Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1845-07-03

| was very morry: nine o'clocK came and still
the revelry went on. At length twelve
o'clock warned the party of bedtime
By this time Mrs Gaptoo,h felt her hear,
rlpened TO mellowness with generous wine
and Mrs Gauntwolr, not wholly dead to its
benevolent influence, thought more ch1ri'
tabIy of the merry old lady, A coach
was at the door-the Gauntwolfs could sci
Mrs Gaptooth down-and the party rose
for their homes. Mrs Gaptoolh quilted
he room for an inner apartment, when
on Bacchus be the mortal blame! taking
the wrong turning, she fell down stairs
A piercing shrek rang though the house;
and Few, indeed, were the moments, and
the wretched, sinful, dying old WOMAN
for death, indeed was looking awlully from
her eyes-was brought up stairs and laid
upon couch.
"A doctor-a doctor!' cried Gaunt-
wolf.
"A parson,' groaned the woman with
terrible energy; 4 am dying-I feel it
here-I know it. Dying! That such a
wretch as [ should ever die! Send for
Mr. Linlley-send for his friend the par
son. be sure, the parson. She then with
difficulty gave the apo:hecary's address,
and messenger was hastily dispatched
for him.
In brief,ime, Lintley came accompa-
MED with lngIewood. At once he per-
ceived there was no hope; the fall had
produced mortal injury Of the spine.
L did not want your assistance but for
giveness,' said the woman, and yours too,
sir. God bless you, pray for me- she
cried to Inglewood. you don't know
now | worked to destroy the poor child
there were twenty witnesses ready at my
hlre-but Curlwell would not be the vii
lain TO the last--to swear away poor Pat
tvs life. Forgive me-beg of her to for
give mel! And with these words the mis-,
cradle creature died.
Soon after Miss Gauntwolf and her fam
lily fell into distress, for her beauty was
gone and she was no longer wanted on the
boards; so | was sold TO a pawnbroker.-
In his shop remained undisturbed for a
twevemon,h. Events then arose that
trod on each others footsteps with Won
derful rapid'y.-I was sold with other un.
redeemed goods, and once more passed in
to the hands Of Shadrach Jacobs, and my
old master, Of the Minorles; that thrifty
Hebrew always attending the sale OF the
pawnbrokcr's effects, to buy thereat his
profitable peen'orths. How my heart
sank within me as the old Jew turned me
over and over! What scenes had min
gled in since he last took me between his
fingers! And had been dressed, pre-
pared for Prince Of Wales, only at
length to be returned to the misery Jew,
my first London purchaser!-Alas! knew
not then what further misery awaited me-
When Shadrach Jacobs carried me to
his den in the Minories, no longer found
there the plump and languishing Miriam
She'll die in ditch vid the christian dog
she's married-she will, she vil,' cried
Shadrach to friend and fellow trades
man, Moses Moss, who called upon him
shortly after my arrival at the Jews house
'Ha, Moses, my tear friend, it's unknown
vo, she robbed me on; if hadn't been her
father, I'd hanged her; but couldn't do
it couldn't do it, And so the old man
lived alone, boarding, boarding; hunting
bargains hour by hour-accumuating
wealth for no end. His daughter had for
gotten the fate ot her fathers, and mar
ried Christian butcher. Old Shadrach
was childless, miserable, wealthy man.
Every day he became more and more en-
feebled, and all his money could not buy
him one touch of sympathy IN his down
ward path; and so, unregarded, he travel
led with disease upon him TO the grave
In three months after he became my pur-
chaser, Shadrach died. Who inherited
his wealth | know not. What | know is
this; his stock and household goods were
sold, and | was bought by Shadrach's late
friend, Moses Moss, who had me cleaned,
and shortly afterwards sold me to a fur
nishing undertaken. In brief time was
promoted to the plume, and solemnly borne
on lid befone the hearse.
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