The Kalida venture. [volume] (Kalida, Ohio) 1841-1865, 1845-07-15

placed in his hands, On coming to himself
| he cried with vehemence, God reward you:
you know not the good you have done, 4
am the fa.her Of FIVE children. 4 was form
erly in good circumstances; but series OF
mis(ortunes reduced me TO the greatest dis
tress. All that had left was an irreproach-
able character, which procured me my pre-
sent situation. ! have had it but one week.
To-day should, but for your help, have lost
| it. My wife, my children would have been
exposed to all the horrors of want:, they
would have been deprived of a husband and
father; for never, no, never, could have
survived The ruin had brought upon them !!
1t is you who have saved us all. God will re-
ward you--He alone can" While he thus
spoke, he rummaged his pockets, and drew
out some francs. b" This is all ] have, It's
very little, but tell me where you live, and
Tomorrow Not one sous" interrupted
they with one voice, and one OF them added,
Stop bit let me talk to my comrades"
They stepped one side for a moment;gI fol-
lowed them with my eyes, and saw, by their
gestures, that they listened to their compan-
ion with emotion. d" We are all of a mind,''
said he, returning with them. eyes, my
friend, if we have been serviceable 10 you,
you also have been the cause of our good
fortune: il seems to me, that we ought TO
share with you what God has sent US through
your means. My companions think so too;
and we are going to divide it into four equal
parts" a
The porter would have demonstrated, but
his voice was drowned by the acclamaIions
of the spectators. Generous fellows!''--
Much good may it do youw "The SINE
luck TO you many more times" resounded
from every mouth. There was moi one pre-
sent but seemed as happy as if he or she
were about TO participate in the contents OF
the box. ....
I. The money was divided, and, in spite of
! his excuses, the porter was forced TO take
his share. The generous divers went their
way; the crowd began to disperse; but the
porter still fingered, and had the curiosity
TO watch his motions. He approached the
little violet girl. "Ah! my dear" cried he,
:. WHAT do not owe you! Bat for you, il
had been all lost with me. My wife, my lit
lie ones must thank you"
"Ma fol! it is not worth Mentioning
You would not have me stand by aud see you
drown yoursell?" .,.a ...e NJ.
But your courage, your strength! could
one have expected it from so young girl?''
| All! there is no want of strength where
there is good will.'' .,..e ~. ...
| "And nobody ever had more of that
Give me six of your boluets, my dear; my
children are so fond Of violets-and never
have they priced any as they will ,hes5."
| She twisted bit of thread round six OF
her fairy nosegays, and presented them 10
him. He deposited them carefully in his
bosom, and slipped something into her hand |;
then, without waiting to hear the acknow-
edgements viii III she began to pour forth, took
to his heels as if his bag had been made of
| feathers. .,
The girl looked after him with pleasure
dancing in her eyes. "Wnat will you take
for the rest of your nosegays?" slid |, going
up to her. Whatever you are pleased to
give," cried she with vivacity; /" for that
good mans money will burn my purse till
get home and give it to my mother. o
how glad will she be to have all that, and
still more when she knows why it has been
given to mel" The reader will easily be-
lieve my purchase was easily m1de: the
good girls purse was something the heavier
for it, and had the pleasure of thinking
that had Contributed in small degree, to
reward the goodness of heart she has so un-
equivocally displayed. She fastened home
with her treasure, and returned to my lodg-
ngs to put my violels in water, promising
myself, as did so, to be "a frequent Gus
toner to The little nosegly girl of the Pont
Neuf-Loadon Repository Of Arts. ~
INDIAN LOVE TALE-Tne editor of the
South Carolinian once had opportunity for
daily intercourse with the Choctaws, and he
improved it by acquiring their language,
which he describes as quite the most mus
cal of all the aboriginal tongues, holding
much the same relltion to the others, as the
Italian to other European languages. 1t is
ofcourse, therefore, well adopted Cor mixing
love, and the editor has preserved among his
memoranda the following specimen of tho
aptitude of young savage for the persua-
sive eloquenc. of plssion. II loses, he as
sures us, some Of its sofiness in transferring
it into English. Falla, the Raven,'' knew
how to I" fetch them from their mlmmls:"
THE Lo7E TALE OF FALLA, THE RAVEN.
A young Chief Of Nuna-way-a, to Token
the White Rose of TIC Prairie.
Sister, the arrow that flies from broken
bow is untrue, and the course of the fragile
bark unsteady--yet more fdthless than these
are The promises of The pile flces Sister
isten-You are dsceived.-Hsnry Mingo
has double heart, and has talked with a
forked tongue of the swift Deer of the Hills
and the bounding BaAiloes of the Ptairies
to another Does he not hunt towards the
SUNNY South? Does he not often encamp