Daily American telegraph. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1851-1852, 1852-02-03
"Bury the Hatchet..

" Dear Walter" said Mrs Gray, "New Year is
coming, with its warm-hearted greetings and fes-
tai gatherings, to dig the grave for old anmosi-
ties, polish brighter the chain of friendship. and
draw closer about the heart the cords of love for
home and kindred 1t is very sad to think of the
separation between you and your only brother.
Forget and forgive said the sweet peacemaker,
as she passed her arm caressingly about her
husbands neck
"Pshaw! Emma, said her husband, "women
never go to the foundation Of anything; you
seem to forget the cause of this alienation you
overlook the pr0yocation received; you forget
the benefits he has never acknowledged by one
word of gratitude, of which he has been the re-
cipient for years; and then this last affront-I
will not bear it," said Mr.. Gray, rising and pa
cling the floor in his impatience 'sno, not from
my own mothers son.
"No do not forget" said Mrs Gray mildly;
II know you are the injured party I know he
has abused your generous kindness: so much the
more magnanmous in you to forgive. If there
remain in him spark Of the nobleness you pos
sess, it will be famed into fame by your gem
crosby. Remember, you were rocked in the same
cradle, nursed at the same breast, lulled to sleep
by the same nursery song, repeated your infant
prayer at the same knee. Any one can resent
an injury, dear Walter: it were Christ-like to re-
turn the other cheek"
pressing his lips to her forehead, he murmured,
/" You are an angel, Mary it shall be as you
say"
In an elegant house, at the upper end of -
street, fine looking man, in the prime of life,
was receiving with his wife the customary New
Years calls. The warm temperature of the
apartments, the fragrance of dollhouse flowers,
cheated winter of its leaess gloom Softly fell the
skilfully arranged light on the delicate work Of
fba Oh n,,1 ,1,1fn \
the cheek of beauty. The gay laugh the merry
jest, the bright flashing eye, told of the enjoy
ment of the hour. Through the day the rooms
had been crowded with visitors, for the rich have
many friends. Now, at late hour in the even
ing, they sat alone, with the same thought busy
at their hearts, each aware, by sort of magnet
ism, of what was passing in the mind of the
other and yet both were silent 1t was late to
expect other visiters and they were about to re-
tire, when steps in the hall arrested their atten-
ton, and in an instant Walter Gray stood before
his brother.
Extending his hand, and in voice trembling
with emotion, he said, 81 shall sleep better to-
night, my brother to say a happy New Year to
you"
Harry tightly grasped the proffered hand and
said, in husky voice, May God bless YOU,
Walter; | did not expect this-nay, more, did
not deserve it."
81 Say no more" said Mr.. Gray, wiping away
the tears he had tried to conceal; s'let by-gones
be by-gones. God forbid our children should
grow up as strangers to each other'
Dear reader, let not the coming New Year find
you with bitter hatred ranking and fostering
at your heart. All are imperfect; offences
will Gomez but life is short and the meek suf-
ferer on Calvary has said, Father forgive them,
they know not what they do" and hath not the
same heavenly voice spoken these words? s'Bless-
ed are the peace makers. % hUe Branch.