Daily American telegraph., 1852-05-12

more than she could bear, and she tainted
away. She went from one taintng fit into an +
other; and when Walter was at last so much
restored as to ask for her, she was lying quite
insensible. Then first he knew how deeply and
dearly his mother loved him. Little Charlie
threw himself down by Walter in the water,
which was flooding the room, and the brothers
kissed one another, and cried for joy 1t was
many days before Walter was entirely we'll
but when he did get about, everybody noticed
a great change in him. He was more kind
and pleasant far less Jealous and passionate;
he was happier, and made others happier, than
ever before He was so sure now that his
mother truly loved him; and he knew, he said,
that he could never again be jealous OF his little
brother. But alas! Walter did not know him
self When he was fourteen, and his brother
(still called "little Charlie y about twelve a
wealthy uncle came from Boston for brief
visit As this gentleman had no family, it was
thought that Walter, who had been named for
him, would be the heir to his fortune. For this
very reason, Walter was too proud to pay him
any court; indeed, he hardly paid him proper
respect and attention, and was generally silent
and reserved in his presence. Mr.. Rogers did
not understand this manner he thought Walter
sullen and cold and though he could but see
that he was an honest, intelligent boy, he was
not on the whole, pleased with him. But like
all other visters he was quite charmed with
little Charlie; and he had not been long gone
from the village before there arrived from Bos-
ton beautiful white pony, handsomely sad
son." In a letter to his sister, Mr. Rogers said
Thinking that daily ride may benefit my
little invalid nephew, | send pony, which is
both spirited and docile. | hope that Charlie
will accept it, with the kind wishes Of Uncle
| Walter
| Both Mrs Harrison and Charlie were panied
that no present came for Walter and that he
was scarcely mentioned in the letter; while as
for Walter, he felt the old jealous feeling boil
ing up from his heart, hotter than ever, and
said some hard things, which he had better
have left unsaid.
"Why, brother" said Charlie, ~ the pony
shall be as much yours as mine; you may ride
it every day.
"No, | won't!o answered Walter, angrily
"I never will mount it, as long as | live.
wouldn't be so mean"
But Walter had little call to be envous of
his brother, who was quite too weak to ride his
pretty pony A few rods only, gave him a Sc
we're pain in the side, SO very delicate was poor
Charlie
This spring he seemed far worse than usual.
He did not complain, but he daily grew weak
and langud till finally he could no longer be
about the house. .
One afternoon, when he came from school,
Walter found Charlie sitting up in his bed,
writing; but he hid his paper and pencil under
the pillow, when he saw his brother, and has
tily wiped away some tears which were on his
cheek. That night he grew much worse-a
fever came on, and he was quite delirious. All
night long they watched over him with great
anxiety, and during the next day. though he
was more quiet, and slept most of the time
When awake, he did not speak much or seem
to recognise any one.
Just at sunset Walter was sitting in his own
chamber by the window, with his face hid in
the curtains for he was grieving for his gentle
brother, who was like to die; when his mother
entered, holding paper in her hand. Walter
saw that she had been weeping, as she said
:" found this paper under little Charles
pillow you may read it, if you WILL
Walter opened it, saw that it was in Char
lies handwriting, and read
"MY LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT.
Il leave to my dear mamma my gold -clasped
Bible. my trunk, and all my clothes, except my
new green cloth roundabout which leave to
Cousin John, because he likes it. and it Just fits
him. To my papa leave my pictures of Jesus
Christ stilling the Tempest, and the fight be-
tween the Constitution and 'Gterriere' my
seal of Hope and the anchor, and the Voyages
of Captain Cook To my sister Clara leave
my Canaries, my pet squirrel, my flowers, and
all my fairy story-books To my brother
Walter give the rest of my library, my chess
board and men, my battledores and shuttle
cock, my rabbits, my dog, and my white pony
And when ! am dead hope he will believe
have loved him dearly.
CHARLES HARRISON
Walter wept bitterly over this will But
when he had grown calm, he said
May 60 to him, mother"
"lf you will promise not to disturb him.
she answered.
Walter promised, and stole softly into the
dim chamber, where Charlie was now alone,
sleeping quietly. He knclt down by the bed
side hid his face in the countcrpane and ST.
lently prayed God to forgive all his sins, to give
him q better heart, and to make his brother
well again. Suddenly he felt soft hand laid
on his head. He looked up, and Charlie's mild
blue eyes were smiling on him
Come and lie by my side" he said And
| Walter laid himself down there and the
brothers again embraced and kissed each
other.
AS thus they lay talking softly and sweetly
together, they heard some unusal noise below,
and then their mother coming up stairs with
some one who stepped a little heavier 1t was
their father, returned from his longest and last
sea-voyage! Now he promised to stay at home
with them always.
The return of Captain Harrison did more
than medicine to cure his little son, who soon
became stronger than he had ever been before.
One afternoon, when Charlie had been n
fortnight about the house, it was arranged that
he should take short ride on his white pony
soon after breakfast, the next day
When Walter came down In the morning,
his mother kissed him more tenderly than
usual, and his father, shaking hands with him