The Daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1845-1850, 1849-04-26
From The ~. Y. jour. Of Commerce.
THE BROTHER

as formerly, man of leisure, and the wandering
| life had hitherto led, is brought to an end in
lawyers office in Wall street. The profession Of
which, for some years past had been a member
| only 10 name, have adopted practice,
and its labors become daily more arduous,a nd en-
gross my time both by day and by night What
ever, therefore, may find time 10 write must be
read with this understanding; and | am sure none
of my friends will be disposed to blame me, if
| consent to sketch an occasional picture; even at
the risk of doing it too hastly,or with mind OPP
| pressed with heavy responsibilities.
| Among the letters have received since wrote
| my last many inquire after scenes and incidents
] which had become familiar to my friends in former
| years. But fear that myself shall see and hear
| little more OF them.
| Nora, indeed, lies at my feet on the wolf skin
hearth rug, occasionally lifting up her beautiful
head as she caught in the wall OF the March
! wind the far away sounds of the chase; but
| while have grown busy, she has grown old,
and very much fear will never follow the deer
| again.
| The Phantom in windy wntry night, through
the careessness of her keeper, broke from her
moorngs. In the morning she was gone, and
now few fragments, found on the shore of the
| island, are all that have lett OF her. This loss,
which would have grieved me sorey year ago,
scarcely moved me, and indeed was rather re-
| lief, for | was trying hard to make up my mind
| painful
| Black lives alone in the cabin. | hear from
him occasionally, but have no expectation Of
seeing the river again for years | shall hunt
no more. am 10 longer out of the world as an
observer of it, but am in the world as part of
it.
No longer watching the drifting clouds through
the branches OF Iordy trees, see IF, m my seat
an angular patch of sky that is ANYTHING but
blua do breathe hn Efa -u;u
mountain land, nor have the hope Of breathing
it to gladden. me. | shall live here, and doubt
less shall die here. did moi In old days think
that should. have had many fancy of the
spot on which | should die, and yet care little
for it now. | used TO think, land confess it,
sometimes still think) it would be pleasant TO die
Oh some hill op in Lebanon, in body as well as
in spirit, close to the promised land. To lie down
there, and far off in the Southern horizon to see
the blue beauty of Gallilee. To feel the soft
South wind come up with the music of Gennes-
aret, while the dews OF Hermon fell holly on nv
forehead. All, that would be pleasant would
not die in Palestine, for the foot OF the unbeliey
er still detiles the land of the faithful. And yet
sometimes have thought the sky must be near
er the earth there than here, as ii the angels
crowding thitherward had brought it somewhat
downward with them But have made up nv
mind 10 die here, being well assured that all over
this broad earth, borne the winds or resting in
deep vallies giving life to holy flowers, sleeps
dust that once imprisoned the Son of God, and |
have fancy that he who rests iarthest from the
scenes of His agony will be likeliest to rest with
His dust And heaven is no farther of from US
than from jerusalem
Pardon me these remarks | forgot m self when
spoke OF dying. And yet the distance OF Heav-
en- from earth reminds me Of true history which
by your leave will relate,
recent call OF business led me to visit part
of the State OF Pennsylvania which was familiar
TO me as the scene OF portion OF the history OF
man, which is we'll known by few persons, and
may indeed be known by many as far as il has
been told in Magazine stories. Romances Of real
life are more plenty than most men imagine, and
this history is one OF them. Fer the main tea
lures OF the story, and indeed for the truth of
every important portion OF it, may refer you to
the inhabitants OF Dauphin County, in Pennsyl.
vaDia, and to the older residents OF town on
the bank OF the Delaware River, ia the same
State.
In that town many years ago-for in this as in
all similar histories we must go back TO days that
live only III the memories of far travelled pilgrims
there was family we'll known and well loved
by all the inhabitants, which, by the unfailing.
undertaking course OF death, at length dwinded
down TO two members, brother and sister, or.
phans, and all in all to each other. To make
this story complete romance, | should perhaps
say that the sister was beautiful and gentle and
very loveabe, and that the brother was such
brother as such sister ought to have. Certain
ly they were linked one TO another by love ex.
ceedlng beauty and strength, as will hereafter
appear. But whether she was beautiful or no
cannot tell; nor whether he was OF tall form
and manly appearance. 1t is enough that do
know that she was woman whom brother
loved, and he was noble in the proof he gave OF
his devotion to her. The love OF man for man.
or for woman, whether wife or sister, lie sanctify.
ing. There Is reflex action on the soul that
loves, making it more lovely IN itself. There IS
no romance in this, but philosophy and reason
teach it, and experience illustrates it,
And here might pause to moralize on the no
illness OF human anections--and especially to
dwell on the extreme beauty OF fratenal love-
but have not now the inclination, and propose
to give you only brief statement of facts. and
lei you draw your own iniersnces.
They two walked pleasantly along the path OF
lie hand in hand and might have walked thus in
an Eden OF purity, had not the Tempter entered
and the Eden became a wilderness. will not
dwell upon the history OF the fall of that child Of
Eve. Angels were tempted even in the high
halls OF Heaven, and before the throne of the
omnpotent, and Angels yielded aud fell. WHY
blame her because she was as we ak as an Angel
would you have had her sterner of heart and