The northern galaxy. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1844-1848, 1845-09-03

| er unexpected, recalled ner attention iron
those visionary fears. She became a moth
| err, and as she pressed the little infant to her
bosom, she forgot her troubles. for there is
in that moment of ecstacy, whole year
leng thened out, az it we're, into ages, for all i
forgotten; every thing passes away from tho't
the mother sees, feels, knows ofnought OF
earth but the helpless image Of herself. cling
ing to herself for that life which ultimately
may prove all burden. What is life? ].
it not knowledge of misery! Perhaps it i:
something else.
Months passed away, and the boy grew
rapidly; every thing had gone we'll; but
alas. the cup of JOY was about to be dashed
from her lips, We have stated that she
lived with Miss Snyder, the good, the kind
Mrs. Snyder. But she was woman ofthe
world cold-heared and selfish. g She could
smile when those around her had money
but that smile would then disappear if she
even suspected that it was likely to take
wings and fly away. Money is not cing-
less!
Montford had left his child but fifty dollars,
which he said would last until he made re-
mittance, and this same Mrs. Snyder prom
| ised TO await the money, and not even allude
to its forthcoming to Mrs. Montford.
| No. said the good lady. Il would not dis
tress the ANGEL do not make yourself I'M
happy, Mr. Montford, on her account. will
| be mother TO her.
CHAPTER II.
Mrs. Montford was seated in her little
room, the boy rolling and playing on the
floor. the whole soul OF the mother was in
her eyes as they followed his childish gam
hols, sthe door opened somewhat alb
ruptly, and Mrs. Snyder entered; her coun
tenGnce had been Invested of lis usual smile
and an iron-like sternness seemed to have ia
ken possession OF it.
We'll, madam, how do you do to-day ,
Mrs. Snyder,lik the generality Of hard heart
ed females, had peculiar manner of COM
mencing quarrel by rule of polteness.
We'll, madam, did mt cxpec; to ASK when
ought to have received; but do think il is
high time for you to fork over; and do think
as how it is time you should have heard from
that husband of yours"
The reader cannot be surprised at this re-
quest; it's Just such al one as is uttered ev-
cry day by some such other hinJi lady as Mrs.
Snyder. 1t is human nature.
Indeed, Mrs. Snyder, you say truc-I
should have heard from him ere this
Yes, madam, and If he dos Mt send it. how
am to be paid, eh answer that
Indeed, Miss Snyder, | cannot answer-I
am afraid my husband has nothing to sci nd
me-
Nothing TO send, and in the Hgees at that
then let me tell you, madam, if you think as
how can keep you aud that brat fornothing,
you are much mistaken
At the name OF brat, the mothers eyes
flashed but as she turned them towards
where he was playing, her countenancc i'm
mediately changed, and a smile passed over
the troubled surface.
You see speak plain, madam
plain. indeed, Mrs. Snyder out what am
to do p
'Do-eo-why, quit Try house, bag and
baggage
And where am I TO COZ
Go! anywhere; that's your lookout, not
mine: | want this room for boarder, one
who has money to pay, yes, madam, money
to pay; so hope you vii! look out to-mor-
row, at farthest.'
So saying, she hurried ont of the room, as
il conscious of doing rcean act and anxious
to escape as soon as possible from the con-
temptation oft. People that are IN the wrong
generally talk more than those who act
rightly. The good man conscious of the rec
titude OF his conduct, says no more than is
actually necessary but the bad man commits
wrong, and feeling the iron in his soul, en-
deavors TO lull its pain by incessant action las
if the voice of conscience can be silenced by
the camor OF the tongue.
Gracious Providence exclaimed Mrs.
Montford, 'for what am ] reserved, Has it
come to tfis-turned out Of doors without
shelter !; without home, and my poor boy;
the innocent, pratling boy-what will become
OF him; see, he smiles; and now in all the
playfulness of childhood-it is too muchl'-
and the distressed mother burst into food
oftears.
At that moment her washer woman en-
tered, bringing the clothes for the week
seeing Mrs. Montford in tears, she was about
to return, when the other called her back,
and IN few words told the cause of her dis
tress. 1T seems as if heaven had turned
against us
The kind-hearted washer-woman sympa-
thlzed with her in her misfortunes, and bid
her cheer up, observing
You shall not want for home; though
my house is small, its doors shall never be
shut against the unfortunate
Heaven, then,has not forsaken us-it was
wrong for me to have said so; yes, my good
lady, will 90 with you, and will earn my
bread by assisting you to wash and iron.'
Tomorrow, then, will come for YOU
be of good cheer, and hope for better days
keep up your spirits, madam and all will yet
be WE'LL
The nextday Mrs. Montford took possess
ION OF the humble dwelling. What trinkets
she had, the gift of her husband, when all
around them was brightness and sunshine,
now went one by one TO the pawn-brokers,
without the most distant prospect of ever be-
ing able to redeem them. hIrs. Jones, her |
KIND rrotectress, consoled her amid their |
gloomy poverty, and the innocent prattle of |
her boy tended to lessen the misery Of her |
situation, and blunt the keen edge Of reflec-
ton.
The father of Montford, in the meantime.
leit prey TO the narrowing recolecuons OF
the past-tormented and harrassed-he
plunged into the vortex of dlssipation-that
certain stream which carries soul and body
to their utter ruin. In very short time, his
immense fortune began TO dissolve like noun
tains of snow before a burning sim U;s