The voice of freedom. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1839-1848, 1846-10-01


relief in the open air! At that moment tn
door bell rang violently, and Mr.. Hargrav
was announced.
more truly welcome than you are, Mr.. II
I have felt exceedingly lonely, this evening
and was just going to try whether a wall
would not eXhilarate my saddened spirits"
"And | have come on an GRAND of mer
cy; | am here, Judge Alarston, to solicit
your aid in behalf Of poor and suffering
woman"
81 am ever ready to aid the aU0rtHy unfor-
tunate. Where does the woman you speak
of reside? Has she husband and children
Do you know anything Of her history? What
is her name 2" These questions were asked
in hurried and agitated manner. A chord
of tender feeling had been touched in the
heart of that old man. Might not she, his
beautiful daughtcr-might not she, too, be
asking charity Of strangers-thc thought was
agony.
" Her name, from motives of delicacy,
am unwilling to disclose. Her history will
relate to you, and then if you desire it, | will
guide you to the dwelling where she has toll
ed day and night to support herself and her
child, her husband having been dead some
Jlllng more IMAM TWO years.
It was with the utmost difficulty that the
Judge restrained his emotion, while listening
to the simple tale we have related. Some
thing whispered to him that the suffering wo-
mantle toiling mother and griet-stricken
widow-was lis daughter; the same bright
being who had years before lent so sweet
charm to his now desolate and joyless
home.
When Mr. II. had ceased speaking, the
Judge rose from his seat, and said, " | will go
with you. I would fam see her of whom you
speak, and if she be worthy, my property shall
be given her"
A few minutes sufliced to bring them to the
dwelling Of Mrs. Pierce. A gentle knock
from Mr. Uargrave brought little Amy to
the door; Judge Marston stared as she stood
before him, radiant with purity and truth, the
exact image of his long lost daughter. 1t re-
quircd but a glance for each to recognize each
other. One moment OF agonizcd hesitation,
and Mrs Pierce had thrown her arms around
the neck of the relcnting Old man, and the
words "my father" my daughter"-sent a
thrill of delight to each
my father am | forgiven 2"
"Forgiycn, Ellen? Methnks It's should
ask forgiveness You was more snned a.
gainst than SHINING Henry was every way
worthy of you, my daughter, but feel that |
am forgiven | have many times longcd to
clasp you to my heart; but pride forbade
that l should recall you, my poor stricken
one. This simple act of mutual forgiveness
has impaired to me more happiness than |
have enjoyed since that fatal hour in which |
banished you from my presence. But you
will 90 with NE now, YOU and your sweet
child, and the gorgeous house which for eight
years has been to ne dreary as the prison
house, shall become the ark Of peace and safe
ty to the wandering dove"
Yes, my father, will 90 with You. And
though he whom l so idolized has gone to
the sleep that knows no waking, will try to
be happy in the affection of my father and
child"
The face of Mr.. Hargravc was radiant with
smiles Of gratifed benevolcnce. lie saw FL
len rciustated in The affections and home of
her father, and went on his way rejoicing
alliance and ViSiter.