Mineral Point weekly tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1859-1868, 1863-05-06
we're q sweet household picture, sDnshiny
with unfailing good will. and OF a dexter

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we're q sweet household picture, sunshiny
with unfailing good will. and OF dexter
cus sSssy.ssessssa=asssasps
pie. Ny husband was looking at her one
day, and rs she tripped away on some er
rand be observed
she is graceful little saint ALI her
attitudes are beatitudes.p ~
Bridget waspure and devont enough for
the compIimant; and i had nos been mar
,.ried % long Init that l could excuse the
evidsnce OF his observation of another,
for tie sake of the neatness of*the phra.e
I should have ihooght tie unconscious
childincongruously lovely amongst brooms
and dust-pans, pots and kettles, suds and
slops and dish water, had l not been about
as much ooEcexned among than mysslf.s1s
Bridget had been with me only day or
two, when q friend and fellow matroE, ia
the course of an afternoon call, apprised
me that there were reports that Bridget
O'Reiliy was a thief,-in fact, that she
had been turned away by Mrs Adams for
that very offence, which she told me = out
of kindness, and with no desire to ipjure
the girl, but there is so much wickedness
among ihese Irish" She had heard this
tale, through only one person, from Mrs
Adams herself. Ew s. F Fgwgw
This troubled me yet 4 should have
quickly forgotten it. l met the same wo
man in several other directions within a
few days; and now it troubled me more
Women aressuspicious creatures. l don't
like to confess it, but it is true. e
So l felt these stories. l could not find
it in my heart to talk to poor Bridget
about it. | could not tell her large heart
ed old mother. This reluctance was en-
tirely Involuntary instinct. | wish l
had felt it more clearly and obeyed it al :
together! There is some fatal cloud of
human circumstances that covers up from
our sight our just instructive perceptions,
makes as drive them out before the me-
chanical conclusions of mere reason and
when our reason, our special human pride,
has failed us, we say in our sorrow, 1 see
now; if | had only trusted my first i'm
pulse What is this cloud Is it origi-
nal sing | asked my husband. He was
writing his sermon. He stopped and told
me with serions interest, This cloud is
that original or inbred sin which we re-
ceive from Adam obscuring and vtiating
the free exercise of the original perfect
faculties willing them down, as it were,
from high native assimilation TO the op-
erative methods of the Divine Mind, to
the painful, creeping, mechanical proceed
ures of the conparing and Judging reason.
And this lost power is to be restored, we
may expect, by the regenersting force of
conversion"
know I've got the right; because, af-
ter Henry had thanked NE for my ques-
ton, be said l was a good preaching stock,
that the inquiry 'joggled up his mind,
and suggested just what fayed in with his
sermon; and afterwards | heard him
preach it; and now l have copied it out
OF his manuscript, and have it all correct
and satisfactory. What will be do to me,
if he should see this in print2 But can't
help it. And what is more, / don't be-
lieve his theological stuff. If it were true,
there would not SO many good people be
such geese.
But Whatever this clood is, it now
blinded and misguided me. | quietly,
very quietly, put away some little moneys
that lay about-locked up nearly all my
small stock of silver and my scanty jew
elry-lock ed my bureau drawers-count-
ed unobtrusively the weekly proceeds of
the washing-and was extremely watCh-
ful against the least alteration of my man
ner towards my poor pretty maid.
1t might have been a week after this,
when my husband said one morning that
Bridget's eyes were heavy, and she had
moved with start several times, as though
she were half asleep. Now that he spoke,
| saw it, and wondered that l bad not
seen it before; but think some men no.
tice things more quickly than women. l
asked the child If she were well.
Yes, ma'am," she said, spiritlessly,
I" but my head aches"
[ observed her and she dragged her.
self about with officially, and was pain
fully slow about her dishes. At tea-time
[ made her lie down in my little back
parlor and got the meal myself, and made
her nice cup of tea, She slept a little,
but grew flushed. Next morning she was
not fit to get up, but insisted that she was
| and would not remain IN bed. But she
ate nothine-indeed, for day or two she
had rot eaten--and after breakfast she
grew faint, and then more flushed than
ever; seemed likely to have hard run Of
fever; and | sent for my doctor-a no.
| m9opath.
He came. saw, queried, and prescribed
Doctor ike, he evaded my inquiry what
was the matter, so that l saw it was 6
serious case. On my intimating as much
he said, with sudden decision
"I'n tell you what, madam. She may
be better by night. If not, you'd better
send for Ragford. BE might do better
for her than |"
was extremity surprised, for Bagfort
is vigorous allopath of the old school
drastic, bloody-and an uncompromisine
enemy of that quack," as he called my
grave young frieLd. | said as much. DR.
Nash smiled.
"Oh, | don't mind it, so long as ths
patients come 60 me. [ can very wei
afford to send him one now and then
The tact is, the Irish must feel their medi-
cine. It's quite often that raking dose
will cure 'eIn, not because it's the righ,
thing, but because it takes their imagil a.
rion with it. The Irish imagination goes
with Bagtord and against me; and the
wrong medicine with the imagination il
better than the right one against it.
care more about curing this child than
do sbons him. Besides, and be grew
grave it may be no great favor to him. ,
| obliged him to tell me that he feared
the attack would develop into brain fever
and he said something was on the girls
mind. As soon as he was gone. | ran up
to poor Bridget whose sweet face and
great brown eyes were kindled, in hei
| increasing fever, into hot fearful beauty