Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1847-08-12

HENRY WARE.
In is about the middle of November
bright, soft day, when the genial spirit of
the year looks back with one of his farewell
smiles. His warm breath has spreao-a sii-
yer haze over the rugged hill-sides. The
mountain-tops are shining-the dried leaves,
bitten off by the frost, turn round and round,
and drop without sound. A rather mar
row, brisk stream runs rapidly, descending
as it goes, till it reaches the rear of neat
one-story house, where, being set back by a
dam below, it seems like plate of FURNISH
ed steel from which a soft vapor is rising
Around its edges is thin coating of ice
indicating the cold of the preceding night
The house stands on the declivty of a hill
that slopes gradually from the road "a hun
dred yards from it, with one end to the riv-
er, the other to the road, and fronting south
Behind it is a little garden patch, which in
its winter adversely shows signs of being
cared for and loved some plants being care
fully tied up, and few covered with old
boxes and barrels. There are some other
signs of refinement, not too common about
the humble dwellings of our country parts ;
vines trained about the low door, and rose
bushes so nicely fitted around the old win
dows that they seem to have come and to
stay of their own accord. Neatness that
good angel Of an humble home, keeping all
right with her ever rustling wings, hovers
round this pretty dwelling. A small wood
pile is laid up, as if by mathematical rule
No litter of any kind is any where to be
seen, and one wonders what the splendid
cock with his pedestrian harem can find to
make them pick SO busily around the sunny
doorway.
1t is but nine o'clock, and morning at that
hour on the fifteenth of November, had hard
ly dawned on luxurious dwellers in great
houses but here how much of the daily
work of life had been accomplished. A
pale, and, in common parlance, unfortun-
ate man, is sitting bostered in any easy
chair, near cheerful fire, his right arm and
leg withered and useless. His wife, a wo-
man with mild, thoughtful face sits near
the window, making vest, and with the
implements of tailoring about her. With
every stitch, and without hindering it, she
turns her eye on the lame man, and address
sing him as country wives use, she says -
"Do you find your paper interesting, faith
erW I" Is it not most time for fathers
drops 2" and the answer is Yes" or NO."
as may be, but always in a cheerful tone,
which, coming from that poor, mutilated
figure, is startling like light suddenly kim
died in darkness. A trip little lass is putting
the last touches to the mornings house
work. She has cleared away the break
fast, skinned the milk, swept up" and
mopped up" and is ready to sit down by
her mother to finish off the work that always
accumulates for Saturday Both father
and mothers eyes often turn to her, and who
would not love to look on face so beaming
with intelligence, SO fresh and cheerful
Never were there prettier or brighter lips,
or more beautiful teeth or, in palace or cot.
tage, more electrifying smile than little
Ruth Hathaway's. Perhaps it derived this
her brow; it was a shadow on rose. There
it fell when her father was brought home
from his new factory with the flesh tori
from his arm and leg, and there it remained
indelible. AS to the rest, the face is prett,
and pleasing, but not beautiful her eye
are rather small and greyish, and her com
plexion, clear and pure, is not brilliant
Her hair not only does not curl, and is mel
ther auburn, chestnut nor raven, but YER
common brown, and only remarkable for tn
neatness with which she arranges it on he
very well-shaped head Ruth is said to
the image of her father, and she rathe
prides herself on this resemblance.
Ralph Hathaway is reckoned by commo
observers, as we have said, an unfortunat
man ;" but could any amount of ill-luck c
calamity make that epithet fitting him who's
temperament is so cheerful that his sun wi
break through the heaviest clouds IL
heart is never-intermittlng fountain OF los
to God, and peace and good will to man.
Ruth, what are you listening for :" asl
ed the father =" | hear nothing but the fa
tory"
f'Nor |, father l wish we did not alwa.
hear that ,-it--"
-" 1t puts you in mind of father accident
know, Ruthy, and so it does me, but the
it sets me off thinking how my life w
spared, and how should never have know
what good woman mother is, but for tn
its not every wife that would care f
such poor rack as | am"
go, father !" exclaimed both mother al
child.
"Well, then, it is not every woman tn
would give up the thoughts of being I
wife of rich agent for a company, mo
out of nice, new house, and stitch, slit
from morning to night to support her fan
ly. Who has right to be cheerful, if | ha
not? | can tell you there's times when
factory makes my thoughts go straight W
Our friend Hathaway's voice was ratf
choked he Cleared it, and added but wi
were you listening to, Ruthy dear %
Why, father, was listening for t
railroad whistle; we always hear it, y
know, when the wind is west"
"Why, heard it, Ruth, when you We
setting up the dishes"
ooh, did you, father then Charli
letter is near the post-oiiice by this time.
"Dont be too sure, my child"
81 can't help being sure, mother, Char
never fails to write when he says he W
and this letter is to tell us whether he c
come home to Thanksgiving, and it's o.
twelve days to that, and shall be just
teen that day"
Eyes, Ruthy," said the father, " co
what may, thanksgiving-day will always
thanksgiving to US"