Eastern times. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1846-1857, 1851-02-20

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down on his downy pillow, Were there no
remorseless thoughts when he remembered the
careless act of injustice of which he had been
guilty! Like Ahasuerus, he could not sleep.
Tor God troubled him, and he resolved to make
ample recompense for the wrong he had done.
He concluded at first to send him letter. and
handsome present, but the thought did not
satisfy him; and he resolved to 90 himself.
and see what he could do for his poor friend,
that would most benefit him, and dquiet his own
conscience.
1t was the fifth day Of William Carter's sick
ness, and the physician said, that night would
be the crisis; if he lived through it he might
recover. He had then fallen into lethargic
sleep. His pale wife sat holding his hand and
gazing anxiously on his sunken features and
half shut eyes. The children with sad faces.
and noiseless step, crept round the room.-
There was rap at the door--it was opened,
and gentleman entered. Mrs Carter looked
with surprise on her unexpected visitor. His
dress and bearing, so different from those of
their humble neighbors, at another time might
have awed her, but that was no place to feel
the paltry distinctions of human society. In
the presence of that power, before which the
rich and the poor, the mighty and the weak
alike bow, men feel that they are equals-that
they are brothers. She arose and offered him
chair. He did not seem to notice her, but
advancing to the bed, he gazed long and earn
estly on the ashy features of the sufferer, while
the tears chased one another down his cheeks !;
then turning away he threw himself into a
chair and wept with uncontrolled emotion-
This, as the reader may have Guessed, was
Mr.. Calton. He came into the neighborhood,
and inquired for William Carter, and had been
told of his sickness, and its probable cause
The good woman where he stopped, had a
warm heart, and soluble tongue, and little
suspecting who her auditor was, she had given
full scope to her eloquence, in denouncing the
man who suffered her poor neighbor to walk
fifteen miles, and to return without even din
ner.
Mrs. Carter stood gazing in silent astonish-
ment on her visitor, vixen he arose, and placing
heavy purse in her hand, said, Take this,
and let no expense be spared for your husbands
recovery. will call again. and before she
had time to express her gratitude or surprise,
he was gone.
The next morning William was better. The
crisis had passed-the fever was gone, but he
lay weak and helpless as babe, and but for the
many comforts which that purse procured he
might have died.
He grew stronger day by day, and the end
of week he was sitting supported by pillows
in large armchair. Mrs. Carter approached
the window and exclaimed, There comes the
stranger who gave me the purse.
A minute more and he entered the ROOM
Approaching William he grasped his hand and
said earnestly
Thank Heaven that you are alive-that you
will live. If you had died never could have
forgiven myself have come to make YOU
some atonement for the injustice of which was
guilty. and he placed folded paper in his
hand. There he continued, when you are
able, read that. Do not thank me- 1t is no
more than justice. The pocket-book was of
great importance to me, and it has cost you
dear
When the gentleman was gone, William
opened the paper, and found it deed made out
to himself, of his old house and farm. There
was dancing and shouting among the children !;
and in the hearts of the father and mother
deep and holy joy mingled with thankfuluess,
and trust in God.
| need not pursue my story further, nor tell
OF the happy reinstating in their former home,
nor how in after days, William Carter often
gathered his grandchildren around his knee,
and told them of his bitter trial and temptation,
and taught them, that they who put their trust
in God are never forsaken.