The Belmont chronicle, and farmers, mechanics and manufacturers advocate. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1848-1855, 1853-04-08

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"Thank you, thank you, my dear Tom
You have blown away all my fears and vexa-
tions. don't care if / am SMALL don't care
fr Uncle Soomon; I'll not pretend to more
strength and dignity than belong TO me. I'll
do no hoggng, but try kindness and courtesy
instead"
"Stop, Harry What is there in you mind
now that you do not speakr'
"Just what is in yours Tom. Just what
good Mary Brown used to teach at the Sab
bath school, when we were FIVE years old.
Yes, Tom. you learned it then first; but my
mother taught me it when l was only three.
Good old Mary Brown used to say, .Whatev-
er you resolve to do, commit it to the Lord, g.
trust him to help you with it. If your les
son perplexes you, ask him to assist you. If
you are alone, and afraid, pray to him. He
is always near those who call on him. DO
nothing without a prayer in your heart to the
Saviour" Poor old Mary Brown has long
been in heaven; but her words live always
in our mind. The habit of mental prayer is
as natural as breathing to me, and las constant;
and the effect is that, with the Saviour always
before me, and prayer TO him always in my
heart, | cannot cherish unkndness, cannot
hold t. anything which find to be wrong; |
cannot deceive"
"The same precisely with me, Harry; and
if ever have success in life, it is owing to this
habit
"How much good you have done me Tom
was perfectly miserable when you came. My
uncle had been telling me what bad school
am going to take;-how the boys have fog
ged their teachers, and insnlted them in hun
dred ways--Now, Tom, you know / am not,
cowardy; but | am gentlemanly; do not
wish to be insulted by u score Of stout, hard
fsted country lads, one of whom would be
more than match for city boy. But now
don't fear. Following good Mary Browns
observation-disclosures looking to God, and de-
pending ON him,-I shall keep up my courage
and Go my best"
"But, Harry, one thing; | speak to you
like an old soldier--I have served one cam
paign.-These young people have prodigous
spirits; they must laugh, or cry, or fight, or
frolic, or something. You cannot repress their
spirits. They must have some satety-valve.
kept three. One was, when they could not
keep still any longer, to let them all rise, &
clap their hands, and laugh heartily, for three
minutes; after which gave them one
minute to whisper, and one to compose them
selves before study The second (oh, how
wished had your violinD was, in the bad
weather, when they could not play, to let
them march all round the house, Cor five min-
utes, to some old Observation-Disclosures L.
Liberty or Yankee Doodle, which all who
could whistle were required to pipe up"
"Your own bright invention, Tom
"The third one Ooh, Harry how wished
had your voice, which everybody but me calls
on angels voice-Ill. not flatter even my best
friend but see you guess the third one."
ayes, thank you; and shall practise it in
my school,"
"Do and it will be the salvation of your in
fuencc.'
'.But this George king--were those his
letters you have read me!''
"Thc same. He is an orphan, who supports
himself by working on farm, and studies all
his leisure, accepts no pecuniary assistance,
and incurs no obligation. He is the smallest
and the smartest boy Of seventeen that | ev-
er knew--born for leader. The country
will find him out when she is wanting one.
Now we must 60. Clifford shakes his bell,
and Juba is barking. Well take the violin,
and John Bennett will play half the evening.
The Deacon's family are coming to help make
out the dance"
"All ready. Fanny!"
"All ready" said Fanny.
"All ready, mother!"
"AlI ready" said mother. "Tom, dear,
drive carefully"
"Oh, yes; Clifford's always careful"
And away they are all gone, with merry
bells and glad hearts. Wearied with long
standing, and altogether disgusted with city
noises, Clifford flew, rather than ran, the few
miles which brought them to Squire Bolder's,
in the nearest country town. Juba preceded
him, barking furiously at every creature he
met, as much as to say, "Let alone my
colt"
Mrs. Somers almost lost her breath, and
quite lost all courage "Tom, dear, is that colt
quite safe!" said she.
"Oh, quite safe" cried Tom, confidently
"But you see, Mrs. Somers, he is just like a
child; he is in hurry to see home again. 1t
steils u Wtth W uiiI oiHSc VIC III W"
shall bring you home with Old Pomp, whom
you know very we'll"
"Oh, yes" said Mrs Somers; 81 am hardly
acquainted with Clifford yet"
The red twilight had faded, and the candles
cleaned from the windows of Bolder Cottage
"a grand fabric to bear SO modest name.
There was Toms twin sister Hetty
<Henriettu) aud there was Hutty, whom Harry
had all his life firmly believed to be the most
beautiful, gentle, and sweet-tempered girl in
the whole hubtable world, but he had never
said any such thing, and had been especially
heedful that no one should infer it from his
looks or conduct.
On this occasion, however, Hatty looked so
irresistibly sweet and pensive, and it was such
an affecting circumstance that they should be
separated for whole winter, that each of
them should be obliged to seek another
partner for the dance, another kind listener
to their best and gentlest thoughts, it had
nearly betrayed them both.
Said Harry, quietly to Tom, "Uncle
Solomon thought might be in danger of CIV
ing ofIance by making a fayorite of one of nv