The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1844-09-23

occdhe more ana more ccononlChlj nut my hopes
continued to rise until an evening, from which, in
my calendar. date n new with a cross. My
landlord had just left me TO my medalions with the
comfortable observation, as text that tomorrow !
must pny down my quarters rent unless preferred
quite French poencss )makirg another tour Of
discovery about the streets.
1t was an indescribabIy cold November's evening,
and had just returned from visiting house Of sick
ness, where had perhaps inprudenlly, emptied my
purse, when was greeted with this amiable saluta
ton
trimmed my sleepy, dim burning lamp with my
fingers, and then looked about my little dngy cham
der for plans of mooey -rnaking.
"Dingenes was worse accommodated" sighed, as
pulled my lame table away from the window, for
the wind and rain seemed unwilling to stay outside
At the same moment,my glance fell upona cheerful
ly glowing fire in an opposite kitchen. go COOKS !
you have glorious lot among mornIs - thought
while with some secret pleasure watched the well.
nourished dame, who stood like empress amid the
pots and stew pans surrounded with the glory of the
fre,and swaying the tongs sceptre over her glow
ing domains
On higher floor had view through the window
covered with envous blind, of gaiy illuminated
chamber, where a numerous family were assembled
around tea table. was stiff in every limb with
cold and damp, and how empty that part of my ami.
NAL economy, which may be styled the magazine,
was that evening, will not shy; but "Mercy on
me 20 thought !, "if that pretty maiden, who is Just
now reaching cup Of tea To the sout gentleman up
the sofa, who seemed too heavily replenished to
rise from his seat, would but put out her hand little
farther this way, and coud-wh thousand thank
ful kisses-how foolish The ia; gentleman takes
the cup, and dips his bun in the tea deliberately
tits enough TO make one cry And now that pretty
maiden is cHrcssing him ! wonder If he is hcr pa
pa, or her uncle; or perhaps-enviable mortal -
hut no. that cannot be- he is least forty years older
than she.
''THaf must be his wife, surely, that elderly lady
whc sits beside him the sofa, and to whom the
fair maiden just eTers platter of cakes. But
whom does she offer them (? ear and pat of
shoulder ia all that projects beyond the rim Of the
window How long he keeps the gentle girl waiting
his pleasure but it must be lady-n gentleman
would behave so !--or ii may be her brother. All
see his grent fist thrust into the biscuit basket, rude
lout but perhaps he was hungry. Now she turns
the two little girls, her sisters most likely, and
gives them all that Mr. One has left behind AS
do except It's fragrance. But wha; movement
suddenly takes place in the room THE old gentleman
starts up from the sofa--lhe one-earcd gentleman
rushes forward. and gives the gentle maiden a rude
shock, "a dromedary he is3tla, mpes her against
the tea table, and makes the old lady, who just
rising from the sofa sit down again. The children |
skip about and clap their hands; the door opens; in
comes a young oficcr-the maiden throws herself !
into his arms Aha there have it ~ dashed to
my window shutter that it cracked and sat down,
wet with the rain, and with trembling knees upon my
stool.
"What had to do staring through the window
This comes Of curiosity ~
Eight days before, this family had returned from
the country into the fine house opposite, and all this
lime had never inquired who they were. What
business had I, this evening TO be pryIng into their
,irce What good could it do me ?
I was in a sorry mood, and feh something Of heart
vincss; but, according to my resolution never to
yield to dependency, set about description of
domestic happiness, of that happiness which l had
never tasted Said as breathed upon my stIlien'
I'd fingers, Sam then Eae first who has sought III
he hot-house Of Imagination pleasing warmth
the hard world of realities denies 'Sx dol
ars for load Of pine wood-ay. you will not have
hem till December. will wre!'
'IIappy. thrice happy is the family in whose c'Sse
md warm circle no heart feels lonely in its joys nor
in its sorrows; glance no smile remains unanswer-
ed where the members daily say to each elher' not
IN mere words, but in their actions, your cares your
Joys your fortunes, also mine ~
beautiful is the quiet peaceful home, which clo-
SECS its protecting wall around the pilgrim through life,
4 r. n,inoh HEARTH fha
old grandsire, leaning upon his staff, the manly hus-
band, the amiabe wife, and their happy chdren,who
close the day of sport and enjoyment with hearty
thanksgiving, while the mother chants to them little
song, teihlE how ......... -....
-... . angels their vgils keep ......
Around the bed
And Ger the head
.--- ... OF innocence asleep " - -..
Here had to stop; for something like a drop Of
rain fell upon my cheek. and could not see my paper
clearly .".,
..lIow many thought T. as my thoughts, against
nv will took melancholy turn, show macy are |