The Westerly echo, & Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1854-1858, 1856-08-21

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originally came from and. then having
taken few good looks at the weather
beaten church, the high old steeple,
which was wonderfully reduced in size
and elevation since they first saw it, to
notice it, in school-boy days; then
taking a turn among the white grave
stones, see if there are any very green
mounds, fresh made, and if SO, who
among old friends have gone to their last
resting place then to kiss mother and
sisters, shake hands with father-and
the stage is at the door Of the tavern,
and they are ready for start to 60
anywhere.
Walter went up to do, and did do,
all this; but he did not get into the
stage at the tavern. He walked down
the road ahead of the coach, towards
the old bridge, and told the stage driver
to stop and let him get in at the minis
ter's house i at Parson Fuller's; Mary
Fuller lived there, too, for she happened
to be the parsons only daughter. She
was the merricst, lovelicst little witch
that ever wore long hair, and had blue
eyes. She was on y twelve years old,
and Walter was near seventeen. She
did love him, though; he was almost all
in all to her; he had fought her battles
all through her childish campaign and
she had no brother. She was Walters
cousin, too-a sort of half. cousin for
her mother had been the half-sister of
Walters mother. They were not too
near related for purposes hereinafter to
be named.
Poor Molly she would have cried her
eyes out on this OCCASION, had it not been
that Walters solemn phiz set her ideas
of the ridiculous in motion; and she
made a merry ten minutes as wind up
to their parting scene.
Three days afterwards Walter was in
New York, and just four months and
twenty days further on in Times alma
nae he Was making out invoices and act
ing as corresponding clerk to the " firm"
in Bombay.
l shall not stop long enough to relate
how many times he went to the exhibi-
ton of vemonous looking cobra de capel-
los biting Sepoys, just fer fun, and to
show how innocent the beauties were,
and how easy their bite was cured how
often he visited the far-famed Elephant
caves; how many times he dlued with
Sir Robert Grant, the Governor of Bonn :
bay, and how he was with him, and what
he said the very morning Of the day the
old scourge-the cholera-made the ex-
cellent Sir Robert its victim; all these
hinges | shall leave to another time
and more appropriate heading. |
skip over all these and six years of time
beside, and land Master Walter at
Staten Island, bring him up to the city
in a steamboat, and leave him at re.
spectacle hotel, and there let him SLEEP
all-night, and take good shore 'rest,
after tedious voyage of four months or
more.
The next morning we awaken him ;
make him get up and pay his bill take
a hack, and ride down to the New Haven
steamboat, and 90 on board. 1t is
seven o'clock, A. M. At one, p. NJ,
the boat has reached the landing; his
trunk and traps are on board the
Litch6eld stage, he has taken seat
inside; his destination is an intermediate
village. He is alone in the stage--no,
not aloue-there is an old woman on the
front seat, and Presbyterian clergy
man on the middle seat. The stage is
up in the city and slowly meandering
about New Haven town, picking up
picking up passengers, who have sent
their names to the stage office, as is still
customary in that staid and sober city Of
minerology, theology, and other ologies
in general. The stage Jehu pulls up
at the door of neat little cottage in
Chapel street to take passenger-a
young lady of sweet seventeen, or
thereabout Before she has got fairly
inside, Walter has noticed her, aud she
has noticed him too. He gazes with
astonishment at the perfect vision Of
loveliness before him he hasn't seen
anything Of the kind for ssme years