Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1848-07-20

with whom Fanny was still boarding, an hour or
so after little Henry had been dressed up to take
walk-where, the mother did not know or think,
=" the good Friend, who was here this MORN
ing says you must ride out. He has brought a
carriage for you-it will do you good l know
He is very kind, Come, get yourself ready"
Mrs. Logan was lying upon her bed.
81 do not feel able to get up" she replied
" do not wish to ride out"
"Oh yes, you must go. The pure, fresh air,
and the change will do you more good than me-
dicine. Come, Mrs. Logan, l will dress little
Julia for you. She needs the change as much
as you do"
Where is Henry!' asked the mother
He has not returned yet. But come The
carriage is waiting at the door,
Won't you 90 with meW
" j would with pleasure-but | cannot leave
home have so much work to do'
After a good deal of persuasion, Fanny at
length made the effort to get herself ready TO go
out. She was so weak, that she tottered about
the floor like one intoxicated But the woman
with whom she lived, assisted and encouraged
her, until she was at length ready to go. Then
the Quaker came up to her room, and with the
tenderness and care of father, supported her
down stairs, and when she had taken her place
in the vehicle, entered with her youngest child
in his arms, and sat by her side speaking to her
as he did so, kind and encouraging words.
The carriage was driven slowly for a few
squares, and then slipped. Scarce had the mo-
ton ceased when the door was suddenly open
ed, and Mr. Crawford stood before his daughter
My poor child p he said, in tender, brok-
en- voice, as Fanny, overcome by his unexpected
appearance, sunk forward into his arms.
When the suffering young creature opened her
eyes again, she was in her own room in her own
home Her father sat by her side, and held one
of her hands tightly. There were tears in his
eyes, and he tried to speak, but though his lips
moved, there came from them no artlculate sound.
" Do you forgive me, father? Do you love
me, father :" said Fanny, in tremulous whisper,
half rising from her pillow, and looking eager
almost agonizingly into her fathers face.
" have nothing to forgive" murmured the
father, as he drew his daughter towards him, SC
that her head could lie upon his bosom.
" But do you love me, father? Do you love
me as of old % said the daughter.
He bent down and kissed her; and now the
tears fell from his eyes, and lay warm and glist
ening upon her face.
" As of old, he murmured, laying his cheek
down upon that of his child, and caspng hel
more tightly in his arms The long pent-uE
waters of affection were rushing over his sou
and obliterating the marks of pride, anger, anc
the iron will that sustained them in their crue
dominion. He was no longer a strong man
stern and rigid in his purpose; but child, witt
a loving and tender heart
There was light again in his dwelling; mo-
the bright light Of other times, for now the rays
we're heowed Bnt it was light. And there
was music again; not so joyful, but it was music
and its spell over his heart was deeper, and it
influence more elevating.
The man with the iron will and stern purpose
was subdued, and the power that subdued him
was the presence of little child.