Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1849-08-03

All YOU were right. Eva =, I .exclaim-
ed, mot TO despair Of the mercy Of God r.
Lord James himself had started Lady
Mary was as pale as Eva.
"Moihcr ! motherp cried William, in
tones that filled my heart with Joy; and
then, repeating the words OF Eva Mere
dith--thosc words which she had so truly
said he would find at the bottom OF his
Iicart--ihe child exclaimed aloud,
81 am dying, my son. Your father is
dead you are alone upon the earth you
must pray to the Lordw
pressed gently with my hand upon Will
liam's shoulder he obeyed The impulse,
kneli down, joined his trembling hands
this time il was OF his own secondhand.
RAISING TO heaven a look full Of life and
feeling: "My God have pity on mel" he
mUrmured.
| l took Eva's cold hand. "Oh mother
mother Of many sorrowsl" l exclaimed,
''can you hear your child do you behold
him from abovei Be happy your son is
saved ~
Dead at Lady Mary's feet, Eva made her
rival tremble; for il was not | who led
William from the room, it was Lord James
Kysington who carried out bis grandson in
his arms.
have little to add. ladies. William re-
covered his reason and departed with Lord
James Reinstated in his rights, he was
subsequently, his grandfather sole heir
Science has recorded fewrare instances
Of intelligence revived by violent moral
shock. Thus does the fact have related
find a natural explanation. But the good
women Of the village. who had attended
Eva Meredith during her illness, and had
heard her fervent prayers, were convinced
that, even as she had asked Of Heaven, the
soul Of the mother had passed into the body
of the child.
"She was so good" said they, "that God
could refuse her nothing" This ariless
belief took firm root ia the country. No
one mourned Mrs. Meredith as dead.
"She still lives" said the people Of the
hamlet "speak TO her son, and she will
answer you"
Aud when Lord William Kysingion, in
possession OF his graudfather's property,
sent each year abundant aims to the village
that had witnessed his birth and his mo-
TIERS death, the poor folks exclaimed
There is Mrs Meredith's kind soul think
ing Of US still An, when she goes TO
heaven, it will be great pity for poor peo-
pie !"
| We do no, slrew flowers upon her tomb,
but upon the steps Of the altar Of the Vir-
gin, where she so often prayed to Mary 10
send soul TO her son. When taking
thiiher their wreaths Of wild blossoms, the
prayed so isrssa;y, .,- -,S--.-S -. . -.
swered her softly 4 will give thy soul to
thy chidp ="
, The cure has suffered our peasants to re-
tain this touching superstition; and my
; self, when Lord William came to see me,
when he fixed upon me his eyes, SO like
his moiher's--when his voice, which had a
well-known accent, said, as Mrs. Meredith
was wot to say-"Dear Doctor, / thank
: yoc 20 .hen,-smi!e, ladies', ;f you will H.
wept, and believed, like ali the village,
that Eva Meredith was before me.
She, whose existence was but long
series Of sorrows, has left behind her a
!, sweet, consoliug memory, which has moth
ing painful for those who loved her.
In thinking Of her we think of the mer.
cy Of God. and those who have hope in
their hearts. hope with the greater conf.
dence.
. But il is very late, ladies--your carriages
have long been at the door. Pardon this
: long story at my age il is difficult to be
concise in speaking Of the events OF ones
. youth. Forgive the old man for having
made you smile when he arrived, and weep
before he departed"
> These last words were spoken in the
kindes, and most pa,ernal tone, whilst a
y talfsmile glidud svrvss Dr.. Barnahy's lips
c All his auditors now crowded around him
eager to express their thanks. But DR.
e Barnaby got up, made straight for bis rid
$ ing coat Of puce-colored taffety, which hung
l. across chair back, and whilst one Of the
i young men helped him TO put it on
Farewell, gentlemen farewell, ladies',
e said the village doctor. my chaise il
Il ready; il is dark, the road is bad good
y night: must he gone"
d When DR.. Barnaby was installed in hi:
a cabriolet Of green wicker-work, and the
little gray cob, tickled by The whip, was
about 10 set off, Madame de Moucar step
n ped quickly forward, and leaning toward.
4 the doctor, whilst sho placed one foot or
: The step of his vehicle, she said, in quite I
3 low vDice--
NJ doctor, make you present of tn,
Ie white cottage, and will have il fitted uI
y as il was when you loved Eva Meredith p
Then she ran back into the house. TIL,
g carriages and the green chase departed il
IT different directions
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