Iployment--she has for the first time looked
around her on home destitute of every thinG
clegant--almost every thing convenient; ant
may now be sitting down, exhausted and spirit
less, brooding over prospect Of future power
Ity.'
There was degree of probability in this pic
ture that | could not gainsay, so we walked on il
silence.
After turning from the main road, up a mar
row lane, SO thickly shaded by forest trees as tt
give it a complete air of secluson, we came il
sight Of the cottage. 1t was humble enough il
its appearance for the most pastoral poet and ye
il had pleasing rural look. A wild line hat
ovenun one end with profusion of foliage
a few trees threw their branches gracefully owe
it, and observed several pots of flowers tasteful
y disposed about the door, and on the grass plo
in front. A small wicket-gate opened upon
foot path that wound through some shrubbery Il
the door. Just as we approached, we heard the
sound of music--Leslie grasped my arm, W.
paused and listened. 1t was Mary's voice, sing
ing, in style of the most touching simplicity
a little air of which her husband was peculiarl
fond.
felt Leslie's hand tremble on my arm. HI
stepped forward, TO hear more distinctly. Hi
step made noise on the gravel walk. A brigh
beautiful face glanced out at the window, ant
vanishod-a light footslep was heard-and Mar
came tripping forth TO meet us. She was in
pretty rural dress of white; few wild flower
were twisted in her fine hair; fresh bloom wa
on her cheek; her whole countenance beame'
with smles-I had never seen her look so love
/ ly.
My dear George, cried she, am so gla,
you are come; have been watching and watch
ing for you; and running down the lane, an,
looking out for you. I've set out table undc
a beautiful tree behind the cottage; and Nv
been gathering some of the most deliciou
Strawberries, for know you are fond of them
and we have such excellent cream--and ever
thing is so still and sweet here. Oh!' said she
putting her arm within his, and looking II
brightly in bis face, oh, we shall be so happy!
Poor Leslie was overcome. He caught he
to his bosom--ho folded his arms round her--h
kissed her again and again--he could not speak
but the tears gushed into his eyes; and he ha
often assured me, that though the world has sine
gone prosperously with him, and his life has in
deed been happy one, yet mover has he expert
enced a moment gilmore eqlisite felicity.
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A recent modern philosopher-one who ha