The Sumter banner. [volume] (Sumterville, S.C.) 1846-1855, 1851-04-02

oeeh MS LOT many o long and
weary day.
Not so with the uncle. He had
been an habitual s'nuggler, it is true,
in his younger days; but had long
ago given it up, not from thorough
conviction Of its criminality; that had
yet to be effected BY q simple country
girl, despite the influential examples
of magistrates, church-wardens,
elders, and class.leaders; but from
belief, rather iIl.defned than other.
wise, that although not re,y aoyong,
it was not exactly right. These
rnissivings-whicl have been before
advcrtcd to, Notwithstanding the sue
cess of his present adventure, and his
triumph over the excise officer,
still more consoling-made his pillow
an uneasy one, and kept him awake
for moro than half the remaining
portion of that eventful night, and he
resolved once more never to engage
in smuggling again.
a certain place is said to be paved
with good resolutions; and although
some remains OF one Of Uncle Hum
phrcy's may be found there, not
entirely oblitcrated by his nephew s
distress, yet, defy the utmost NAL
ignity even Of that dark spirit itself,
that prcsidcs over it, to point out the
other.
The young mans reflections when
he awokc in the morning, with the
bright sun shining through his bed
room window full upon his face,
were very similar to those of his
uncle. One and both had been hur.
ricd, as it were, into the act by q
single and all-absorbing consideration
the relief of his distressing cxigen.
c!cs. If they had been unfortunate
in their enterprise, ten to one they
had ever thought Of anything but
their failure; but success led to re-
Election through the instrumentality
0f asin ~ :E sa
j. S,a q &
nFpious 1notlicc Instruct ID Ied u u
convictions; but wc are anticipating.
The proceeds of Humphrey Jack
mans last trip proved to be more
abundant than even tho sanguine
hopes of the young man had anticipa-
ted; and before Il menth had elapsed
large and merry party were assem-
blcd TO celebrate the nuptials OF
Frank Harris and the girl ofhis heart.
We're my tale mere fiction. the
wedding would be its natural and ap-
propriatc conclusion; but truth com
pcls INC to add, that both uncle and
nephew, although their object had
been accomplished, were anything
but satisfied with their conduct in this
nciarous transaction.
"lt's not right, Frank! it's not
right the old man would shake his
head and say to his nephew, when
they were working together in the
field by themselves. II had frc.
quently been guilty of smuggling be.
fore, he would add, on such occasions
"but they seized q pair of horses of
Of mine, worth as much or more than
all Id made, and my conscience cried
quits with them, and gave it up; but
this last offence. I'm not easy in
my mind about it,--Frank, l cannot
sleep o'nights for thinking ont. It's
the devils wages, Frank, and can
never come to good
Franks feelings we're an exact
transcript Of his unclc's; but what
cauld he do make restitution? The
money was sunk ard not at his com
mand. lie tried to borrow it on
mortgage on his farm, but could no.
succeed. At length, some three or
four years subsequent to his marriage,
his wi!c's father died, and left him
ample means to make restitution, and
he did make it, with interest thereon,
TO the utter astonishmcnt of their be.
wildercd friend, the collector of Gus
toms, and to the infinite joy and sat.
istaction Of his good uncle.
The events in this little history oc-
Cured many long, long years ago;
but, at the time | am writing, Hum
phrey Jackman is still living in the
cnjoymcnt Of hale old age, and may
be seen any cold winters evening by
the firesdc Of his nephew, with three
or four rosy little cherubs climbing
about his knees, and highly honored
and loved is the old man, as the
author Of ali tho domestic cnioyments
Of that now happy family. But not
word has ever been whispered, nor
perhaps ever will be, and t is just as
well that it should not, concerning
Humphrey Jackman's 'slast trip
Al PlaqueInines, La, quite an amusing
scene occurred in court. Mrs. b. the
widow of n celebrated hero of n hundred
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