Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1860-11-15

never know, for as he had been silent as to its
cause, even among those with whom he was
most intimately acquainted, so had he resolved
to remain since his return home.
10 his father, in the hour of forgiveness and
reconciliation, he had revealed all but now
his fathers lips wore cold in death, and his se-
cret sorrow was all his own again. Yet as he
sat there in that old familiar room, whose walls
had often re-echoed back the joyous peals of
childhoods days, when his soul in it's first pu-
rity dreamed not of sin--dreamed not that
death and beauty walk hand in hand forever in
this bright world of ours-when kind mother
watched his childish steps, aud a laughing
brother shared his sports All, those we're
happy days, and Memory's bells rung out
joyous chime as he recalled them; but as the
last days of his youth went fitting by in the
retrospection, there came saddened train
That mother, with her sant-liko face and To-
wing smile, slept the dreamless sleep, and all
his bitter grief could not awaken her. And
then another figure roso in Memory's vase-a
fair and gentle girl who won his youthful
alteration, and gave her own priceless love In
exchange. Then came tho remembrance of his
father anger, because she was poor and un-
known, and the stern command to wed another,
or leave the parental roof forever. How his
proud spirit rose in rebellion, and unheeding
aught else, he had chosen tol leave his home,
and wed the portioness girl, rather than one he
could not love- But when he went to her, and
found that she advised him to obey his father
choosing rather to suffer herself than bring a
parents curse upon one she loved 90 well, he
had upbraded her with Inconsistency and with
out waiting to hear her defence, he had parted
from her in coldness and anger. And when, q
few months later, the death of an uncle had
placed him in possession OF wealth, he had left
his native land to become wanderer, without
seeking that gentle one, though his heart &C.
kpowledged that he had wronged her with un-
just suspicious. But alas pride, that demon,
kept him CLIENT; he WAS too proud to acknowl-
edge his error, and again ask the heart he yet
most DERBY prized, and 80 he sought amid new
Escanes t9 toaget the past. BaNsudlxly there
tcame the T9clTgance Of her N5atl;I together
with letter containing her laskfarswell o!
then how bitterly did he repent that he had
listened to the voice of pride, but it was now
too late. lie had sinnod against the good and
pure, against God and his own heart, and must
suffer accordingly.
Remorse and sicknses proycd upon his frame,
and alone among strangers ho piued for u
friend
At last his prayer was answered. For
friend, true friend, was given Ling, in the per-
son Of his dark eyed nurse. She was SO gentle
and 50 lovely, how could he help feeling CRATE
ful for her care, and as she unconsciously, by
her brightness and winning ways caused that
gratitude to grow yet deeper, was it str4nge
that she came to ha necessary to his happiness?
O. how wildly did he now recall those few
brief month Of joy that followed, When upon
the restoration of his health he resolved to live
for her. Alas that there must ever be scrpent
in each earthly Eden, or, perhaps should say,
alas that all cannot resist the seFpent's tempta-
ton 1t came again-tho demon pride to Al.
berts heart-and he listened to her voice till
his heart was once more made desolatc, and as
he recalled those hours he groancd aloud.
Father, dear father, are you ill !? g" exclaim-
ed low, musical voice at his side
He had not noticed the entrance Of his little
daughter, bHt he turned quickly now and fold
cd her to his heart
Eulocen Merlyn, though only twelve years
Of age, was a child of rare loyelmess None
could look upon her bright face. perfect in ev-
cry feature, shaded with dark, shining curls,
and lit up with the light of her trusting toul =,
which looked out from those dark, ustrous ewes.
without feeling drawn towards her 1t was no
wonder that the fathers heart clung to her the
oaly apparent tie which bound him to earth.--
No wonder that. by strong effort he checked
his emotions Of sorrow, lest he should pain her,
for he read, and truly, the language OF that
speaking face, as after twinlng her arms around
his neck, and kissing biz brow, she asked
" DID father love p1or grandpapa 50 much
that he has forgotten EaIe was left him "
"No, no, my darling. did not forget what
a treasure have still left me. God grant it
may never be taken away while live, and The
arm that held her tightoned around her little
} form.
Both remained silent for a few moments, and
then she again asked
" Arc we always going to live here, fath,r?
Lutte said we were, this morning"