The national era. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1847-1860, 1851-07-24
THE, NATIONAL ERA.
WASHINGTON, JULY 81, 1851.
For the National Era.
UL.STlURGD.-PART SECOND.
BY PATTY LEI.

,,eorled 10 oar first chapter, Richard ClaVerei'
dressed ~ beseem,i gentlemn student ana
! p,sntoi GA Buckcsph llus,o WAS on ms way 20
clIegs. Upon one arA he cIrried ssschei OF
boks aud hung over the saddle was pair OF
vefllel saddle-blgs, in which his mother hAd
nut a. many new fine shirts aud carefally darned
s,ckings as he would be likely to need during
the term though it WAS proposed that he should
come home on a visit in month as Elmwood, the
Mace of his destination WAS but ten miles distant
Richard seemed little to favor this proposal 1t Is
true and when his mother tearfully entreated
that he would not fail to come, he said he would
il be couldn't stay away; that he was not certain
be should come home at all-lt least, not till he
bad finished the graduating course, but that she
and the old man would come up to Elmwood and
zee him Commencement times. When, however,
"a" - - pisgave him he looked
back and saw his father leaning over the gate,
,a,ou1nx MN, ,anG T5IDsalT'TsF - '' %"'Ss
only the fool hates the school," he saw his
mother standing under the low porch, just as he
had left her; his young sisters, Martha and Jane
we're shouting aloud as they played at hide and
seek ut mattered little to them that Dick was
leaving home-he had never helped them build a
PLAYHOUSE bat always killed their pet kittens,
and called them little simpletOns, because they
preferred dish washing to grammar-so, on the
whole. they were rather glad to be rid Of him.
Slowly vending down the lane, with axes over
their shoulders and without once ok!nk,
were David and Oliver. Richard had lightened
their lahors but little, and they were not sorry,
either, that he was gone. Looking back, he saw
all this. aud half wished he had staid at home,
aud borne his part manfully and cheerfully-very
glad would he have been of any plausible pretext
for returning, but there was none-he had shaped
his course with his own hands, and the fixed fact
closed about him, and left him no escape. Though
twenty three he had never been from home at all,
save for day or two with his mother, to visit
relatives, and desolate, home-sick feeling came
over him. as the road struck into dense thick
Leech wood, fat and low, quite shutting the red
brick homestead from his view. He refined in his
horse dismOunted, and, sitting down on a messy
log, thought, and thought, and thought
The little girls are playing, he thought sup
pose they are glad am gone and David and Oil
yer have by this time felled q tree-I wonder
what one-perhaps the hollow sycamOrethat grew
by the spring-perhaps the hickory with the
shelving bark, where caught the squirrel for
which Jane cried, and would not give her-or
the beech that grew in the oornfeld-likeliest
they have feled that for back-logs; let me see,
they are just three feet and half in length. And
father what is he doing The didn't think of him
as the old man., reading the Bible guess, to
mother, who is making bread in the shadow of
the appe.tree Dear good woman wish had
told her would come in a month | wish, when
she asked me what was reading, had said Don
QuNote and not have showed her the windmill
sudden thought struck him; perhaps some
book, or some article of clothing quite necessary,
had been forgotten. He overhauled his baggage
eagerly, as one looks for q newly missed treasure,
but all in vain nothing had been forgotten so
with sorrowful reluctance, and as one cast out Of
the home where all his hopes and affections CEN
tered, he relrranged his effects feeling that they
were poor and scanty, and then taking from his
pocket small purse, he emptied its contents,
lew coins, into his hand, counted them over, re-
placed them with sigh. This is a dark, thick
wood, he said might remain here forever-what
am to the world What am | to anybody
Even at home they don't care for me. He paused
moment and sdded-Well, why should they
never did anything to make them love me.
have been a burden and an idler from the FIRST
Dat 1t was my fOrtune--i could not help it if
conId, would do better 1t is mere lie that we
make COMMUNICATIONS make us. Ii
Is none to my credit that am not thief or
murderer II had had the training and the
temptation which others have had that are SO,
might have been no better How do know what
should have been under different circumstances
If had been bound to a hard master, as nv father
was, and made to drive oxen, and burn boys. and
dig bitches all day, and without ever reading
book, or seeing any persons Of sense or refine
ment, might have married Dolly Tompkins az
he did-likely should. And if had, would !
have done any worse than am doingl Mol
great deal better ] can see readily enough how
others might have done, and for myself am al
Ways going to do something, but the time never
comes when begin. have professed to begin
nov, why do mott There will never be bet.
Ter time weakness and INDIGESTION, we must part
lie arose after this contradictory and crooked
eoIloquy as one determined to make his action,
meet his resolves, mounted his little bay and rod,
briskly forward
nave often thought since, IL he had been blest
WIN the counsels and encouragement Of somt
A'nd and clear-sighted friend who, seeing through
,ne iralllies and foibles Of his character, could
'e u''cerned the higher and better qualities
.Do''n, MS natural Wilfulness and waywardnes
night have been checked, and his weakness have
ecu quit into strength. was too young u
1'" II 'hen had too little appreciative discern.
'"'l 100 little forbearance, too false and foolish
80 ''"l'e OF myself-and IL is too late now, anc
- wen think Of him, for knew him well
h. we elm shadows that sweep against III,
where was born we have sat ON many
afternoon when We we're children-tha'
s0s ume ago. for my feet have pressed th,
- ''' "here hencefOrward the way Ia down
Nnere in darkness means ever and ever the
80, =. peAth-and when think OF him. AZ
AIN, 1V.'ne 10 his own soft Interpretation and
0s'ie'e he was really ill.starred.
ps.,.", 'ae sorrow and the struggles, the weak
W. "a the rubbish Of years, 20 down dali,
br.st,. we shadows are coolest, the fountain,
l.via" and the birds singing sweetest, anc
t.,.I D@'A the shroud-fOlds the souls long en-.
a., NpOu new spheres rellumine the pale du,
Snd my playmatss Il had never but two =,
s1's'l come back to me crowned With h..n,,,,,
WI .TN as they went sway. /. Is here
n,.,n' e'' 70 meet with Richard, to turn over IN,
BOOKS with his golden Surls blowing