Western Reserve chronicle and weekly transcript of the times. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1854-1855, 1855-03-21

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his search. For, in my rough country
way O. thinking, it must be something
particularly out o the common that could
tempt Thomas to be O. the missing
Indeed, L medina say tempt, for there
could be no inclination in any way
And our hills" he concluded, in a low
er tone, care not over CLANCY in other
respects, besides the breaking up O. the
storm"
"Oh," said Mrs. Elliot, wringing her
hands, 81 have had the coming O. this
about me for days and days. My head
was growing dizzy with happiness, but
thoughts came stealing upon me Ike
ghosts, and l felt lone soughing about
my heart, without being able to. tell the
cause but the cause is come at last
and my dear lThomas-the very staff
and pride o my life, is lost lost to me
| forevcrn'
81 ken, Mrs. Elliot, replied the Nor
thumbrian, sit is an easy matter to say
compose yourself, for them that dinna
ken what is to feel. But, at the same
time, in our plain, country way O. think
ing, we are are always ready to believe
the worst. l have often heard my father
say, and I've as often remarked it my.
self, that, before anything happens to a
body, there is something comes over
them, like a cloud before the face O. the
sun /: SORT o dumb whispering ab ut
the breast from the other world. And,
though l trust there is naething O the
kind in your case, yet, as you observe,
when find myself growing dizzy as it
were, with happiness, it makes gooi the
saying O. mothers, poor body BARNS,
bairns,' she used to say, there is over
much SINGING in your hea S tonight /;
we will have a shower before bedtime.
And | never in my born days, saw it
lail."
At any other period, Mr.. Bells dis
sertation on pr sentiments would have
fund fitting text on which to hang all
the dreams, wraithS, warnings, and mar
vellous circumstances that had been
handed down to the company from The
days of their grandfathers but in the
presentinst they were too much &C.
cupied in consultation regarding the diff
ferent routes to be taken in the search.
Twelve horsemen and some half doz-
en- pedestrians, were seen hurrying in
divers directions from Marchlaw, as the
last faint lights of melancholy day,
were yielding to the heavy darkness
which peared pressing in solid masses
down the sides of the mountains. The
wives and daughters of the party were
alone lett with the disconsolate mother,
who alternately pressed her weeping
children to her heart, and told them to
weep not, for their brother would soon
return; while the tears stole down her
cheeks, and the infant in her arms wept
because its mother wept-
Her friends strove with each other
to inspire hope, and poured upon her
ear with mingled and loquacious con-
ISOLATION. But one remained silent.
The daughter of Adam Bell, who
sat at Mrs. Elliot's elbow at the table,
had sunk in:o an obscure corner of the
room. Before her face she held a hand
kerchief wet with tears. Her bosom
throbbed convulsively; and, as occa-
sonally her broken sighs burst from
their prison-house, a significant whisper
passed among the younger part of the
company.
Mrs. Elliot approached her, and TAX
ing her hand tenderIy between both Of
hers-"Oh, hinny, hinny!'' said she,
eyer signs gae through my heart like a
knife! An what can do to comfort We?
Come, Elizabeth, my bonny love, let us
hope for the best. Ye see before ye a
sorrowin' mother mother that fondly
hoped 10 see you AM Gamma say it
an am i'll qualified to give comfort when
nv own heart is like furnace but oh
let us try and r emem5er the blessed por'
ton "Whom the Lord loveth, He chas-
teneth," an inwardy pray for strength
to say, "His will be done !''
[ConeIHded merit Wesk.l
SCHUYLER THE RUINED BANKER.-A
New York letter writer makes the follow.
ing comment upon the fallen fortunes oi
the celebrated Robert Schuyler:
passed the other day the splendid
mansion of Mr.. Schuyler, whose sluPen.
duous frauds are So well known. II
was closed and apparently solitary, though
his family still reside there. What con.
trast few month"; has apparently made
in that family! Its glory is dim. Crowd;
no longer assemble in the spacious par
lor; the coaches of the splc cndid and gay
do not line the side walk; the brilian
tights ard the dashing company no lOngel
allure the crowd 10 herd around the curb
stone all is solitude. But what les
son does this event teach. Mr.. Schuylel
had two chachttrS. In business, OIL
change, at his rooms in the Astor, he wa
known as the high-minded, honorable
successful, pure-minded man, one o
whom Now York was proud, of whom
she delighted TO honor. Now come will