The national whig. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1847-1847, 1847-07-24

| il turned out, as little Robert had said,
when i first appeared on the top Of the hill
70 be farmer Johnson's grey mare and yell
blow wagon. The kind hearted farmer was
out in an instant, and, without saying a
word, was putting the children into ii, one
| after another. A word from farmer John.
son was enough for any constable in the
village. II was all the work ola moment.
He shook my husband by the hand; and
when he began, "Neighbor Johnson, you
are the same kind lriend"- in'' said
he; "let's have no words about it. ] must
be home in a trice, for,n turning to me,
! ''your old school mate, Susan, my wife,
will sit crying at The window, till she
sees you all safe home again.n Say
| ing this, he whipped up the grey mare, who
| regardless Of the additional load, went up
the hill faster than she came down, as
though she entered into the spirit Of the
whole transaction. 4a ..y3 ikl N,
II was not long before we reached the
| door Of our cottage, Farmer Johnson took
out the children; and while ! was trying TO
find words to thank him for all his Kindness
he was mp in his wagon and of, before
could utter syllable. Robert screamed az
ter him to tell little. Tim Johnson tocoms
over, and that he should have all his pinks
and marigolds. When we entered the cot
tage, there were bread, and meat, and milk,
upon the table which Susan, the farmers
| wife, had brought oyer for the children
could nothelp sobbing aloud, for my heart
| was full "Dear George" said !, turning
tom my husband, ssYou used 10 pray; let US
thank God, for this great de)iverance' from
evil. "Dears Jenny" said he, ! fear God
will scarcely listen TO my poor prayers, al
terall my offences; but Twill iry.n We
closed the cottage door, and he prayed with
so much humility or heart, and SO much
earnestness Of feeling, that felt almost sure
that Gods grace would be lighted up, in
the bosom Of this unhappy man, if signs,
and tears, and prayers, could win their
way to heaven. He was very grave, and
said little or nothing that night. The next
morning, when woke up,I was surprised
as the sun had not risen to find that lie had
already gone down. AT first, felt alarmed
as such a thing had become unusual with
him, Of late years; but my anxious feelings
were agreeably relieved, when the children
told me that their father had been hoeing.
for an hour, in the potato field, and was
intending the garden fence. Withtour scan
| ty materials, got ready the best breakfast
could, and he sat down 70 il, with a good
appetite, but said little; and, now and then,
saw the tears starting into his eyes. II
had many fears, that he would fall backin-|
TO his former habits, whenever he should
meet his old companions, Or stop in again
atihe Deacon'sstore, WAS about urging
him TO move into another village. H After
breakfast, he took me aside, and ask
ed me if had not gold ring. sGeorge,nl
said ssthat ring was my mother's:s she took
it from her finger and gave il TO me The day
she died. would not part with that ring
unless itIwere to, save life. Besides, if we
are industrionsand honest, We shall not be
forsakeh.' s'Dear Jenny" said he, 81 know
how you prize that gold ring: never loved
! you more than when you wept over it,
| while you 6rstltold me The story Of your
mothers death: il was just a month before
we were married, the last Sabbath evening
in May, Jenny, and we were walking BY
the river. wish you would bring me thai
| ripg.n Memory hurried me back, in an in,
/
er's side, whercwe sat together, and agreed
| upon our wedding day | brought down
| the ring, and he askedme, with such anear
nestness Of manner, TO put ii on his little
finger, that ! did SO; not, however, without,
a trembling hand and a nlisgiyihg heart
"And now, jenny" said me, as he rose 10 60
out, ''pray that God will support me. -"
My mind was not in happy state, for
felt some doubt Of his Intentions From
little hill, at the back Of our cottage, we lad
fair view of the Deacon's store. ] went
up, to Tie top oft; and whileI watched my
husbands steps, no one can tell how fer
vently prayed God to guide, them Alright
lsaw two ofihis old companions, standing
. at the store door, with glasses in their hands
and as my husband came infront Of the shop
saw them beckon him 10. II was sad mo-
ment for me. ooh George" said /, though
knew be could not hear me, ego on; re
member your poor wife and your starving
| childrenp My heart sunk within me,
when saw him stop and turn towards the
door. He shook hands with his old asso-
ciates they appeared TO offer him their
glasses: saw him shake his head and pass
on. "Thank Cod" said !, and ran down
the hill, with a light step, and seizing my
baby at the cottage door, ! literally
it with kisses, and bathed il in tears Of JOY.
About ten o'clock, Rich d Lane, the squire's
of1ice-boy, brought in piece of meat and
some meal, saying my husband sent word,
that he could not be home till night, as he
was at work on the Squire's barn. Rich
ard added, that the Squire had engaged him
for two months. He came home early,
and the children ran down the hill 10 meet
him. He was grave, but cheerful. 81