Liberty advocate. [volume] (Liberty, Miss.) 1835-1866, 1844-03-16
From the Phtla. Saturday Chronicle.
CHAPTER FROM
sIIIs SIMPLE ANNALS OF THE POOR
BY LYDIA JANE PIERsoN.

Tdo believe, dear mother observe ro
iii Miss of fourteen, looking up from her
lew Novel, | do believe, Notwithstanding
nlI Republican doctrines, that there is such
Il hing as nobility of blood, or birth;
Why else is il that noble and daring deeds,
and endurance and constancy, are almost
Exclusively virtues of the nobly born!
You speak like simple child as you
I &Ee. Maria, replied the mother. All ex-
N8fience teaches that il is amongst the poor
nd humble that endurance and constancy
dwell; and as for noble and daring deeds,
\ #ho that reflects at all is ignorant that
hey too are at home in the cottage. The
/ General leads his army to battle, but ii
here was no bravery or daring amongst
Ms soldiers, poor and nameess though
hey be, think you he would win the VIC
tors laurel? Are not all his honors pur-
chased by their lives, and his scroll OF
fame written with their blood Or, how
could the great ones of the earth retain
their seats, if they were not upholden by
1 The stern constancy, patient endurance,
and unremltting toll OF the unhonored
Door Which, think you, displays most
heroism, he who rises up ID some exalted
\ siation, and wresles with a mighty Toe,
while the world looks on, encouraging the
Efforts, and shouting its applause; or he
I Who stands up maniully amid neglect and
\ corn, contending daily with poverty and
\ Temptation, taking his life in his hand
\ that his family may be fed, and Drawing
Death daily in gratitude TO HIM who de-
signs to pay the scanty pttance allotted
Tor his toll; and retaining during all his
wearisome life, unimpeached honor, which
he is sure will find no chroncler? Mara,
the rich find many ready TO record their
greatness; and fallen fortune always
meets with sympathy, and pen anxious
to awaken sympathy in others; but the
II 3oor do, and dare, and die, and are Tor
rotten. The writer Of such books, as
that in your hand, following in the wake
IN error, build their hero Of at least the
ruins of noble stock, and although the
heroine may be poor, still there must be
about her, indications OF high descent
These authors grossly dishonor them
selves, for most OF them, although prin'
ces might envy their genius and endur'
ing fame, are sons or grandsons OF very
poor mechanics, or even day laborers'
have lived forty years, Maria, and have
been mostly conyersant with the poor
and have witnessed many an lnclden
touching in the extreme; putting to shame
the tales Of fiction.
" Well, mother, it is now time for me t
yet my work, will you be so very obllg
Ing as TO relate to me the history OF som
humble real heroineg
b will, and you may be assured that tn
tale is TRUTH
When was 0! your age, and dwell
amongst the blessed scenes of my native
spot, used to find great delight in ram
II bling with my young companions, to tn
n groves and delIs that adorned the vlclnl
u " of the city. had an uncle who re
Sided two miles in the country, who ha(
several beautiful and gentle daughters
n done of them, the sweetest and lalrest, dl
Cd Of a broken heart, but it is not her his
Dry that am going 10 tell you now.
With these lovely creaturs used some
times TO range the vicinity OF their iath
ers's farm, which was romantlcally stu
ated. One afternoon in the latter part o
May, they proposed to me walk to ole
Margaret's. We accordingly set for
ward. Oh, how faithful memory pre-
serves her pictures Of beautiful places
where we LETT our tracks in childhood
We passed that day along broad street,
where wheels and iron shod horses, sell
Iom left their traces on the hower-sPan-
1led sod. Tall and stately trees formed
groves on either side Of the way, and IN
some parts interlaced their branches, lor-
ming verdant canopys and arches an hun
ared feet above my head. The sun was
ow, and his beams slreamed through the
vista like river Of purple glory, bath
Saq leaf and flowers in its trembling light
HE breeze was at play amongst The
danches, kissing all the sweet things
uAd signing and ending the coy blossoms
tat turned away their faces with toss