The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1847-06-05

NAMED she had refused. Now, how
ever, there was nc alternative. Hen.
gist House was nc more a place fol
her; and without a relative in the world
to whom she could appeal, the orphan
had no other resort but to throw her.
self into her lovers arms. According.
Iy the young couple were married.
And now began their sorrows.
% The rage of Sir James, on hearing oil
this union almost killed him. His pas.
sions were always violent, but they
now seemed fendish. He swore that
he would disinherit his son, and imme.
diately cut off the allowance he had
hitherto a~llowedhis heir. The appeals
of the offenders were in vain. The
father was memorable. He wished to
see them starve to death, he said, and
then he could surrender lite willingly.
The letters which Mary, Unknown to
her husband, wrote almost daily, were
returned unopened. Every n who
might have otherwise assisted them.
was turned against them by the power.
ful influence Of the angry father, and in
less than three months, the young heir
found himself literally starving in the
heart of London. His education, how
ever, had not been neglected, and he
sought among the book sellers for en-
ployment, determined not to give up in
dispair. Fora long time he was un-
successful, but finally found a paltry
job, on which he managed TO live, I'M
til his wife presented him with a love-
ly babe. After this, all means of regu-
lar subsistence deserted him. Yet he
struggled on, endeavoring, when in the
presence Of his wife, to keep upa cheer
ful countenance, and almost consoled
for his u~navailins struggles during the
day, by her sweet welcome and the
smile of his babe at evening. But as
winter approached, and his last guinea
vanished, the iron began to enter into
his soul. Several times he made abor-
tive attempts to soften his father; and
his wife also secretly tried for aid in
the same quarter, but in vain. For
more than a week they had now sub.
on their credit at a green gro.
shop, but this could not last long,
and the almost distracted husband
knew not where to turn, when, unex-
pectedly, this note arrived from his
His heart was full of high hopes,
MINGLED with sorrowful feelings, as
ne hurried through the tempest. The
knowledge that his only parent was on
lis death bed awoke all the associa-
ions Of childhood, bringing back the
when his father doated on him.
The subsequent h~arshness of his pa
'ent was forgotten, and with the glad
lope that he was going to receive and
forgiveness, the son proceeded
breathless to his early home.
The massive doors swung open at
lis knock, the well-known servant ush-
red MIN de%ferentially through the hall,
whispered consultation was held at
he sick mans door, and then he was
to enter.
With a p~aIpitating hearthe had wait
d during the delay, and now he rush
d in, all eagerness to be reconciled to
is dying parent. He saw nothing but
form supported on pillows, and the
ale face of the invalid, and in an in
tant he was on his knees beside the
ed and had clasped the sick mans
and in his, while tears gushed from
i'm like rain; for in that moment, with
10 re%collections OF childhood had come
ack all its softness. But the hand
,as rudely jerked back, and a scornful
met his ear.
"Ha! ha!-you have come, thinking
am about to make you my herr" be-.
an the sick man, shave you? And
} you begin playing your part in this
ray! | have sent for you for another
'ason, as you shall learn, you villain"
The young heir started to his feet.
[e could scarcely believe his ears
ould those brutal words, that scorn-
laugh proceed from a dying man.,
nd that man his parent? He stared
lcredulously at those around, and then
the face Of the invalid, but though he
lad pity on the former, hate distorted
lie latter. Again the parent laughed
.leeringly.
$50 you came here thinking | was
bout making you my heir, eh? Did
our wife and child, sir, come along,
'exult in my halls before | am coldW
"Father-father-" said tho young
an, imploringly, as yet bewilderedb by
is strange scene. h
"Don't call me father, you unnatural I
said the invalid, half rising in /
d, and shaking his clenched hands,
You have brought me to this-you
we, you rascal. But I'll have my re- i
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