The national era. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1847-1860, 1850-08-29

YOU know. Well-a-day, this happened long
time ago, before | left home and came over here
with your gran'thr r. spose Leah and Submit
and they are all gone before this time Your
gran'threr and Submit were kinder cousins"
@Don,t you think grandmother more Eighty
than usual to-day, mother7n said Dorcas upon
whom the old danes words seemed to make a
painful impression, as she rose and walked TO the
window.
aShe was up later than common last night, and
little puts her outn returned the mother as she
left the room for dstaff of fax.
As she again entered the room, Dorcas turned
towards her an ashen face, crying, as she pointed
to the street
ooh, mother, motherl He is deadl ] knew
it would be SO have felt it all the morning p and
x she coy her husband aud Sam lift human
badv f,a1p their sled. and bear III IORsnts ale
house.
alt is Isaac--Isaac, mother" cried the trem-
bling girl, cinging TO her for support, while the
little once frightened by her cries, fed to the
the same shelter.
aWhaps all this pother about Isaac ~ said the
| old grandsme, ENORMOUSLY. why do you cry for
hint He's to be minister, a ldTasd gospel min
ister. Fie, child, such sskiagson s-e unmsidenly
| and improper"
But Dorcas heard her not, her eyes were fixed
| on the door, through which her father and cousin
soon entered with uneven steps, and bore their
burden to bed that occupied one corner Of the
spacious room. There was no need to gaze upon
that mangled face, to tell who the victim was
enc glance at the faces of David Allen and his
nephew was sufficient.
| They gathered around that bed in silence, un-
broken for some moments by sobs or groans. The
suddenness of the blow had stunned them. SANS
voice was the first to break the fearful spell
"Oh, my mother-my poor mother p ne groaned
as he stopped his head upon his aunt Esther's
shoulder and wept like child,
We will not attempt TO describe the agony OF
! that hoNy-w9 cannot pesNt sA1~.syef-that Ike .
I gloomy night shut so suddenly down upon the
hearts of those stricken ones, extending ere night
| fall It's dim shadow over the whole settlement
we need not, for there are few among those who
| will read this sketch, over whose threshold the
| invisible footsteps of Death have not passed.
Two days after, the body Of the young student
followed by almost every family in the settlement
was borne along the winding forest path TO the
recently erected house of public worship. After
brief but touching address by the young pastor
il was again borne out and laid down in the grave
His destiny was accomplished---his yearning wish
realized-but, oh how differently from what be
had dreamed His name is still held in remem-
brance among US, but not for wisdom, or power, OF
deeds Of high emprise-but as the FIRST tenant Of
our village graveyard. Even to this day we
point to his mossgrown Maidstone, and read
Isaac B., 1927"
| NoTE-Lest the above date should mislead
people as to the antiquity Of village, and thus
give offence to that venerable person, our Oldest
inhabitant, I'VE would say, that although the set.
tiers othe southern portion Of the grant Of Totoke
early organised church and erected house Of
public worship, yet the inhabitants Of these wild
northern regions, owing to their sparseness, were
without separate ecclesiastical organization un.
til 1924 Thus, for the space of more than half 6
century, they were in the habit Of going some six
eight, and ten miles, on the Sabbath to mingls
their prayers and hear the preaching of the Word
with their brethren Of the southern settlement