Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1847-07-28

t lightning, laugh at the thunder's roar-but
J, piller not from that man that
"--which ne'er enriches thee,
But makes him pocr indeed.'
i CHAPTER III.
GAlas! alas! to pass in peace
Thro' worlds so chill and lone,
! The throbbing pulses should be steel!
And the-heart should be of stone"
well, really whispered Mrs. Trump,
in low under tone, 4 think this report is
calculated to injure the Murray much
indeed Itsalways worries me Wien saell
arc III rif IA ahout la tssfT
9tanges. s;
III am lraid' It has already returned her
companion trying to look sympathetic
well, it's world Of pity they ever cul-
tivated blue beans, since it has created so
much talk. It is new tangled vegetable
any how, and must-h come from some
new tangled place, which was not on the
maps when went to school,
They are greatly to blame, Mrs Trump,
for not keeping better equilibrium of
temper and common sense than to let such
trivial affair make them act in manner
which has covered them with shame. They
have the worlds unqualified censure, and
more's the pity
'Well, Mr.. Soss, you know, as for my
part, must acknowledge have but very
little experience about such things. and
generally relate them as they are told, to
me-
Yes, Mrs. Trump, I know you are very
tractable, and very amiable, wish we had
more characters like you, and there would
be no more tooth mugs b roke over servants
heads in blue bean fracas.'
= y
The blue bean fracas,' which excited
particularly the brain of Mr.. Soss, who was
one ofthe gossippers that in(est every CON-
munity, arose from the following facts. A
tureen of blanc mango, (some six months
before the conversation related)wa broken
by the carelessness Of servant in the Gull
nary department at Murray grove. And
Pauline like every other domestic and eco
nomical housewife gave hasty words Of rep
rimand which fell in the hearing of little
girl who come to beg milk. And unaccus-
toned to the name Of the broken vessel,
and also the table delicacy, the little fores-
ter caught the sound, and related the Cir
cumstances very foreign from the fact,
which upon further atmospherical circu-
lation, became more and more vicious, re-
flecting more and more contempt upon the
pigmy mind, which can be entertained with
such frivolous gossip.
CHAPTER ".
How long, my sweet GIRL said Charles
Murray in teasing mischief humor, 'has
it been since you paid your last visit to the
cave?'
NE quid minis, Charles, replied his CON-
panion playfully, 'but were | to indulge in
the laws of retaliation, | should most un-
undoubtedly whisper, honi soft qui NAL y
pense, in remembrance Of your interesting
catastrophe this morning.
You have learned the new song, Pauline,
and found that exhaustless source of love,
analogous to the supposed qualities of the
Philosophers stone, that turns all to gold;
and | think you might heed the inquiries Of
one whose veal is so nearly allied to your
own, and tell me candidly, if you intend in
another trip thitherwards.'
| Charles, you have at last wounded me
with your ceasless tauntings.'
May! Pauline,
|
And more in jest than earnest spoken,
Werel to note each breath l heard,
My heart would soon be chang'd or brokenr
Did the man call for that poor woman's
rent? changing to more serious tone con-
tinued Pauline 'and one who occupies my
heart
Long ago, and sent the porter accord
ing to your wishes, with all the necessary
articles, and am in hopes she will be made
comfortable
ooh Charles returned Pauline, table
luxuries could not make any one comfor-
table in that hovel. If reflected upon the
extremes of wealth, and poverty, the afflu.
ence of the despot, and the indigence oft the
humble, without believing man is always
agent in his own, or his fellows misery,
my mind would be lost in a labyrinth o
conjecture and doubt
4 wish | could look on the bright side Of
every thing as you do in these latter days
Pauline In fact, | wish [ was a gooc
Christian
4 am reioiced to hear you speak in thai
spirit, more than happy with the hope that
our affection is not for life only, but that il
Will De pei pCtudleu lHlouSuOut OLOl LII -
Yes Charles, we will sit together, and heal
together, the new song over the redeem
ed.
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues
But all their hearts are one.'
Lucy Scone the poor woman alluded tc
in the conversation above, fingered out the
! last years OF her life, rs miserable, as he1
character would dictate. She entertained
, an extravagant opinion Of professiona
gentlemen, and after refusing many, excel
, lent offers among honest tradesmen sh'
5 married a young Physician, unestablsnet
in his profession, who after short life O
f dissipation died Of the drunkard's mani;
: leaving her in a state of the most abjec
e want. Her end was truly comment O
4 admonition upon the old adage, that 'vic
: never fails to have its reward d,' and less
f on of useful instruction to those who ar
+ unhappily thrown upon the beggarly ele
e ments of life before formation of charac
e ter without skillful had to twine the ten
Of