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protect the stranger from violence. 'He
seems to be sailor, too said he, 'and on
day like this, we should not refuse the rites
of hospitality to the humblest being that pas
SEES along the road. On Thanksgiving day,
no individual, ricl, or poor, sailor o. lands
n,an, shonld want for IA plentiful meal. Ask
him in, my son, continued the noble hearted
farmer, 'and let the poor wayfarer take a
seat at our board
The stranger entered the parlor, and room
was made for him at the table. But his APP
pcarancc and manner were strange, and he
seemed as if he was but ill-disposed to re-
quite his host for the hospitality he enjoyed.
lie did not even raise his dilapldated hat
! from his head--and to the kind enquiries
which we're made Of him, he scarcely deign-
ed any rcply--hut as if overcome by fatigue
or agilatnd by con,endng emotions, he threw
himself into the nearest chair, and covered
his brow with his hands.
The wandering group witnessed his con-
duct in silence. Some now, my good man
at length exclaimed Mrs. Whilst in d kind
motherlv tone, :! dare say you are tired and
hungry-takc seat at the table, and make
Yourself al home. We like saiIors-and
would gladly do You good turn for the sake
of one who has long been absent Don't
cry Mary-you should learn to restrain your
feelings
Just then old Bose, who, when the sailor
first came in sight, was disposed 20 regard
him as an enemy, appeared to have over
come his combaive lropcnsilies, and much
to the surprise Of the children, seemed sud-
dcnlyto have conceived the most lively at
tachment to the poor slraggler.' He wagged
his tail with unwonted energy, absolutely
danced around him, whined forth his Joy in
the most expressive manner, and continued
the pantomine by jumping into his lap and
attempting to lick his face
The stranger hardly attempted 10 repulse
the a1rcionate animal-but gently patting
his head, addressed him with the endearine
cpithe, of, 'Pocr Bose, adding, 'you have
no, forgotten me-
He then raised his hand from his fore
head-removed his hat, and brushed away
the long and matted locks which partly con-
ceaed his features. His voice seemed to
have touched chord in the bosoms of the
persons present, which had long ceased TO vi
brate. The eyes of Deacon Willis and his
wife were turned upon him in eager expec-
talion. Wary Wordsworth siared-lhe rose
on her cheek gave place TO the lily-and
her deep seated and pare love proved more
quick lighted than even parental affection.
She gazcd upon him with a look in which
Joy and surprise were blrndcd--and met his
glance which beamed with tenderness and
rapurc-cxprrssng the irniIion Of earthly
enjoyment. Her maldcnlyreserve was con-
qncrcd by her surprise and joy at hchoding
before her, dear one whom she had long
mournrd as forever lost 1t is my cousin
Edward y said she, and she thew herself
into his arms.
Tho scene that followed may be imagined
but canno, be dcScribed--nor shall attempt
it. There was no longer any alloy in the
enjoyment of that happy iamily-and Dea-
con Willis, albeit, always noted for his piely
never offered up Thanksgiving prayer with
greater tervency and sincerity than on that
occasion. After dinner was over, Edward
had IA long tale to tell, to which his auditors
stoned with hreathless attention, of the per.
lis and sullerings he hid experienced during
the previous three years, The vessel on
which he had sailed for South America had
pttI SuSIIFAltu Vi carrying On d COHlTdUHIll
trade, and the crew were all condemned to
the mines for liGej Edward, with two of his
companions, at the eminent risk of his life
succeeded in elircting his escape, and had
worked his passage home in IA vessel bound
for Providence. Misfortune still pursued
him the vessel was wrecked on Block Is
land during "A heavy gale-and he, after a
desperate struggle with the waves, succeed.
ed in gaining the shore. He lost no time in
pi oceeding to Providence in fishing craft
\ when he took his land tracks on board-and
wearied, hungry, destitute of money and
clothes, poor shipwreckcd sailor, Edwarc
Willis, Il, length reached his home.
And you are welcome home, my bow,
exclaimed his fa,her-'and hope you vii
never again leave u.s.
Edward looked IA, Mary who blushed like
a penny.
| see how the wind sits, said the worth,
Deacon Come hilher, Mary Wardsworh.
Mary, with trembling steps, approached
, her guardian.
Mary said the Deacon, I'VE must lool
to you for security that Edward will neve
play truant again
lie put her trembling hand into that of hi
son.
Edward has never been to sea since. flt
is now happy and prosperous farmer, ane
blessed with an alleclionaie wife, and three
lovely children, he every year welcomes thu
approach of November, and reads in the
Mercantile Journal, with keen qualification
the Governors Proclamation of THANKsGIv
ING DAY.
A LADIES' BLUNDERs.--A fashionable
lady in this city is going to have a house
built soon, on one of the best sites in town
Every thing about it, she says, is to be Sub
lnmaled' and 'Splendiferous.' There is I.
be Porto Rico in front, 'Pizarro' in the
rear, and Lemonade all round il. TIL,
; water is to Come in at the side of the house il
an 'Anecdote; ! the lawn in front is TO b,
Degraded and some large fresh trees are I,
; be 'suppanted' in to the 'Erie' in the rear
This is the lady who told Governor Clinton
how remarkably stormy il is apt to be wher
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