Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1855-08-16

she exclaimed, as he raised her tenderly in hs
arms, and seated her on q sofa, "ye have bro
ken my puir heart! =" :" How SO, my Bella
explain +" Ye were drunk, raving drunk,
Jamie, and wonder the elders did nae take ye
out of the pulpit! Ye whined and ranted, and
sometimes, God forgive me for saying sac,
thought saw the Evil One standing beside you,
laughing and clapping you on the shoulder. My
puir brain reeled-I was mad, and knew tim
mad now-I Gamma live out this day. feel my
blood freeze-oh, God, be merciful to me sin
ner, and save, oh, save my Jamie! p" Her head
reclined upon his bosom, she gazed upon him for
a moment, and expired in his arms.
He had preached his last sermon. No en-
treaties Of 9 congregation iwho loved him-no
flattering offers of future preferment, rendered
by the gentry could induce him to resume his
labors as minister.
Five years passed. when the writer Of this,
who was his schoolfellow, accidentally met him
in London. Jamie was one of the principal
teachers in large educational establishment
and was highly esteemed for the moral excellen-
ccs of his character, as well as his varied learn
ing and skill as successful teacher. He was
dressed in deep mourn ng, Stunned society, and
when the labors of the day closed, he either
wandered alone through the streets, or retired
to his lodgings. The scene of Bela's death was
ever present to his memory.
Her poor soul; he said, saw him as he was
poor, vain, self-conceited sinner. For the pur-
pose Of concentrating his thoughts and infusng
life into his sermons. he was in the habit Of ia
king glass of whiskey before entering the pull
pit The morning before he preached the fatal
sermon, he felt rather nervous, for he knew
there would be strangers to hear him, and he
took nearly two glasses What he said, or how
he conducted himself, no effort of memory could
recall-the death of Bella alone had merged
itself into the doings of that dreadful day. The
compliments which he received sounded in his
ears like satire and mockery, and the very name
of liquor impressed him with horror.
He left home and came to London, where he
obtained situation as a teacher. But every
thing appeared SO black to him, that he ex-
pressed fear he should in some unguarded mo-
ment destroy himself
His friend, who was a sailor, suggested some
active employment, that would call into play
his physical faculties, and thus give his mind a
resting SPELL and ended by offering to procure
him place before the mast in q ship. ~ like
your suggestion said he, but dislike the
sea-" "Tben turn soldier, and seek employ.
ment in India, where there is always plenty Of
fighting" ~ WILL" he said, springing from
his chair, when my engagement expires, viii
purchase an Ensign's commission. wonder thu
thought never suggested itself to me, for m,
ancestors, as far back as can trace them, wer
soldiers. Better, far better, die on the field 0
battle, than fall by ones own hands +" W
separated.
A few weeks since, in running my eyes alon,
the list of those who had distinguished them
selves at the battle of Inkermann, saw tn,
name of Lieut.. Col. A letter from nv
friends has since informed me that he had servec
in India under Lord Cough, and was promoted
for his gallant conduct in three campaigns. He
was present at the battle of Alma, Balaklava
and Inkermann, and at last accounts was il
good health, engaged in the seige of Sebastopol
He was still single; his heart was dead to
love. .''-Boston Atlas.