The Rutland herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1850-1852, 1850-09-26
From the Srrin ,Gcli Republicar.
A TRUE STORY OF HUMAN MA
TIRE

There was once, in u small town IN
Massachusetts, an old Indian woman -
Some how or other. the old woman had
accumulated quite u desirable little
property. Yet she was an lndian. and
was treated with II cool contempt by her
neighbors. She had no seat in the So
ciul circle. received no attention from
those around her. and occupied back
seat in the church and down towards
the grave size travelled without friend
or comforter.
Old Nance had bu. one relative liv-
ing that she knew OF, and he wild
graccless son. lie was the terror of
the village. and spent his time in any
thing but \ respectable way. At last
the yagabond son Sd worried the iorbear-
ance Of his old mother, that she resolv-
ed TO disnherit him, and leave her mon
ey to the church. Accordingly she
started for the house Of one of the dea-
cons, and made n clean breast Of her
troubles, and acquainted him with her
determination. The deacon grew from
a cool TO very amiable mood as she
proceeded, and at last became profused
in his expressions of gratitude.
Tho will, through the agency Of the
deacon. was drawn; but the old woman,
feeling little conjunction, had n
clause inserted which should make it
void. provided the son should totally re
fcrin his habits. Secrecy was cnjoned
upon the deacon, who. OF course, said
nothing about it save TO one or two
friends, who Of course spread it all over
the village in the space Of one day.
But the change wrought in the situa-
ton Of old Nance, was miraculous. --
Such good old woman The nice
bits from the best tables began to jour
ney under neat napkins to her humble
abode. On a rainy Sunday, carriage
took her to church, where she was kind
" favored with front pew, near the
! speaker. and near the stove. Her
praise was in every body's mouth, and
her tcttering form commanded respect
everywhere. But she thrivcd remark
ably under this treatment, and lived
and live d. and lived. In the meantime,
the son was looked upon with more
than usual di,irust, and the poor widow
was deeply comlniseraied on lis DIS
graceful course.
Years passed away, and tie kind at
ten,ions OF friends were still continued
10 the widow, when at last, old Nance
,lcr, the sleep ,ha, knows no waking
4 large funeral, one of the largcs, ih'
village had ever seen, attended her i(
her grave in the churchyard. There
were tears ,hed above her bier, AM
benson. Lrea,hed upon her memory.
! The funeral was past. The deacon
the squire. aud number OF the 'iiiag'
no,ables were gathered in her dwelling
and in one corner "a, her sad and tao
iiurn son.
squire" said the deacon, bc
iie,e there is will
Ye.. there j, a will
VIII YOU have the kindness 10 rea'
it,"
The will was produced. All was 81
lent The will was read, in which nj
III. widow. Was bequcaihcd TO III
church. MANY an eye soueh, The fac
Of the periodical soi', but law no chang
IN Ia. s,olid features.
Wien he reading VA, finished, th
. son arose, and drawing piece OF /"
per from hi, pocket. inquired the dat
Of ,ha, ar will.
Tie date was stated, and handing III
, Squire Lis Paper, the por'ionless AXE
, him TO read il.
Il Alas. !, was will one day .onnse
: than The o,her. The fond mother IN he
r weakness, had told the son " ha, 'Ae ha
, doae. and he managed 'q have 4 Nj
!. drawn twen,y-four hours after ti'e pr,
/, cious ono. in which hc was the So'
: lega,ce. ,.
:, The s.embled Wisdom ard ''nnse