Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1847-10-27

will zgo-where thou dwellest, Twill dwell
thy people shall be my people, and thy
God my God!'' Charles bowed low and
| touched the hand of his preceptor with his
lips; a tear fell upon the book Us he re.
ceived it, but smile fingered in, the eye,
whence the tear had just fallen!" ~..s :.
ssTo you, Harry Melville, this volume,
the Autobiography of one who devoted the
energies of a mind truly great, to the BEN
eft Of his race; who saw no honor in self
emolument, save ms it enabled him to do
good. and no glory in anything thnst added
Inhught to the happiness ofthe world; BEN-i
fJAMiS FRANKLIN is . glorious example for;
the American Youth. ou have been
| reared in affluence; he wrought d name
amid the darkness OF oppression and penu-
ry, and in other times than these-but the
name was lettered in light, and wreathed
with a garland of lightning, and painted on
the darkest cloud of his earthly prospect.
Selfreliance, perseverance, and generous
spirit were,his sole heritage. May they
also be your's.'' The brow of Harry had
dark ened from the moment Charles victory
was announced, and it grew darker as the
preceptor went on. He stood haughiily
before him, and when he extended his hand,
as if to receive the book, he suffered il to
fall upon the carpet. He stopped not, but
was turning proudly away, when a hand.
: laid lightly upon his arm, arrested the mo-
ton. 1t was Frances. Removing the
wreath from her head, she placed it in his
hand, and quick as thought, stepped back
from between the youthful rivals, and lift
ing the hand of Charles, gently cfasped his
fingers over the wreathed ring! No word
] was spoken, but there was eloquence in the
act that touched the hearts Of all, as they
stood there, side BY side, the two youths;
and Harry felt, keenly felt, the fragrant re.
buke. 1t was tho act not Of 10 school girl
but of an angel. Again Harry was hum
bled, and again he vowed vengeance upon
the widows son! :. All! if the advocates OF
I'srewards'' but knew how much misery
there is in the gilded gift-if they could
see the shaft ranking in the hidden heart.
and the poison infusing itself, with every
pulsation, to every nerve and fibre Of the
whole man-could they see the sweet wa.
ters Of the young spirit embittered and em.
bittering, till there is nothing to which
they can be likened, but the fountain oi
Marah, would they continue to offer the
bribe and educate the traitor in the school
room? They would not-we are sure
they could not do it. -....e--...-
! Fhe valedictory was pronounced; the
pageant passed away; but the impression il
produced, was destined to remain forever.
How many hopes were blighted-how ma
ny thoughts Of envy were awakened-how
many sleepless pillows were pressed that
night we cannot tell, but we do know that
it tinted the thread of more than one life,
and that in after years, more than one
glance, with tear in it, was cast toward
that evening hour! Frances returned to
s'W oodland Height" the widows son was
lost in the great world; eight years had fled
and Harry Melville sat in No. 46, and in
dited the letter, one Of whose passages IN
iroduced him to the reader He had vowed
vengeance against Charles. and he forgot
not the vow. How tenaciously the human
heart clings to evil Us to its own! Harry
wrote on, and the widows son occupied his
thought and his pen; "by the way, what
has become of that poor devil, Miller? Is
he still picking up chips for that old grand.
mother of his, or has he hanged himself? l
hope not, for have an account to adjust
with him yet. With his grave looks and
his first prizes he had his day. Mine will
come soon and then-pshaw! he is not
worth the paper am devoting to him.
What splendid fellow that Brooks Of
Louisiana, is! c. NJ. Brooks think they
call him. How clear his thoughts-how
transparent his language. I shall study
law; wouldn't it be pleasure to practice in
a Court where he presldes2 l have al
ways intended to 60 south and to Louisiana
too. They say he is very young man.
scarcely older than myself, and Judge;
vet here am in old as! Thank Heaven
bid adieu to these dusty halls, throw uE
r the dictionary and the dull lecture, breathe
freely and be man tomorrow. l wonder
, if this Brooks is related to my Frank
> Who knows but it may be the making o
$ me. Perhaps you think me enthusiastic
+ but have just been reading on oration o
i his, and cannot suppress the feeling. Pray
write me about that Miller-how Frankly
. is. for have not heard from her in an age,
. and believe me,
r Yours as ever,''
t tsHARRY MELVILLE"
, Thus wrote Harry Melville, eight years
I. after his introduction to the reader. Th'
e. linements of character were now indurated
4 He had became the helpless slave of I
e passion, and every energy Of his soul wa
j, put forth in the service of the tyrant -
+. Charles had became student in the ofic'
Q Of an eminent practitioner in a neighborin'
it vllage,and his unwearied industry and no
BILE spirit had won for him ''golden opinion
$ from all sorts of people:'' Frances had jus
e bulshed into the full bloom of woman
a hood, the delight and the ornament
:, "W oodland Height" The attentions q
/. Harry had been received with courtesy; hi
!, letters had been answered, but rather 70
i the sake of sauld lang syne" than from tn
;; prompting of any sentiment more tender
n His vanity however had blinded him to tn
is real state of her heart and he already nun
1t bered the lovely heiress among his appliar
}. ces for self.aggrandizement. During HI
l. absence from the village OF L., Charles ho
oncIo