The voice of freedom. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1839-1848, 1848-07-13
From the Boston Mail.
A LEGEND OF INDIAN ORCHARD.

~ LENiSND w INDIAN OhOuAkD.
Another legend and less mournful one
reads thus. Many years since an orphan
girl had been taken by a man and his wife
into the bosom of their family and kindly
reared. The man was not well off as to the
worlds goods but they were rich in hearts
wealth and ministcred to her of its abundance
without stint. The friendlcss orphan forsa-
ken by her kin and having no claims upon
any one, soon found herself bound to them by
a sympathys of kindly creation. A sympa-
thy that all have faculty of creating, whose
hearts have look southwark, and are open
to the noon of nature This couple had a
son year or two older than the orphan of
their adoption, From the first introduction
of the orphan into the family the son had
been fayorably impressed with her appear
ancc and as she developed in beauty and in
grace he became inscnsibly attached to her.
The attachment was not reciprosated in kind,
hers being Of more sistcrly nature. This
young man had been employed in some ca
prcity that had given him ingress and cgrcss
to counting room of 4 wealthy house.
Some months afterwards tin trunk contain
ing bills to the amount Of some hundreds sud-
denly disappeared. A reward was offered
for the recovery Of the money and conviction
Of the thief Months elapsed and the reward
was unclaimed. One night letter contain
ing the bills was placed in the merchants
hands by a yelled and muf1led female who
Immediately disappeared. The letter read
thus: Honorcd Sir, am authorized by the
rcpcntant young man who purloincd the bills
enclosed, 10 return them to YOU The only
recompense / ask for my agency, is that you
make no attempt to fathom the mystery of
their restoration. Should you, sir make any
discovery MS 10 who was the author of their
abstraction | pray you to remember, that to
err is human, to forgive divine.
Some days after the merchant had been
perambulating Indian orchard in search of
stray cow. Wearicd with fruitless cndeavors
he sought repose upon the banks of the stream
beneath the spreading brrnches of an elm.
Whilst resting, his eye roycd over the en-
charing wilderness around. Soon he was
attracted by figure who executed an errend
that, fragment of life as it was, it convinced
him that the beautiful lay not wholly in the
outward world, but that
In deeds and in motives untold by the tongue,
BY chisel mcarved, by poets unsung-
The beautiful lived in the depths Of the soul.
The object that appeared was the yelled
She bore beneath her cloak the tin trunl;
which she filled with stones and sunk in the
stream she then departed wholly uncon-
scious that there was any one in that, then
obscure, place observing. The next morn
ing, the merchant not to be outdonc in gcncr-
GUS purpose by an orphan, sent for her bcne-
factors son, and impaired to him his knowl-
edge of his deviation from right. The young
man proving as he anticipated, repcntant OF
this his first offence, he engaged him at q
good salary as his head clerk. 1t was no.
bic kindness in the merchant to peril his
worlds goods for a souls restoration to right,
and it was esteemed so by the yourg rfan.--
He was deeply grateful to the merchant for
having faith in his good intentions and aiding
him to fulfil them, and he served him with
fidelity and zeal untiring. Tire young mans
love for the orphan knew no decrease, but he
felt that his soul was scared by this his first
offence and that there would be no union be-
tween it and her. innocence, therefore he
never brcathed his love. She, however, be-
came aware of the state Of his mind from the
good mother, and knowing that,
GOOD withheld is poverty,
Bearing souls to perjury"
she resolved to waive ceremony and propose
their union. 1T was great thought IN her,
for she had to school her heart to love him,
and the thought became a noble act when she,
four years after the delivery of her letter
knclt at the altar and became his welded
wife. 1t was favorable quotation Of hers
that
"Mcn might be better if we better deemed
OF them. The worst way to improve the world
Is to condemn it, Man may overget
Delusion-not despair"