Herald of the times, and Rhode Islander. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1846-1849, 1847-01-28
}Whole No. S67.
5clerte0 Gales.
A PEACE STORY.
The BROTHERS.


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England was a pleasant farml. ouss. IL
stood retired from the public road, and
was overshadowed by an ancient Elm,
with spreading branches. The barpand
fences were neatly kept, sad the 6slds
betokened good husbandy. The sound
Of the matron's wheel, mingled with her
song, was heard from mo open window
in summer, and tho rich products Of the
cheese press, attesled her skill in the
dairy.
The farmer had two sons whotooR an
active part in his labors. In spring,
they held the plough, aud assisted in
sowing the seeds, whose harvest was
TO give them bread. In sumner they
toleG among the hay, which was to feed
their domestic animals. In autumn they
aided to gather into the garner, the
bounty that God had given them. ID
winter they sought a, the district school,
that knowledge which enriches the whole
Of life. They were both fond of books,
and dlligent in their lessons, though their
turn and temper Of mind differed.
One cold evening, they were sitting
with their books beside a bright wood
fire while the rays Of their lamp stream
ed cheerfully over the snow-invested
landscape. The younger, boy Of thr-
teen, casting aside his lesson, said to his
broher-
John, intend TO be a soldier. have
been reading Of Alexander the Great,
and Of Bonaparte, and think there is
nothing in this world LIKE the glory of
the warrior
The other fixed on him a steady
glance, as he raised his clear hazel eye
and thoughtful brow.
1t seems TO me, James, that 10 de-
stroy life, and bring mourning into fami-
lies, and misery into the world, is cruel
rather than glorious.
'Oh but the honor and the praise
To have hosts Of soldiers rnSer yesr
command, and the pages Of history filed
with your fame-how can you be blind
to such greatness and fame p
'De you remember what our minister
said last Sunday, that the end of life is
the true ties, Of its greatness. Now
Alexander Of Macedon killed himself
with drunkenness, and Bonapare was
shut up on desolate island, like q
chained wild beast, ill he died.
Il am sorry 10 see you so prejudiccd,
John, and with such narrow mind. -
! doubt whether you are capable of adj
miring heroes. You had better by all
means, be farmer. suppose your
highest ambition would be 10 break a
pair Of steers, or ride dull car, horse
to market
The voice Of the farmer was now
heard from an adjoining apartment.--
Boys 60 to bed
So ended that night their conversation
on martial glory. They seldom s,,ong-
ly disagreed on any other subject.
Let US now pass over fifteen years,
and return again to the season OF win
ter.
BY the same hearth gbwed a cheer
ful 6rc, from the same window lamp
threw its far streaming rays. The farm
house seemed scarcely altered, save that
little more moss had gathered upon its
roof But among its inmates were
proofs that the fashion Of this world
pusseth away ......
The good farmer and his wife had ta-
ken up their abode in q narrower house,
and their long sleep upon a more lowly
bed. They had finished their course
in peace, and were laid in tende, yemen,-
branee among the neighboring villagers.
In the arm chair which they used to oe-
cupy, were seated another couple +; the
eldest son and his wife. a babe lay in
the cradle, and two little ones heard
breathing quietly in the swee, sleep Of
childhood. A winiry storm RACES with
out. As strong blast shook The case
ment ,be former said, H.f
Il cannot help thinking OF my poor
brother, in such cold, bad night Yet
so many years have past since any IL
dings Of him have reached US, and his
way of life is so full Of dangers tina, per.
haps he may be numbered with the
dead
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