The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1859-04-13
MISCELLANEOUS.
From Soah's Tines.
Little sallfe Pembroke.
ny WILLIAM LINN r,ppAii.
cHApTEk I,

oaln' III malne, tue city OF my NATIVITY
had not visited for nearly twenty years
need not detail my wanderings, and
could not, if would, describe the feelings
with which l returned.-The night rar
away was dark and drizaly the day
went back was bright and buoyant. Then
my parcuts were living; now they were
dead. Then ] was but sixteen, my face
round and ruddy, and my heart full Of
hope now | was nearly forty, and my
temples were whitened with the frosts Of
timel
In tbnt part of the city where my father
had lived, there were very few local
changes. Here and there a house had
been removed to make way for the march
ofmodern improvement some open spaces
were built upon, and occupied one or
two new streets had been laid out and i'm.
proved but the general appearance Of
the neighborhood was unchanged.
1t was otherwise with the people None
Of them remained as when l had left the
city. The old were in their graves, and
the young were grown to middle life. Of
these some had gone to the west and south
some to Canada, and a few had followed
my example and gone to sea.
OF those that remained, not one re.
msmbered me, or even my father. was
referred to an old man who had lived in
the nsighborhood for half century but
his memory was SO impaired by time, that
l gained no certain information, such as
I desired.
Luther Morgan 2" repeated the old
man. closing both eyes, as If to shut out
from bis brain everything but my inquiry;
him a. lived on the corner, opposite
Pembrokef"
Yes" replied, my heart giving
joyous bound, for saw that be remem.
berod.
"Ah me !" said the old man, mourn.
fully; he 10 dead this eighteen years."
He had a son" I inquired, with an
unpleasant sensation.
Ay. a worthless vsgrant that ran away
to sea. and lsft the old folks TO die Of
sorow.-
Such, have no doubt, was the opinion
entertained Of my unnlial behavior At
the time, BY all who sympathised with my
bereaved parents. As it was nothing to
feel proud Of, I pursured my inquiries
without disclosing my identity.
"You mentioned the name of Penn.
broke?" I remarked.
"Ah. but he is dead too. He and
Morgan died the same year"
He had a daughter p I continued,
With emotions very different from those I
experienced when inquired for the un.
grateful son Of Luther Morgan.
He may have had" said the old man
after reflection but I don't remember.
His reply in some measure dashed my
expectations, for the daughter whom the
old man had forgotten, was the sole oh.
jsct Of my solicituds. But having proved
the efficacy Of close examination great
many times. l at oncs resolved to contin.
ne my inquiries.
"Who administered upon the estate 2"
| began.
II think It was his wifs's brother" re.
piled the old man, thoughtfully; I" but I
am not certain"
Where does he reside 7" I continued.
He lived then in New York, bs.
lisve; but I am not certain Of that either
1 varied my questions in dozen diff.
fsrsnt ways, but failed to elicit any fur.
thsr information.
From other SOURCES learned that Mr..
Psmbroke's property had bssn sold years
before. by the bfothsr.in.law alluded to
but on what authority I could not dis.
cover. for I searched in vain for will or
other evidence Of legal procedure.
cuASTn n.
have often wondered Why I thought
20 much Of little Ssllis Pembroke. Shs
was only three years old when lsft home.
! had no hope that she retained me in her
rsmsmbrance--she so young and I 50 long
absent. Reason and experience forbade
the enjoyment Of such conclusion.
think NOW that Il must have arisen
from the pleasing remembrance Of early
associations. I'm the hrst three years of
her existsncs l had held her in my arms
hauled her in my carriage, tossed her on
my hands. and handled her upon my knees
hundreds Of times,
For twenty long years. in my wander.
ings over half the habitabls globe. never
saw a little girl Of three or four years old