The voice of freedom. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1839-1848, 1848-07-20

terest Is not each Of the following, story and a
lesson by itself?
RETURN FROM SCHOOL.
\ All rose as l entered but my poor father,
who was always slow in his movements had
the last of me. Uncle Jack had left the very
powerful impression of his great seal ring on
my fingers; Mr.. Squills had patted me on
the shoulder, and pronounced me "wonder
fully grown y my new-found relative had
with great dignity said, " Nephew, your hand,
sir-I am Captain de CaXton;" and even the
tame duck had taken her beak from her wing
and rubbed it gently between my legs, which
was her usual mode Of salutation, before my
father placed his pale hand on my forehead,
and looking at me for a moment with unut-
terabe sweetness, said "Morc and more like
your MOTHERHOOD bless your
A chair had been kept vacant for me be-
tween my father and his brother | sat down
in haste, and with tingling color on my
checks and rising at my throat, so much
had the unusual kindness of my fathers
greeting affected me; and then there came
over me a sense of my own position. was
no longer schoolboy at home for his brief
holiday: had returned to the shelter of the
rooftree, to become myself one of its support
ers. l was at last a man, privileged to aid or
solace those dear ones who had ministered,
as vet without return, to me. This is a very
strange crisis in our life when we come home
" for good." Home seems different thing
before, one has been but sort of guest after
, all, only welcomed and INDUCED, and little
testivitie. hold in honor of the released and
happy child. But to come nono 70. y,~L 70
have done with school and boyhood-is to be
a guest, child, no more. 1t is to share the
everyday life of cares and duties-it is to en-
ter into the condolences of home. Is it not so
| could have buried my face in my hands, and
, wept! y
, his simplicity, had knack now and then Of
, penetrating at once to the heart. | verify
believe he read all that was passing in me a:
: easily as if it had been Greek. He stole hl'
= arm gently around my waist, and whispered
" Hush !"
o A MOTHER-AND WOMAN.
r "And why does Uncle Roland put tina
y absurd French de before his name-and why
], we're my father and he not good friends-an(
). is he married-and has he any children p
Y Scene of this conference-my own llttlt
|, room, new papered on purpose for my return
d for Good-trellis- paper, flowers an(
k Tbirds-all so fresh and so new, and so clean
:, and so gay-with my books ranged in nea
n shelves, and writing-table by the window
and, without the window, shines the still sum
l. mer moon. The window is little open
?, YOU scent the flowers and new-mown hay
IS Past eleven and the boy and his dear moth
e er are all alone.
l. "My dear, my dear you ask so man
l. questions at once"
e "Don't answer them then. Begin at tn
= beginning, as nurse Primmins does with he
TO fairy tales Once on a time"
y "Once on time, then, said my mother
it kissing me between the eyes," once on
r, time, my love, there was certain clergyma
5h in Cumberland, who had two sons; he ha
n but small living, and the boys were
H. make their own way in the world. But clos
e, to the parsonage, on the brow Of hill, ros
lie an old ruin, with one tower left, and thl
IN with half the country round it, had once be
lie longed to the clcrgyman's family; but all ha
a. been sold-all gone piece by piece, you SCI
my dear, except the presentation to the liz
-. ING, (what they call the advowson was sol
20, too,) which had been secured to the last {
:" the family The elder of these sons VIZ
rs your Uncle Roland, the younger was yot
Its father. Now believe the first quarrel aros
w. from inc uDSuTucSb ChllS puoolDIc, do yOt
is father says; but Roland was exceeding
We touchy on all things connected with his al
nd cestors
We Then, my dear mother, must say n
w. uncle is wrong there, so far as common sen:
is concerned; but still, some how or other,
49, can understand it-surely this was not IL
~ only cause of estrangement ?"
Nm My mother looked down, and moved or
MS hand gently over the other, which was hi
d) way when embarrassed. "What was it, m
to own mother ?" said l. coaXingly.
ar al believc-that is, II think that the
oh were both attached to the same young lady
elbow you don't mean to say that n
Q. father was ever in love with any one b,
" your"
eyes, Sisty-yes, and deeply and" at
ded my mother after slight pause, and vii
49, a very low sigh, "he never was in love vii
az me; and what is more, he had the frankne
,oS to tell me So"
~ "And yet YOU"
, ms married him-yes!" said my mothe
,a raising the softest and purest eyes that CIV,
"a lover could have wished to read his fate in :
III III {" Yes, for the old love was hopeless
~ knew that l could make him happy. I kne
that he would love me at last, and he does 81
My son. your father loves me-"
,ar As she spoke, there came blush as inn
in cent as virgin ever knew, to my mother
re- smooth check and she looked so fair, so goo
Ids and still so young, all the while, that W
he would have said that either Dusius, the TIE
be ton fiend, or Mock, the Scandinavian sea-im
from whom the learned assure us wo deri'