The national era. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1847-1860, 1851-11-27

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do some things terribly opposed to his inclina-
tons, as will hereafter appear He was in the
habit of speaking in querulous and fretful
tone, especially to his wife as though she were
not only responsible for all mischances at home
but for nearly all the evils in the world He
had left in Ireland poor lame brother, for
whom he either felt or pretended to feel, a
great deal Of pity.
MY Lord, mother" he would say, nightly,
a. they sat down TO tea don't you think it's
wicked for us to sit down to such supper,
when my poor brother Jimmy is likely enough
starving TO death -
Have you heard anything from him
Mrs McClary would say
My Lord, mother, no! | don't suppose the
poor devil knows how to write | wish had
educated him long ago"
You had best send for him" Mrs McClary
would add
My Lord, mother, | intend to. A man
can't do everything in minute. My sons
would you like to SEE your uncle Jimmy =
"My sons two clustering. wilful boys Of
six and eight, would of course like to see their
uncle Jimmy. Upon hearing which. MIR Me-
Clary would say
My Lord moSher, il makes me feel bad to
see the boys sit and eat so, and their poor
uncle Jimmy starving ike enough. Just see
them. mother Boys you make your father
feel bad. My Lord, mother, just only see how
they eat; it's enough to make man crazy.
Get down. my sons, and run away; you make
your father feel had. My Lord, mother, why
don't you make them go! They are enough to
drive II man mad
After this had been acted over great many
times MIR. McClary did actually write to
poor Jimmy to come to America which invl-
tatOn. for he received nothing in II pecuniary
way the Young man awaited himself of 80 soon
,ssSStS11 s,>.,,NT2- ~" sNc"r~ = Coming 4c
He was poor, cadayerous, lame youth, with
",''''t'>'-s 2or SnArTy prs. i2yt ,jid 1'' .bis
arrival 20 mortiheA Mr.. McClary by ms srln>,>
by appearance, that he gave him some Of his
cast-of clothing. and once or twice fifty cents
in money besides brandy every day; but he
was still troubled for Jimmys sake, even more
| than before, and began to say as often as an
opportunity occurred, My Lord, mother, don't
you see how much Jimmy catsi ! don't care how
much he eats. but am afraid he'll kill him.
self Really, mother a man has no peace of his
life in such a family" AT length he began to
say, in the presence of poor jimmy My sons,
you must learn to be saving-father has an ex-
pensive family to support and then turning
to his wife, would add my Lord, mother, it's
enough to drain n mans pockets" Nevorthc-
less Jimmy Internationally fourished
Poor Mrs. NlcClary, it was much harder for
her since he came, as he made II good deal of
additional work, and she had no additional
help but the husband had all the credit
allow much Mr. McClary is doing for his
brother" people said. The little he was doing
was not to be of long continuance Jimmy
must earn his salt he said in some way and
accordingly, after great deal of braggadocia
and clustering he established him in business
as he termed it--that is, he gave him employ
ment which was to his own advantage much
more than to Jimmy's And here must leave
them for the term of fifteen years or so, for it
is with none of these that my story has chiefly
| to do.
1t was one of the coolest winter mornings
the shutters of large and fashionable estab-
kshment were mostly closed, and the windows
beneath furred over with the quaint and Gu
rious devices of the frost Without, the air was
still but keenly bitter the face of heaven wa,
swept bare, and no faintest blush tinged witt
warmer glow the whitening of morning in tia
orient
Mr. and Mrs McClary were gone from
home TO attend ball at the State Capitol Civ
EN- on the completion of some public work il
which that gentleman had been conspicuous
the children, four in number two of then
young men, one boy of ten, and an adopted
daughter of fifteen, were ut home, and seated al
the breakfast table more bountifnly spread
] than usual The fire blazed brightly in the
| CRATE, the heavy drapercs Mt the windows shut
out the bitter air, and all seemed genial but
themselves for harsh epithets and coarse jests
mingled with their talk or rather with that of
the elder two; they were tall, red-cheekcd
youths, with large gray eyes, and thin brown
hair, which chung in little knotty curls close to
their heads One Of them wore n bright morn
ing gown and slippers, and the other II plaided
sack, crimson vest and patent leather shoes
diamond glittered on the finger of the eldest,
and the younger wore Il profusion of chains,
seals, and rings, of more show than cost Mary
Oakly, the adopted daughter, was n sprighty
spirited girl, but one who could keep quiet
when to speak was more than useless and on
this occasion she sat smiling, silently. AZ the
brothers banded harsh words and oaths and
jests Her smiles were sometimes in sympathy
with William the eldest sometimes in scorn---ior
she half liked and half hated him-likcd him
because that she saw no one elsc to like and
because he was kind 10 her. which no one else
Nus- uul Hiitcu HIN pIblunlby utiu Nul-
garity.
Wallace or Wall as they called him. was a
SLIM long -iaced large-eared boy with yellow |
ish eyes, and long hair, always very smooth,
drawing voice. and an unsatisfable appe- |
tito. His usual employment was catching flies.
sticking pins in the paws of the pet squirrel, |
and spying upon the actions Of the younger
members of the family, the result of which he
l.sl, 30, r.. L.
was bound to him by no natural ties, he was |
the especial object of aversion She dare not |
manifest it, however, openly, save when the |
old people were from home, AZ now when she |
had taken pains to hang the cage of the SPUR !
no disliked mt his place Mt table, and prepared |
view of which indignities, he repeatedly drawl- |
ed out" Mol, III tell my father See if
don't"
None of these things disturbed the negro
girl, Jemina; and, ~ she baked the mullins, |
she sang
Don't be weary, sister in Whiting on the Lord,
You'll get Of glory ut last for your reward
Don't DO weary sister, hallalnjah "
"Molly, let's you and | 80 to the theatre to-
night" said William, turning from the ill
humored George, who replied, snecringly-
90, veg Molly, let's go! .
SEQ to the d--l,r said William.
go, You will, will you! Well, think it's
likely" and George laughed immediately,
and called on Molly McClary for second cup
of coffee.
'Dont give it 10 the fool, said William.
"Yes Molly, do! you're pretty gal, and
give me lots Of sugar Yes, IN swear you're
the prettiest gal know" and he drank off the
whole cup; and, going TO the sideboard, he
drank something much stronger.
"Will you go, Molly" asked William,
again.
III don't know said she, looking at Wal
lace perhaps 60"
Wallace saw the glance, and said" know