The voice of freedom. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1839-1848, 1847-10-07
on whose forehead mild,

and although not so bewitching in appearance
Lois, she certainly was the most in
ateresting. Irene, as might have been expec
ted, felt herself highly flattered, as Mrs. S
introduced her to her future pupils
The time had now arrived for Jameson
and Junius to fulfill their engagement at the
Club. And as the clock announced the hour
Of eight, they wound their way up Goric
street, and entered the well-known retreat
Junus stationed himself at the door, on the
outside, ready to assist his young friend should
he not meet with kind reception. Walking
with firm step to the end of the room where
the honorable Club were in session, Jameson
bowed respectfully, and thus addressed them :
Companions come not here this evening
to take part in your games, but to warn
you of your approaching peril. come to en-
treat you to desert this abode of wickedness
and misery, and return to your homes AS
he said these words, furious cast overspread
[ the countenances of all. Leslie feared them
not, and continued; 'Ah you smile malig-
nantly upon mel see it. But when you
have stood by death.bed and seen a kind
parent writing in the agonies Of death
when you, by your lawless conduct, have con-
signed to the cold earth a mother ever dear
and INSTRUMENTATION you have cast upon
this wide world young and innocent sister,
fatherless and motherleSs-when you have
buried in guilty oblivion the honor Of once
prosperous and respectable lamily-thcn, 0
then, you will shrink from the monster that
now stares in your faces Undoubtedly you
are confident this is not the result Of these
evening turmoils. So |, basking in the eva
nescent sunshine of hilarity and recklessness,
dreamed not Of the clouds knitting them
selves in terrible preparation, over my head
and as | wandered far from home i thought
not Of danger, until the storm burst forth in
its fury, and my path was shrouded in dark
ness! 0 the wretehcd hour! How often
have thought twas passing strange, why
high Heaven has not dashed me to the earth
with its thun1erbolts of revenge, fop the hu-
man misery have made! To-day, I have
stood over the grave Of my mother,- to-mor-
row, peradventure, death will sound its SOL
emn knell in the ears OF my dear sister, whose
heart is nearly broken with grief, and whose
pulses beat to the measures Of decay. Can it
can it be, that the influence Of this Club
has thus so early nippcd a tender bud No!
it cannot-shall not be! she shall yet live to
shield me from the cunning attacks of vice,
and calm my passions billow with gentle
words. My friends, here is a resolution pre-
palcu ny tIldC slalCE; Wy WtliSH L HAVE ucCcl-
mined to abide the remainder of my life
lie took from his pocket the paper, and laid
it before them, And now, companions, would
you add to the happiness Of the most tender
being ever born, consider and pass this rcso-
luton.
Read tread it ? they exclaimed.
4 read-lsten. Resoiced, That WE WILL
NEVER AGAIN GAMBLE, OR ENTER A GAM
IN
have heard it and all who are in favor of
passing this resolution, will throw up their
caps. Every cap but one, was dotted, while
a loud and animated huzzah rang through the
room. Jack Carter remained silent. AT the
earnest request of all, save Jack, the resolu-
ton was fixed upon the door, with the name
Of each member, save jacks name, sub
scrbed This being done, they dispersed in
good cheer-with the exception Of Jack Car
ter, who remained behind, not wishing to
tread Goric street in bad company.
Never WAS there a more happy meeting
than that between Jameson and Irene. AS
she related to him the tale of her success, her
words seemed a new existence to his life. !
And then, how glad she smiled as he informed
her Of his "scrape with her resolution"
CHAPTER III.
Kind Reader! thanks, a thousand in num-
Der, | tender you, for your patience in follow /,
ing, thus far, the traces of my grey goose
quill. This chapter must necessarily be a
short one. Why because, nearly all l
have to say, is, that Jameson Leslie on the !
day following the events related in the last
chapter, was again received into the Office Of
Judge Summers, where he applied himself to
close study, like one Sir Mathew Hale, with .
a view to make up for lost time--tor time /
spent in idle dcbauchery.' lie was soon adj
mitted member of the bar; and his first
plea-in defence of Jack Carter, for an at !.
tempt at forgery--was attended with clever
success.
One thing more. Something with regard
to Irene, is it not ? Yes. 1t is summer now
and let US visit the family Of the Judge, at
their beautiful country-seat Their cup Of
happiness is nearly full. Surrounded by YER
dant meadows and forests-cheered by the |
continual mutteringS of clear brook that
dashes past their door, mcandarng along
through its margin of fowers--awaliened i'll
the mora by the caroling of natures song
stels; while the voice of sad Philomel announ-
ccS the presence Of pensiYe eye-suTounded |
by such rural scenes, how can they but real
ize happiness the most celestial Who |
would exchange such an elysian abode for
one in the city, where every zephyriS tainted
with dire disease
JANUS was not long a stranger to the iasc!-
mating qualities OF Irene. He admired her
gentle and winning ways-he listened with
delight to her sweet and PLAIN
tive voice--hc loved to converse with one so
fair and learned as She And she delighted
to hear him rehearse, in clear and mellow
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