The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1854-03-16

That angels soon would be coming down
BY the week or month to take it,"
Now for our sketch. Perched away
up among the hills Of Essex county Yer.
mont, is the picturesque little village Of
Luneuburg. 1t is located in what Yam
KEGS would call a slightly position. Stan.
ding on the town.hall steps. you see at
the base OF the sloping hills on your right,
the broad meadows OF Connecticut val
ley. while on the left rise the spurs, or
preliminary elevations of the Green
Mountains. Lunenburg has all the char.
acteristicS of New England village; the
tidy, comfortable appearance of the
houses, the substantial out.buildings, and
the general air Of neatneSs and go)d
order, shows that the inhabitants are
mostly 'fore.honded' people. Two pretty
churches near their tapering spires al
either extremity Of the common, and a
handsome school.house sits opposite the
'town.hall.' A few rods from the Congre.
gational churcb, we notice fine two.
story house. painted white, with green
blinds, and broad piazza in front. A
wide. spreading elm shades the yard, roses
cluster around the gate, and holly.hocks,
and bachelor buttons nod gracefully to
each other, across the graveled path
This is Deacon Wilder's domicile. II
it was pleasant summers day, we might
see the old gentleman, seated in his arm
chair, watching the boys as they toied
away in the meadow yonder. His wife.
the fine old lady who always gets the
premium at the county fair, for household
manufactures, is knitting busily by his
side. Two years ago, another person
would have been with them; Lucy Wilder,
the gay, handsome, coquettish Lucy
sought by all the young men, and idolzed
by her parents--she might be seen, rea
ding some favorite book, or training the
morning gorys' to run up the pillars ol
the piazza.
But directly across the way, is a sweet
little cottage. Only one story, but large
enough. 1t was evidently new last year;
the paint is fresh and bright. Just behind
| it. stands a neat shop, and over Inc door
sign: MARX WILLIS, CARPENTER. =
Yes, this house, lot, shop, garden, and all
belong 10 Mark WILTSHIRE handsome
young fellow who is showing the plane al
The bench yonder. He is just twenty
four, intelligent and industrious, and in
opinion of Deacon Wilder and his vile
the 'smarlest. young man in Lunenburg
village. Two years ago. Lucy though
the same, or pretended she did, and Mark
was proud, and happy as a man can be
For three years had he and Lucy been
engaged, he faithful and constant as pos
sible, but she always flirting and coquet'
ting with some of the young men OF heI
own and neighboring towns. Lucy was
beautiful girl, still there was about her
that. hearllessnes, which always marks
The Art; her beauty was like the moon
beams shining on the snow, bright and
dazzling, but yet cold and soulleSs. She
told Mark she loved him, and he, blinded
by his own strong feelings, believed her
Often, when he saw her besowing or
others the same smiles, the same glances
and conducting in almost the same man
ner TO others as she did TO him, his hear
sank, and he felt rising, terrible, bitter
sickening feeling, he could not exgress
lie did not for moment imagine her love
was a love of intereSt--of policy, anc
could be at any time transferred to an
other in better circumstances than him
self. Yet SO it proved.
Such was the state Of things last Sum
mer. We had been a schoolmate mate o
Marks once, and meeting him one day
at our village, he said he had just comt
home TO invite his friends TO be present a
his wedding the next day two weeks. liz
was going a short journey. and should b'
married on his return-iIucy was al
ready he said; and the little cottage hat
been furnished according TO her direction
The old people we're pleased, and in fact
all was prosperous. We wished him Joy
and leh Ten days after Mark returned
and stopped the same evening with hi
parents. The next afternoon he was II
be married. Quite party OF his younI
friends we're to accompany him to Lunen
burg, ten miles distant, (for his parent
lived in New Hampshire. in the morning
, and be present at the coming festival
The stage from Lunenburg came in, an
, with others Mark sought the post-offiee
Soon letter was handed him, The cler
I remarking i, was the last 'love letter h
, would gel, probably 'Yes'said anothe
hats The last note from Lucy Wilder
4 tomorrow by this time she'll be Mrs
, Willis!' and amid chorus OF jokes Mar
a opened the loved missive.
But ah!
D There's many Slip
i 'Twixt the cup and the liP|
p and
+ "Tbc best laid schemes Of mice and men,
Gang aft aglee!"
and our hopes and expectations are ike
g The snow flake on the river,
One moment seen, then gone forever
!, And many other rhymes and sag
!. proverbs we might quote to show the VI
: certainty of all human calculations b
a il is unnecessary now. we have
/, learned there isn't any thing very certa
in this world, or any thing very true b
sorrow and tribulation. But as we sal
Mark opened the letter, first with g.,
n countenace and happy smile--but ere'l
!, had gazed on that little note an instant
n deadly pallor overspread his face al
Ie dropping the paper, he leaned, gasPln