Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1855-05-17

monty IN tears, anu dIter sucH a WISH ne Hdu
been known to be sober for several weeks.
This mystery, Whatever i, might be, was
now abou, to be cleared up. A group Of
eager gossips had already gathered s5ou.
The door. Expectation was on np-toe.-
The door had 10 be forced for old Paul
had disposed Of the KEY, and Miss Vinegar
face was of the opinion that he would glad
" have carried the room itself with him 10
his grave One of the shutters, which old
Paul had always kept closed, was opened
10 le. in the light oi day, end with it all tha,
mystery vanished. Instead of haunt for
the revels Of the spirits Of darkness, or mur-
der-spots ,ha, ''would not ou,,'' we found
nothing but large square room, furnished
with an air ofgenliI,y and taste which even
the dust Of SO many years could not entire
Iy conceal, and in strange coniras, with the
rest cf The house where confusion reigned
in sloveny and drunken glory. said the
mystery had vanished, and with it all that
coarse hilaritv. Even the rollicking auc-.
tioneer was silent-his harsh features COW
cred with shade Of thoughtful sadness
Those hearless gos,lts, too. stood mute,
though sadly chsgrned TO find ell their
twenty. years. mystery thus "vanishing into
thin air." More than one lip quvered, and
more than one hard hand brushed away The
obrusive tear, as that dusty old room call
ed up some touching memory from its obi
vinus sIumber There was one old wo.
man who in the midst Of the hustle Of the
DAY. had seemed busy with her own
thoughts. and more than once her heart hSd
seemed full. ss some little article was sold.
! had notice this and inquired who she was.
They told me her husband was once
drunkard. but had suddenly reformed and
become respectable man; that they had
been miserably poor, with large family;
bu, after bis reformation, became quite CONS
forlable-Iivefs and all sgreed tha, she was
as good a woman as lived this side of heav-
en-.
As she en'ered this room, her feelings
quite overcsme her. The tears coursed
each other down the deep furrows in her
cheeks.
YES" at length she said. '',hsi is Nelly's
room, just as she left il. Wha. swee,
creature lha, WAS! She was an angel TO
TIIJ - r-a.a
ever did day pass wi'hou, her bringing
over some nice li'le thing for poor Willie.
who was sick so long ; but he's well now.
thank God and they're both in heaven to-
ge,ber And then she had such kind ~sv
of giving any thing, that il would make q
brown crust taste good. ii was different
! times in this house when she was in it, from
what il has been since. ] always hoped
she would be the saving Of poor Paul, for
she could do anv thing with him !; but she
saved my poor husband, for he never drink
ed drop after she talked to him-so like
an angel as she ~as-just before she died
He couldn't mention her, ill .he dav Of his
death, wilhou, crying. She WASH. quite
eighteen when she went away. ! always
told Them she didn't belong 10 this world,
bu, was only here on a visit. Wha, time
,hs, was, the day she was buried ! Whv.
every body, all ebou', seemed tofeel just os
if il was one OF their own family. J Ciin 7
see bu. our children felt jus. as bad IS they
did when our Katie dei. Poor, sick Will
lie cried ill j, seemed his hear. would
break though she sent word .o him the
day before she left us-for suffering as she
was. she seemed to think of every body but
herself-tha, he must be patient, and NOT
mind If he did suffer good deal, and he
would see her again before long. 0 dear !!
i,'s enough to make one wan, To die, just 10
see the dear child again. Blu. never mind,
children, shall be along soon."
As she uttered lhe last sentence. she look
ed steadily upwsrd, end spoke in conf
den,isl tone, as If she saw those loved ones
on the borders Of the spirit world, waiting
impa,iently for her to join~them. During
this simple talk of the loving old woman, j
there was dry eye in all that, moment
before. careless and j"val crowd. mine were
so blinded that | could no. see il; and
fell, convinced, more Than ] should have
been by volumes Of high-sounding eulogie:
and grave stone panegyrics, that from ths
dusty old room, nearly thirty yesrs ago, at
angel had taken her homeward flight, ant
that she bad since been occasionally per
mi,,ed 10 fit, like, q memory OF The past, a.
cross old Paul's degraded soul, if perchanct
she miphl vet win him from the error of biz
wavs.
Blu, how, thought ], could such an one
grow up under such circumstances How!
why, the same wsy The mos, beautiful flow
er grows under The cold drippings of tht
! glacier, or.
I -s'is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert AIR."
The Divine Goodness is so prodigal-
no, prodigal bu, proiuse-in the bes'owa
of His gifts, that, as there is no place in ma
lure wi,hou. its beauty, so there is none sc
morally waste and desoIate that it does no
produce some flower Of paradise. There il
no thick -man.ing pool of depravity so stag
nant that its waters are not sometimes stir
red by The fullerlng Of an angels wings.
, An pgly baby is an impossibili'y.