Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1850-1854, 1854-12-07

| FIVE wears have flown. In the hall of
a village academy, a knot of schoolgirls
are discussing a weighty matter. The
Young men of the academy have been de-
| iiyering orations of their own compost
ton, for prize; and the result has aston
ished every one.
Is it not too bad,' says Sarah, +" that
such fellow should win the prize?"
'Why, has he not as good right as
any of them?" asks blue-eyed girl OF
| fourteen at her side.
''Oh, right, to be sure! but l shouldn't
think such deformed piece of humanity
would be very forward to push himself
before other peoplew
SHOULD he not make the most of the
gifts God has given him? 1t is unjust,
Sarah! He won heprize fairly, and spoke
molly! you ought not to be so unkind %
Il suppose you think no prize too great
for him." responded Sarah, with a mali
cious little laugh. perhaps he will of
fer his services in escorting you to the
picnic next Monday, in return for your
eloquent defence of his rights. 'The Lily
of Lisbon Academy as Professor R. cali
ed her, would be honoured by such COM
pany.o
''She would indeed be honoured. Sarah.
by any mark of esteem from one whose
opinion is worth something" replied the
bluc-eyei girl, proudly arching her grace
full neck. "Did you never learn those
lines of Watts
i would be measured by my soul;
The minds the stature of the maui'"
You are most maccountable girl.
Lila Winstanl But, good EVENING"
must not stand fooling any longer" And
away went Sarah, followed by most of
her mates, while Lila returned to the
school-room. to search for missing book.
"1haak you, Miss Winstanm These
words, spoken almost in her ear, as she
was bending over her desk, caused her
| to lift her head with start and blush
of surprise. The deformed Hugh, now a
! young man of some seventeen years, stood
by her chair, gazing at her with those
mou-nful, deep black eyes, which had of
ten won her sympathy.
"Bless you for your words of kindness
they have done more for me than hun
drcd prizes could! | have learned that
there is at least one in the world who
will judge me by t'7ah-not by sight"
! In the pulpit of one of the principal
churches of D, rises Sabbath by Sab
bath. a pale-faced, high browcd man, whose
deformty is the first feature to catch the
eye Of stranger. 1t is not until you
hear him speak-until you catch the fire
| from his eye, and the enthusiasm from
his lips, that you forget to pity the speak
err. You do not wonder then, that he is
willing to come before the public eye
weekly, even with the weight of his nat
ural defects; for who can think of these
when once carried away by the tide of
his cloquence?
1 Yes; Hugh has gained his end. lie is
measured by his soul" in the sight of all
who know him. lie has strivcn nobly.
by the help Of his Maker, to fit that soul
for companionship with the spotless
apostles and angels. and a ray Of their
own pure light seems to have fallen upon
it.
If any one wonders at seeing, after the
church services are over, a young proud,
beautiful woman, lay her white hand up
on the deforlned preachers arm. to walk
down the richly carpeted aisle, they have
but to look into Lila's face for the solu
ton Of the mystery. ILL not only loves
the crippled form at her side, better than
the most matchless one of earth; but she
is OrOatd of her noble husband