The Lancaster gazette. (Lancaster, Ohio) 1846-1852, 1847-10-01
5elttte0 Gale.
From Hooitts Journal.
CANKER AND THE CURE.

WlSeSl dllu p"OfIOunueSL dWy6fS on the III
dicial bench; to say nothing ofhis extra
Ordinary research amidst such ethic doc
%trines as relate to the origin of evil; to
say nothing that these doctrines were al.
ways stated by him so precisely and logi-
calIy that the minutest link in the chain
of causation never showed a flaw; TO say
nothing that he had espied the very top.
most bough of the goodly tree of sin, aud
dug down lin his own op%inion) nearer to
its far-hidden and obscure root than any
other man; to say nothing Of these things,
he SO viewed all reformatory law for crime
as twattle from the human school of phi
losophy, that had he his own stern will,
every statute and every law against the
criminal should have been burnt, and re-
placed by those two tangible and sum-
mary processes for curing evil-the hal
ter and the gibbet.
Thirteen years ago this very next Lent
term, the baron had gone circuit to the
north. His old clerk Rednot had gone
circuit too, and old 10 Bottle, who pri-
dedhimself upon having beenthe Judges
servant forty-two years, had taken coach
that very morning to visit some country
relatives. None were left in the dull
old house but the maid of all-work and
the cook, and the housekeeper, summed
up in the person of Becky; for the Judge
had neither a grand house, a grand equip,
page (for an old jobbing coach had taken
him down to Westminster, and on circuit
for the last twenty years, nor many SER
wants; but simply a very grand library,
every book in understanding to the
full-united opinions of Rednot, Bottle, and
Becky-he knew by, heart, from its first
letter to its colophon; excepting certain
books on a certain right hand shelf of the
large book case, at which he had been
seen to smile so sarcastically and so Of
ten, that they were supposed to contain
opinions not worth a farthing to the great
mintage Of the Judges mind; but were
doubtless simple, irrevelest, and untrue.
Be this as it may-upon this certain NOR
ming, Becky, whose simple heart knew
no bounds in its reverence and duty to
her stern master, was busy in the library,
when her ear was caught by the low voice
off child outside of the area rails. She
had at that moment lifted from the libra
ry table an old fashioned massive silver
inkstand, and turning round saw there
was a wretched, sharp.faced child who
probably was attracted by her cap,as seen
bove the window blinds, and stopped to
beg. Her kindly thoughts in a moment
were travelling fast between the two
pence in her pocket and the hot roll left
in the oven for Joe's breakfast, when
the postman's quick rap was heard at the
hall door. 1t was a letter from her mas
ter, Becky was sure, and all in an
anxious tremor-for ThraShem wrote but
seldom when from home, and then only
on some ardentpoint-she hurried breath
lessly to answer the door, with the buster
and inkstand yet in her hand. Recog-
nizing her masters stiff, straight charac-
tiers on the letter and, as the postage was
10 pay, she, in the anxious absence ofthe
moment, set down the buster and the
inkstand on the step, while she dived
down for the purse into the hidden mys.
teries of her capacious pocket. The
poslman was leaning carelessly on the
area railiugs looking down the street; and
when she had stepped to him, giving him
the money, and com back again, the ink
stand vas gone, the silver inkstand that
the Judge priced SO highly! In the first
moment of doubt and establishment, she
knew not what to think: but recollecting
the keen-faced child, who but the in
slant before had been in sight, she hur.
ried from the door, and looking down the
street, and calling upon the postman to
follow her. saw the child running onward
with breathless speed. The postman's
quick step however was a match; he seiz.
ed upon the thief just as she had thrust
the inkstand between the ragged strip OF
shawl that hung about a girl some two OF
three years older than herself. To hall
cry with Joy was Becky's first impulse
when the inkstand was again safe; to
tremble at the Bare thought ofthe Judges
stern displeasure, had it been lost; to al
most sink in heart at the idea of one doub'
upon her longtried honesty; all these fol
the instant were paramount; but all sunk
into mere nothingness, or rather were
merged into one feeling of womanly and
simple mercy, when she glanced down
upon the child's upturned face of terror
hunger and pain.
"You--!" commenced the post.
man.
"Had no wittles," spoke the child sui
lenly.
These words robed the heart of the
Judges honest servant of its last touch
of anger. She said something about let.
ting the child GO; but too late. A crowd
had collected, a policeman had stepped
in. aud the thief in a few minutes was
locked safely in the station house.
1t was a sorrowful night that, to the
compassionate heart of Becky though hel
fire was bright, her tea good, and the bar
bel from the little street hard by hac
stepped in to talk the matter over with
her. And she was still more sad the
next day, when in her best gown she
courtesied to the magistrate of the police
court, and saw the child in the dock, more
haggard and pale. The case was fully
proved. "My good woman" spoke the
magistrate in his kindest voice, 81 know
your master would prosecute this case tc