The voice of freedom. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1839-1848, 1846-08-13

dinner. Are they all come ?" "When you
are BETTER" replied one of his brothers, we
will have our Thanksgyng-dinner; we VIII
all assemble then together, and be very joyful.
The usual day of Thanksgiving came, and
the two young men lay Oh the bed of DEATH
The whole family were assembled, and Ben
jamin called them one by one to his bedside
and shaking hands with them, and blessing
them, took his leave with them all. Soon at
ter this he called his brother John to him, and
raising himself up, sang in the most heavenly
and inspired voice, ''Victory! Victory! This
is the day of victory" After this he lived a
fortnight, and during this time composed some
very beautiful music. He was a most aniable
and affectionate character; and though con-
sidercd by many the finest singer fthe whole
family, was one of the brothers who mostly
remained at home working on the Old Home
Farm, for the general good Among his IA
vorite pursuits was gardening he was deep
ly and sincerely religious, but without any
gloom or severity, and was possessed, In re-
markable degree, of the power of making
home happy to all around him. The fever
which carried off this excellent young man,
carried off also the sisters husband and thus
the burden of their Thanksgiving-hymn for
the last year was the words Of the afflicted
Psalmist, "The Lord giveth, the Lord hath Ia
ken away blessed be the name of the Lord!"
Such are the circumstances under which
have been formed the character Of the Hutch
inson Family. Once knowing these, we are
no longer surprised at finding the like in per-
sons who pursue profession which is apt to
wear away the marks of original nature and
simplicity, and to leave instead traces of art
and conventionalism. But in them the quail |
tiles which grew up on the cold Home !
Farm in the "Old Granite State" are too |
firmly and hereditarily grounded to be oblit-
Grated by any after circumstances. They
have the durability Of the granite with the
cordial spirit of home. You feel at once, in
coming in contact with them that they are
true spirits There is a freshness, a reality, a
domestic truth about them that come upon
you like the freedom of the forest, the green
ness of the field, the elastic breath of the
country In the midst of the throng of the
city, and while administering to the pleasures
of the fashionable, the spirit Of the old, relig
ious affectionate home, never depart from
them. They make a conscience of singing
into their hearers the sentiments which ami
mate hemselves-those of noble independ-
ence, manly simplicity, the kindest sympa-
thies with suffering humanity, and ardor for
liberty, peace, and progress
Let America send us over such specimens
of her children, and she will fulfil all our
hopes and our earliest conceptions of her.
They are worthy of the country of Washing
ton, Franklin, and Charming. When once s
seen, the heart warns to them, because they
are simply incarnations Of the spirit of love, S
and the luxury of elevated sentiments and
these are the qualities which, without any rea-
soning or striving, will draw the two coun-
tries into that bond of brotherhood which,
however manners and institutions may differ,
will make them one great nation. {
1t will be seen that we regard this cstima-
BILE family in a far higher point of view than S
that Of mere artists or singers-though we
are fully disposed to give musical art all its
glory; we look upon them as unassuming but
most efectual hcralds Of great truth and the
noblest sentiments wherever they 90. Their {
visit will not have been in vain amongst us
and whether they return to us again or not, t
our warmest thanks attend them. In that fl-
ture primitive life, amid their native scenes,
with which they please their imagination, they S
will, we are sure, often visit in thought, the
Did country, where they have scattered the J
fires of their generous sympathies and we,
On our part, shall often hear in fancy, the 6
strains that have touched us more deeply than
The highest triumph of art, startling and thrill {
ing as it may be, but which falls far short of t
the simple, yet delicious song of nature, poe
,ry and love blended in the heart of chris f
tan. '