The national era. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1847-1860, 1852-03-25

father-and nobody helped me :"
That's right" says his father depend on
yourself my son You have better chance
than ever your poor father had
At this moment there is a rap at the door
and Eliza goes and opens it. The delighted
"Why this you calls up her husband
and the good pastor Of Amerstberg is welcom-
ed There are two more women with him, and
Eliza asks them to sit down
Now, if the truth must be told, the honest
pastor had arranged little programme, ac-
cordmg to which this affair was to develop it.
self; and, on the way up, all had very cautious
ly and prudently exhorted each other not to
let things out, except according to prievous ar
rangement
What was the good mans CONSERVATION,
therefore, Just as he had motioned to the ladies
to be seated. and was taking out his pocket
handkerchief to wipe his mouth, so as to pro
coed to his Introductory speech in good order,
when Madame de ThOux upset the whole plan,
by throwing her arms around Georges neck.
and letting all out at once, by saying 20,
George! don't you know me Pm your sister
Emily
Classy had seated herself more composedlv,
and would have carried on her part very well,
had not little Eliza suddenly appeared before
her, in exact shape and form, every outline and
curl just rs her daughter was when she saw
her last. The little thing peered up in her face
and Classy caught her up in her arms, pressed
her to her bosom, saying, what at the moment
she really believed, = Darling. I'm your mother
In fact 1t was troublesome matter to do
up exactly in proper order but the good pas
tor at last succeeded in getting everybody
quiet, and delivering the speech with which
he had intended to open the exercises and in
which, AT last he succeeded so well, that his
whole audience were sobb,ng about him in
manner that ought to satisfy any orator, an
cient or modern
They knelt together, and the good man
prayed-tor there are some feelings so agitated |
and tumultuOus that they can find rest only /
by being poured into the bosom Of Almighty |
loye-and then rising up, the new-fOund family !
embraced each other, with Il holy trust in /
Him who from such peril and dangers, and by |
such unknown ways had brought them to-
gether.
The notebook of missionary, among the
Canadian fugitves, contains truth stranger
than fiction. How can it be otherwise when
a system prevails which whirls families and
scauGrs Mon '.,e+si,yrs, a. Nnr .a.u NSnrls
and scatters the leaves of autumn These
shores Of refuge, like the eternal shore, often
unite again, IN glad communion, hearts that
for long years have mourned each other as
lost. And affecting beyond expression is the ,
earnestness with which every new arrAa
among them is met, if perchance it may bring
udngs OF mother sister, child or wife, still lost
to view in the shadows of slavery {
Deeds Oh hcrosm are wrought here more I
than those OF romance, when defyng torture p
and Drawing death itself the fugitive yoluntari- =,
ly threads his way back to the terrOrs and perils
of that dark land, that he may bring out his L
sister or mother or wife v
One young man, Of whom missionary has q
told us, twice recaptured and suffering shame
ful stripes for his hcroism, had escaped again; .
and, in letter which we heard read tells his Il
friends that he is going back a third time /
that he may, at last, bring away his sister. t
My good sir, IL this man hero or a criminall |
Would not you do as much for your sister,
And can you blame him!
But. to return to our friends, whom we left
wIpng their eyes and recovering themselves
from too great and sudden Joy They are
now seated around the social board and are
getting decidedly companionable only that
Classy who keeps little Eliza on her Ian, occa-
aonally squcczes the little thing in n manner
that rather astonishes her. and obstinately re-
fuses to have her mouth stuffed with cake to
the extent the little one desires - alleging,
what the child rather wonders at. that She has
got something better than cake, and doesn't
want it,
And, indeed in two or three DAYS such a
change has passed over Classy, that our readers
would scarcely know her The despairing
haggard expression of her face had given way
to one OF gentle trust She seemed to sink. at
once, INTO the bosom of the family and take
the little ones into her heart rs something for
winch 1t long had waited. Indeed her love
seemed to How more naturally TO the little
Eliza than to her own daughter for she was
the exact image and body of the child whom
she had lost. The little one was n dowerv
bond between mother and daughter through |
whom grew up acqualntanceship and affection.
ELIAS steady consistent picty, regulated by |
the constant reading of the sacred word made !
her proper guide for the shattered and |
wearled mind OF her mother Cassy Welded
at once and with her whole soul to every
good influence, and became deyout and tender
Christian
Alter day or two, Madame de Thoux told
her brother more particularly of her affairs.
The death of her husband had left her an
ample fortune, which she generously offered
to share with the family When she asked
George what way she could best apply it for
hun, he answered, Give me an education.
Emily that has always been my hearts desire
Then, | can do all the rest
On mature deliberation it was decided that
the whole family should GO for some wears to
France; whittier they sailed, carrying Emme-
line with them
The good looks of the latter won the afiec-
uon OF the first mate of the vessel and, shortly
after entering the port, she became his wife.
George remained four years at a French uni
Versty, and, applying himself with an uninter
m't'ed zeal, obtained Il very thorough educa-
ton.
Political troubles in France, at last led the
family again to seek an asylum in this coun
try
TO BE CONCLUDED NEXT wEEK1
BEAUTIFUL FIGURE.-Two painters were EN-.
poyed to tresco the walls of magnificent en-.
thedral; both stood on n rude scaHolding. con- |