The voice of freedom. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1839-1848, 1847-12-16
tendent and all, to wonder at the extraordi-

tendcnt and all, to wonder at the extraordi.
nary change.
Charles and Julia continued to bestow
their one dollar gifts for the benefit of their
Young friends, until they had the satisfaction
of seeing two individuals through their means
become the most intelligent, virtuous and
agreeable of the whole village. Their attach
ment did not abate as their years increased.
AS young ladies and gentlemen, they took
their stand high in society, for virtue can
never fail to give the posscssor pre-eminence.
Amid the honors paid to the intelligence and
amiability Of their youth, William and Mary
did not forget their origin neither did
Charles and Julia relax that love for their
fellows which seemed so active portion OF
their character.
Under brilliant prospects, they all settled
down i'll active life, with companions pleasant
and happy as they. Every thing smiled about
them, hearty friends rallied around, and all
delighted in their society.
Years passed of uninterrupted prosperity.
William Jennison became independent, and
Charles Lambert added to his patrlmony.
Their unbending integrity secured them bust
ness; their pleasantness of intercourse, with
all their kindness and sympathy towards the
poor and afflicted, acquired for them the adj
miration of their fellows.
Years still passed. William became veal
thy, but Charles met reverse. One of
those unforeseen accidents, which cannot be
avoided by man, stripped him of all, and left
him pennyless. Wealth not being his god,
as it is of too many, he cared nothing for his
loss, only as it diminished his power of doing
good, and of properly training up the family
entrusted to his charge. Having done BUSH
ness upon the ready pay principle, his con-
science was at ease, for he lowed no man any
thing
But he had a wife, sons and daughters, and
it was beyond his power to support and eda-
cate them The thought that his family must
live upon the cold and pinching charity Of a
selfish world was any thing but agreeable to
one who had heretofore had an overlooking
abundance of every thing needful. But still
more aggravating was the thought that his
children must grow up without good educa-
ton, which he had thought more of bequeath-
ing to them than gold, silver, houses and
lands. In this extremity, the one dollar ap-
peared to his relief in the person of William
Jennison, who seemed glad of an opportunity
benefactor of his boyhood. Again he kin
ulcu INC drucHI - IlllldtnlCo Vi U'iOi Jo"'ii'"i
hearts. The scene of heavenly sweetness
enacted in the shattered residence of Mr.
Jennison many years previous, appeared be-
fore them again in all its reality. The moth
er and aged grandfather were TRANSPORTED
before them. Mr. Jcnnison thrillingly shook
the hand of his unfortunate friend, and with
tears gathering on his eyelids, said:
81 thank God for an opportunity of paying
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yourself no uneasiness on account of your
loss, for your family shall be supported and
your children educated, even better than my
own"
Mr.. Lambert could only reply, God bless
you, my beloved Jennison," and the wife re-
peated the blessing, and the children gather
cd around him as one sent from heaven to
repair their misfortunes.
"Consider me not benefactor," returned
Jennison, for l owe my all, and my respect
ability and wealth, to your youthful kindness
to boy and his dear sister, whose parents
were too poor to fit them for school,
Thus, as the one dollar" gift so nobly eX-
pended increased hundred fold the happi-
ness Of their youth, so now the adversely of
Mr.. Lambert enhanced hundred fold their
Joys in manhood; and they felt what they
had appreciated before, the reality of those
pleasures which spring from deed of good,
ness. How true is it, that
"Glorious acts moro glorious acts inspire,
And catch from heart to heart the living fire."
No one ever regretted an act of charity
Every kindness to our fellow man adds anoth-
er star to our armament, to shine upon the
rugged pathway Of life. Kindness is
"The souls pure essence,
That transmits its bright and spotless name,
When the vile trunk is rotten"