The northern galaxy. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1844-1848, 1844-11-27

motherly tone, " l dare say you are tired an,
/ hungry-take seat at the table, and max,
yourself at home. We like sailors-an,
would gladly do you good turn Cor the SAX,
of one who has long been absent. Don't cry
Mary-you should learn to restrain your feel
ings.''
Just then old Bose, who, when the sailo
first came in sight, was disposed to regarc
him as an enemy, appeared to have overcom,
his combative propensities, and much to tht
surprise of the children, seemed suddenly tc
have conceived the most lively attachment tc
the "poor straggler." He wagged his tai
with unwonted energy, absolutely danced
around him, whined forth his joy in the most
expressive manner, and continued the panto-
mine by jumping into his lap and attempting
TO lick his face!
The stranger hardly attempted to repulse
the affectonate animal-but gently patting
his head, addressed him with the endearing
epithet of, 'Poor Bose, adding, ''you have
not forgotten me-"
He then raised his hand from his forehead
removed his hat, and brushed away the long
and matted locks which partly concealed his
features. His voice seemed TO have touched
chord in the bosoms of the persons present,
which had long ceased to vibrate. The eyes
ofDeacon Willis and his wife were turned up
on him in eager expectation. Mary Wards
worth started-the rose on her cheek gave
place to the lily-and her deep-seated and
pure love proved more quick-sighted than
even parental affection. She gazed upon
him with look in which joy and surprise
were blended-and met his glance which
beamed with tenderness and rapture-ex-
pressing the fruition of earthly enjoyment.
Her maidenly reserve was conquered by her
surprise and joy at beholding before her, a
dear one whom she had long mourned as for
ever lost. at is my cousin Edward" said
she. and she threw herself into his arms.
The scene that followed may be imagined,
but cannot be described-nor shall | attempt
it. There was no longer any alloy in the
enjoyment ofthat happy family-and Deacon
Willis, albeit, always noted for his piety new
er offered up a Thanksgiving prayer with
greater fervency and sincerity than on that
occasion. After dinner was over, Edward
had long tale TO tell, to which his auditors
listened with breathless attention, of the per-
lis and sufferings he had experienced during
the previous three years. The vessel on which
he had sailed for South America had been
suspected of carrying on contraband trade,
and the crew were all condemned to the mines
for life. Edward, with two of his compan-
ions, at the eminent risk of his life, succeeded
in effecting his escape, and had worked bis
passage home in vessel bound for Provi-
dence. Misfortune still pursued him; the
vessel was wrecked on Block Island during a
heavy gale-and he, after a desperate strug-
gle with the waves, succeeded in gaining the
shore He lost no time in proceeding to
Providence in fishing craft, when he took
his land tacks on board-and weaned, hungry,
destitute of money and clothes, poor ship
wrecked sailor, Edward Willis, at length
reached his home.
And you are welcome home, my boy
exclaimed his father-''and hope you will
never again leave u.s.
Edward looked at Mary who blushed like 4
penny.
81 see how the wind SITS" said the worthy
Deacon-"Come hither, Mary Wardsworth."
Mary, with trembling steps, approached her
guardian.
MARY" said the Deacon, tive must look
to you for security that Edward will never
play truant again.
He put her trembling hand into that of his
son.
Edward has never been TO sea since. He
is now ahappy and prosperous farmer, and
blessed with an affectionate wife, and three
lovely children, he every year welcomes the
approach of November, and reads in the Mer-
camille Journal, with keen qualification, the
Governors Proclamation of THANKSGIVING
Day