Herald of the times, and Rhode Islander. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1846-1849, 1848-08-03

Oh how Marion wept, that her boy was gone,
and she could not take him to her father thai
he might love and bless her child
Her father died in her arms, with his hand
IN that of her husband, and they buried him in
The old family burylng ground, and raised a
costly pillar al the head Of his grave And BY
its side a neat and beautifully scbulptured monu-
mclt was erected, bearing only the words
'OUR FiRsT-BoRN.'
They were in memory of the loved and lost
child.
Twenty years they seem long in prospect
long III passlng-but oh how short when
gone. Twenty years passed over the heads of
Marion aud Harry Lee, and no other child was
born to them. But little girl-another Mar
ion--a daughter of one of fiarrys sisters who
died, was taken TO their hearts to fill the void
there. They had returned to the old mansion
of her fathers, where they continued to reside
Time, brought its healing to their wounded
spirits, and they mingled again with the world
~ if no child had been sundered. The little
Marion grew up to be beautiful women, and
loycd-loyed a stranger She met him on one
OF their summer journeys, and had been with
him amongst the beautiful and noblest scenes
OF our country and listened to his voice, breath
lug out those glowing words that only come
from heart full oi love for Nature in her grand
est scenes, and which soon win their way to
the heart Of such woman as our young Mar
ION. But no one knew who he was and
though his attentions 10 her were alway Of the
tcndcrcst kind, and revealed TO her as plainly
as words the workings of his heart and 10
others, still he had never spoken TO her of him
s"fnor his love.
Harry and his wife were sitting in their
room one evening, a, the hotel n---,wherc
they had heen spending few days, and Mar
ion had gone out with the stranger.
] canno, but feel little apprehension for
cur Mlrion,' said Harry TO his wife That
her heart is deeply interested in this stranger,
no one can fail too see.'
- Do you fear that she will do as did, Harry
said she, with a smile, which he returned.
Oh no only fear iha, het heart may be
too much taken with him 10 bear up If she
should be disappointed. He seems to be a
worthy young man, but who is he y
lie il your namcsake, at any rate, Harry,
for that is his name. IL would be a strange
coincidence, as they say-anolher Harry and
Marion : and she laughed at the thought.
Would it not be well to speak to her on
the subject You must remember she belongs
t, my side of the house, and has not the heart
OF Marion Anderson to sustain dlsappont-
n ent'
No. no. said she do not fear for her,
and have formed so high an opinion of him
that should be sorry TO believe his soul is not
all honor
At this moment Marion entered, leaning on
The arm OF the stranger.
This lady tells me, Mr.. Lee. said he,
that you are to leave for your home in the
morning
Such is certainly our intention, replied Mr..
Lee.
Then, lte as it's said the stranger |
must beg you still to hear an explanation wish
10 make, and Il which We shall not probably
have an opportunity in the morning.
Anything that concerns yourself shall lis
ten TO with pleasure, said Mr. Lee.
Il viii return in a moment he said, aud
left the room.
MariOn-I call the younger lady BY this
name--was gone when he returned. Perhaps
rae anticipated the object of his communication
Ia her uncle, and young ladies do not like to
receive proposals in public. The stranger
held in his hand bundle, and took his seat in
front of Mr.. Lee.
The communication, said he, which am
about to make Ia ypu is one in which feel a
deep interest, and much ofmy future happiness,
] will not say all, depends upon the result of it,
He paused moment as if to collect himself,
ani then proceeded with an unhesitating voice
and frank manner, that at once impressed his
auditors in his favor.
! love your neice Mr. Lee. You must
already have noticed this in my attentions 10
her, though TO her have never yet breathed a
word in reference to it. Perhaps have done
wrong in what have done, for am strang-
er to you all, and to myself. ! know not who
I ~ IL L.. I,l
possession for many years, is the only record
have of my parentage, and is in truth very
insufficient one, even when my history is told
As he said this he opened the bundle, which
s9cmad to consist ofscyeral packages. From
the first he drew out number ofsmall articles,
the ornnen,s of childs dress. The next
revealed the dress of a child. lie was proceed
ing to open another, when, with the cry Of
agony, Marion sprung from her seat, and selz-
ing the lllilc dress, exclaimed
Where did you get this Oh ! tell me, tell
mc--whcrc did you get it My boy my poor
ltllc Harry
Thy are his own, our dear boys, said Mr..
Ice. his voice choking with emotion.
What do YOU recognize y inquired the
stranger, himself not less affected.
They were my sons my little Harry's,
Mho Was drowned more than twenty years ago.,
said Marion Lee.
They were mlne, too, AT that very time,
he frplled.
NV SONNY lost son = and she tainted in
r.le arms of her recovered child.
Ii was, indeed. he. There could be no
doubt of it, Aud after Marion was restored to
consciousness, and the first bewllderment of
the discovered had passed away, they sat down
to hear thc conclusion of his story. lie con-
tInu,d
Il was brought upin Canada near the northern
shore of Lake Ontario, by a wealthy man who
gave me his own name, and who died about
a year since, leaving me all his property. He
often told me that was not his son but that
one morning, many years since, he had gone
down 10 the lake, when he saw an Indian
landing his canoe on tho beach, and with hlm
child two years DID, crying bitterly. From
the appearance of the child he knew that he
must have been stolen, and he succeeded in
obtaining him from the Indian. was that
child, and as he had no children, he treated me
~ his own. These clothes aud trinkcts he
cdrlully preserved, and often told me, IN after
years, they may be the means of my finding my
parents. knew no father but him, and never
fiji desire 10 know or find one TIL he died. .