New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1852-01-12


deserted Him in the evil hour. and His foes had
/ lnsulted and slain Him. g And Jesus lifted up
his eyes to Heaven on the cross, and said, Fa-
ther, forgive them, for they know not what they
"oh! they knew it very well" said Long
more, IN hsdespeFate mood ''They must know
II. The base wretches are always the same
Forgive them! mol / cannot forgive them
thI1st may do it. He was Divine Being-it is
easy 10 94d but it IS not easy, it is not possible
Tor me. am but poor, weak, down trodden
worm No! Nor'
| The fears of his daughter flowed faster, as she
[ stooped low and buried her face in her handker-
| ehiet. i'seen1ed n II she felt the spirit that
was raging in her fathers bosom.
! But, meantime, what were the thoughts oftbe
man of Wainfeet Of the lawyer who had 40
| triumphantly conducted the cause of his client
and had so completely dragged down the usurper.
Longmore, as he firmly believed him, from his
I proud altitude to the dust of retribftion and Of
shamei On the last Christmas Day he had safe
there in the very flush of triumph, and had
thanked God that he was not such as Longrnore
that he was not like him q convicted knave, still
leas like him a pauper, with the memory of such
past greatness. But Broadhurst, the lawyer,
did not sit thus now He was n crest fallen,
| spirit-fallen man. 4 dreadful discovery had
come upon him lie had ruined one more up
right and noble minded than himself to elevate
a worthless pretender He had blasted a we'll
deserved name: had struck the digger of domes-
/ tic misery into three kindred hearts: had done
that which he would, if possible, give worlds to
undo. He safe and wept as the doctrine Of
Heavens highest philosophy, +" Do unto others
! as thou wouldst they should do unto thee,'' was
! preached over his head. sob, Lord forgive
me my heavy sins Grant me life and strength,
to repair what | have ruined Touch the heart
Of that injured man, and turn it to forgiveness !;
for all things are in Thy power, and it is Thy
doctrine and Thy law" Thus ran his words in
| the inward tears of his SOUL and to every senti-
timent of love and blessed retribution, his
:. Amenl AmenH' went up ike the flames of a
heart On fire.
| What, then, had taken place between these
men But two years ago, Longmore was a
wealthy wool merchant Of Boston He had led
a pleasant and jolly life. His business had
grown immensely. His premises were large {:
his connections both at home and abroad extern
sive, and such was his reputation for integrity
/ and capital. that he commanded the market
over vast district. He was tall, large, forid
man, of a peculiarly open and cordial character
He was liberalin his ideas, and the leading man
in the politics and social movements of his neigh
borhood. His family consisted only of his wife,
a quiet, pleasant woman, and fair, blue-eyed
girl, his daughter. He kept noble table, and
delighted to have his friends about him At
that time he thought friends as plenty as. black
| berries, and laughed at the croaking of those
philosophers who had for ages promulgated q diff
ferent idea. He dubbed them book worms, and
sail they did not know life. When he went
round the country to buy up the farmers wool,
| his progress regular course of feasting and
merriment. They all knew Of his coming, and
assembled their neighbOrs for blithe evening
| Thus Longmore made his annual rounds. dis
patching an extraordinary amount of business
amid the everhowing hospitalities of farm -houess
oranges, and halls.
His doctrine of the prolific growth of friend
ship, spite of the hhellous calculations of book
worms, received grand confirmation when he
was about five and forty, in the beduest of fine
| estate Of Northamptonshire 1t was the result
of an acquaintance accidentally made abroad !;
it owed every thing to friendship nothing to
| consanguinity. From that time till few years
| turned fifty. Longmore had chiefly resided on
this estate. 1t was beautiful place. The
! house stood i'll fine country and a fine park.
His business was conducted by an old faithful
| servant 1t seemed as if Fortune was resolved
that Longmore should 60 down to the grave in
! his very charitable views Of human nature.
| But about three years before the time we saw
| i.ongmore at his Christmas morning devotions.
the scene changed. There sprung up a man, Il
butcher Of Gainsborough who claimed to be
the true heir to the Northamptonshire estate !;
and, after some faint rumors which rose and
died away again. Mr.. Longmore was astonished
and good deal Disconnected by the receipt OF a
letter from m eminent solicitor of Wainieeg,
calling upon him, in the name of his client, Mr..
Filmer, to restore to him the estate of his late
! relative, Mr.. John Churton.
Mr. Longmore, who. with all his pleasant and
sunny humor, was peculiarly sensitive and
imrulsive man, read this letter, uttered his in
! dignation in no gentle terms, and knowing that
! he derived his claim from his friend Churton's
honest will, made in his most tiord health, babe
his lawyer do his worst. ,.
| That worst was done. We will not travel
minuteiy through all those years of angry
! evaporation. MIR, Longmores character was
high that OF his adversary, Filner, was just
| the reverse We may, therefore, imagine Long
| mores astonishment,. when the active lawyer,
broadhuiSt, OF Nainfcet, asserted through the
ablest counsel that Longnore had taken adj
vantage OF the decayed inteleets Of the late MIR.
Ihurton to eoncoct will to his own advantage,
| We may imagine how this astonishment rose
/ when the h0usekeeper ol Mr.. Churton, whom
Longmore had himself rendered Independent by
/ by voluntarily doubling the annuity left her by
her master, was brought forward to attest the
weakness of the testator's faculties, and that
Longmore had carefully excluded from the sick
bed Of Mr.. Churton every one hut his own fam
! ily, and that the dying man had been upheld by