Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1857-09-18
RIDAY MORNING, SEPTEMBER 10, 1857.

laceu, ana neatly clau BOY, tle Seth
Milford of other days.
Seth was very happy there, Mr.. Will
son was so kind and fatherly, and his
wife could not have treated her own
child better; and little Matte, with her
laughing brown eyes full of merriment
was always at his side as he sat, after
the days work was done, in the vine
covered porch, or neatly secured, airy
kitchen, or large white-washed parlor,
with its fantastic pictures and little or
namental pin-cushion, needle leases and
braided rugs, and rows of white dishes
on the snowy shelves it was indeed
home there, for one who had been so
long homeless.
But, one hazy October morning, Seth
stood in the vine-covered porch in the
garb of a traveller The good farmer
and his wife and little Matte stood be-
fore him, all talking earnestly.
"Seth, my lad" said Mr.. Wilson,
"you have been a good boy, and done
well by me. ! should like to keep you,
but as your great desire, it seems, is to
become scholar, and you choose to 60
alone into the great city, and 90 through
many trials and difficulties to be one;
but, Seth, my boy, | have lived longer
in this world than you; you will find
something that will seem almost impossi-
BILE, but remember, take an old mans
advice, perstere, this has long been my
motto. | have never known it to fail.
You must write to us Just as soon
as you learn how" said Mrs. Wilson.
kindly, "a prosperous journey to you,
good bye"
You must come back very soon,
Seth; / will be so lonesome when you
are gone" said little Matte, as the tears
dimmed her brown eyes. Il will wait
for you at the gate every night" And
so Seth left his home and hurried away.
Weary indeed Seth found himselfwa
ing the crowded pavements of large
city. The numberless drays, coaches.
expresses, omnibusses, and vehicles of
every description. the crowds of people
hurrying to and fro-the handsome build
ings and magnificent show of merchan-
die of every kind completely bewildered
him.
We need not follow Seth infinitely !;
repulsed. scorned, laughed at for his
greenness, he wandered on, His proud
spirit was wounded but not broken. -
Farmer Wilson's motto was constantly
before him he at last found situation
in livery stable, where he was to de-
vote all his time before and after school,
and thus pay his way.
We might follow Seth to the Acade-
my, unknown, poor and ignorant, laugh
ed at and tainted by his schoolmates,
and placed in the lowest room among the
children-slighted and scorned even by
them 1t was a lonely and sad time, yet
it passed away.
Five years from the time he entered
the Academy he graduated, and entered
one of the first medical colleges in the
city; writing or working as he had done
before, and thus meeting his expenses.
At the age of twenty seven Seth Mil
ford left the University'with the high
est honors; loved and respected by all
honest and upright in all his dealings;
educated, with talents cf high order.
no wonder the wealthy and honored
sought his society, and forgot his educa-
ton was all that he possessed.
\
Ten years-they had passed with their
storms and sunshnes, over the old farm
of Mr.. Wilson. And the SHOWS had
whitened his locks, and Times rough fin
gers had left their traces upon his brow;
yet the smile was still there, and the
warm heart with its kindly bcatings was
still the same. And his good WIFE
Time had written no sad tales upon her
open brow, though her snowy cap shaded
her silver brown hair, and her step was
slower and her voice had less Of music in
it's tone.
And Mattie-the laughter loving,
brown eyed Matte; those ten years had
passed like sunshine over her young head
and the pretty girl had blossomed into
the beautiful woman.
And one bright spring morning, when
the daisies and buttercups bloomed there
was a bridal in the old parlor at Farmer
Wilson's, and Dr. Milford bore away the
lovely Matte as his bride, and in the vii
lage Of ~, not many miles from Squire
Williams mansion a neat white cottage
bore the sign IS. M. Milford, NJ. D.
Z" A new doctor in town, Squire"
The old man raised his head slightly,
then sank back YEARLY
Where from p he asked at last.
From c.; bis name is DR.. Milford
performing wonders l tell you; better
let me get him"
Milford" he said at last; "and
that name haunts my sleeping and my
waking hours. Why can not crush it
from my memory? No, no, It's hard for
one like me to'die--hard, with all my
guilt to go; hard to die-die"--and a
cold SILVER shook his frame.
And drove him away Seth, Seth,
come back; / drove him away into the
forest, and he is dead, and ! am going
to meet biml No! no! cannot dioY'
SO raved the old man in his delirium
poor Squire Williams conscience had
done the work.
Squire Williams recovered. There
was no malice in the noble soul Of Seth.
Long days be watched by his bedside, !
and not until the old man had fully re-
gained his health did be make himself
known
You are q noble man; I could trust
you with my life," said the aged Squire,
while the v,aynn taays xainad ovev hia nalo