The Literary echo, and Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1851-1854, 1853-06-23

You would run after a stranger in +;
crowd, but have no anxiety aSout youl
own family. Can't you wait an instant
until | inquire whether the children are
all safe in their beds :"
Certainly, my love. Mary" to the
girl who opened the door, "are the
children sound asleep"
90, yes, sir, long ago"
There, my DEAR said Mr. Bingly
to his wife, " all's right, you hear. Now
90 in; 1 shan't be gone long" And
much against his wifc's wish, Mr.. Bingly
set out to ascertain the cause of the
crowd.
People may wonder why staid f,mi.
! ly man like Mr.. Bingiy, habituatcd tc
the crowds and casualties of Liverpool
should thus needlessly take up his time
and offend his wife but the fact is, that
years before his neglect on such an occa-
sion prevented his seeing, for the last
time, his earliest and dearest friend,
Frederick Triebner, who had appointed
to meet him for a farewell interview,
previously to his going to settle abroad
The chaisc was overturned as Mr.. Bing-
ly passed by carelessly and unconscious
ly; and his friend, too much injured to
keep his appointment, was, after his
broken ribs had been set by the surgeon,
carried on litter on toard the ship, and
they never again met. Bingly never
forgave himself for the neglect and his
fdgety anxiety about all such disasters
was now increased to feverish pitch,
by a sort of presentiment that his eldest
son Harry, from whom he had parted in
anger four years before, was about to
return home.
Young Harry Bingly, was gay, high
spirited, and the usual associates and
temptations of town-life, particularly a
suspected low attachment, so exasperated
his father, that-notwithstanding he
dearly loved the boy, who, moreover,
was the pet and darling of his mother
in moment Of excitement, he said -
I" Leave my house, sir 4; you are dis
grace to my name and roof; leave me,
lest l strike you to my feet. The
naughty boy flushed, then turned deadly
pale, gave one glance at his father, who
had already half repented his rash
ness, and, without word, quilted the
house, and, in spite of every exertion
and inquiry, had never since been heard
of.
By the time Mr.. Bingly reached
Lionel street, the crowd had dispersed
All interest or sympathy in the matter,
whatever it might have been, seemed to
have subsidized. "Can you tell me-" he
inquired Of the only loiterer, what the
accident was that happened few min
utes ago :"
Avs sure aw doant knaw," replied
the man, Il" may be war cab ourturned,
or t. omnibus broak down. This bee'st
wurs corner i'Liverpool for smashing.
II chap as keaps that drug-shop gets a
foin livin' out o'dead folks that's carried
in there"
MIR. Bingly looked at the shop. 1t
was past the hour of closing. The
shutters were up, but there was still a
glimmer of gas through the fan light
over the door. He paused, irrcsolutc
whether to inquire further, when the
light disappeared. "Oh," said he, re-
conciling the matter to himself, 4" it has
been triaing affair, | suppose. I'll
ask Tisick all about it in the morning,
as | 90 to the office )" and Mr.. Bingly
turned his steps homeward; but still
strange misgiving, an unaccountable
strong feeling of curiosity, persuaded
him that he would be sorry if he did not
inquire further into the matter; there
fore, though half ashamed of his own
weakness, he once more retraced his
steps, and, going up to the private door,
rang the bell. I" Is Mr.. Tisick at
home 7"
I" Yes, sir; but he's engaged just
now: Perhaps you could wait little.
VIII you step into the parlor 7"
"Oh, it's of no consequence" said
Mr. Bingly, 4" | merely called to inquire
who was hurt by the accident that hap
pened in the street short time ago."