Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1863-07-31

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man tongue to utter; and sleeping over
it, his wrath accumulating like an ava
lanche in the interim, he beat the unof-
Tending young man, the next morning,
like plantation slave.
David submitted to his father and en-
dured the injury without struggle, with
out word. But his heart was broken.
Between that hour and the hour of his
brothers. funeral, the blacklist temptations
haunted, pressed upon him; leaped up
against his weak, bewildered conscience,
and overset it. All that makes life beau
tiful in this world of death and pain, gen.
tie sympathies and affections, holy minis
tries of angels wearing humanity, were
as Arabian tales to him. This worlds
future, unseen, guessed at, lying in am
bush like nondescript beast Of terror,
mnst be more dreadful than the unknown
world where bis brother had gone. His
resolution was taken. He would not wait
for the uncertain messenger; he would
Join his brother then. A rope, beam
in the barD,-nothing was easier. 80
there was another funeral in the house.
1t was a pity. OF the sublime beauty OF
patience, of the grandeur of old heroes
and martyrs who suffered in innocence
and silence, and now wear crowns above
the stars, he knew nothing There was
the second funeral, and from that moment
Beulah Lance was but as galvanized
corpse in the house. She spoke to TO
one, she looked at no one; she neither
wept nor smiled; she performed no labor.
When driven by hunger to eat she took
whatever food she found. She sat in a
stupor Of melancholy by the large, old
fashioned Fireplace, or crept into her
bed and this was all the variety OF a
life which stretched to eighty years.
Fifty years after the merry wedding
day of Jonathan Lance and Beulah How
ard, a grandson of Mrs. Love, travelling
in the region of Lanceboro, went aside
from his route to see a man whose name
had descended to him as a proverb.-
Coming up in the twilight to the house
to which he was directed, he saw, near
the door, an old man cutting wood.
SIS this Mr. Jonathan Lance 2 asked
be.
Yes replied the old man, pausing in
bis work.
Il am John Love, the son of John
Love- said the young man by way OF in
PRODUCTION.
What! neighbor Loves grandson"
asked the old man with surprise. There
was an Edward Love who was my neigh
Dor thirty years ago,
He was my grandfather
We'll, walk right in,' said Mr.. Lance,
with surprising hospitality; 4 will come
in when get my wood chopped. You'll
see a stupid old woman there, but you
need not mind her; il you speak to her
she won't answer you
To US Americans, house built fifty
years ago is supremely old fashioned and
quaint. So this one seemed to young
Mr.. Love,-with its fireplace ten or
twelve feet wide, in one corner Of which
was heap of Goals and half burnt brands
of wood. Beside the fire sat a strange
looking old woman, while on the part of
the crane fartbest removed from the fire
perched a tame hen just retired for the
night. Presently Mrs. Lance crept into
the bed which stood in the corner, Mr..
Lance came in with his wood, and Jock,
the son who remained alone of the chill
dren in the old house, brought in the pals
of milk. Going into the cellar immedi-
ately, Mr.. Lance brought up number of
potatoes, using his leather apron as bas-
ket. These he buried in the bot ashes,
and then sat down to question Mr.. Love
OF his fathers family, and with an old
mans garrulity beguiled the time until
the supper was cooked. Then a chair
without a back was brought TO the fire,
the potatoes uncovered and taken up, the
pigs kettle brought conveniently near,
and broken tea cup containing salt pro-
cured; the chair and the kettle were, l
suppose, an advance on the days of Ad-
am, but here was patriarchal simplicity
for you. Yes, and there we're three
knives, likewise comparatively modern
invention and this was oil.
/ doubt if you would have thought of
DR.. Hollands 'humming bird probing the
bell of white Tipped morning glory as
these three men gathered, as best they
might, around the broken chair and
'probed the roast potatoes hospitality
was extended to the grandson of the old
neighbor, hunger was satisfied !; and in