The Weekly Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, O. [Ohio]) 1861-1???, 1867-03-08
The m@nae.

Tn, tell Of q young girl, some seventeen
years Of age, who. clad IN deep fnourning,
Knocked st the door ofa rich mans hOuse
In one Of our largest cities, and asked en-
eerly forths owner. The servant, no doubt,
partakhg OF the demeanot OF his master.
who was deemed a rash and severe man by
all who knew him, was about to turn the
suppliant from the door, when her impor.
tuntties touched lingering chord Of sym.
pathy in hie heart and he announced her 10
tho lerdly owner Of the mansion. He wAs
indeed a stern man, aud apparently, hard
and uufeeling in his nature. There was
deep wrinkles on his brow, which seemed
TO denote that he had not passed through
life without rartaking Of some Of it's eor.
rows and many OF it's cares. lie was in a
deep reverie when the eervant entered ,
perhaps counting his gains. or, it may be
bringing back the past before him IN a
glass, and counting up his hours from child.
hood to his weary age. Who knows 7
How few carer But strange il was, even
TO his servant, who knew so well the for.
bidding nature Of his master, when alter =
moments hesitation, the rich mAn said /:
" Let her cone in."
In moment the poor girl was in his
presence. II was strange contrast; that
weak trembling being, trcading upon soft
carpets IN the msek habliments Of poverty,
Ia the presence of the owner Of millions
abe in her deep humility, and he in all the
lordlincss Of wealth. She stood before him,
and in low trembling tones, that were full OF
melancholy sweetness said: et
"Sir, am a stranger and IL distress; I
am fatherless child, and my loved mother
is severely in. For months my hands have
labored to srstain her, but poverty came
too fast upon us. We are poor, but we are
not beggars we came from q far country,
and are strangers. One hy one we have
parted with all our little VRlHsbles, and
here is the last relic of loved father. He
gave it to me as q Notwithstanding TO
keep Tor his dear memory bu' alas starya.
tton is a stern thing, and necessity knows 40
law. You are rich--some say you are an
kind, and yet have ventured will you
buy it sir 2"lfu .I'v -aris .su
She ceased speaking and the rich man ap-
he appeared touched he looked at the
speaker with u glance in which tender.
ness seemed struggling with the mOrOss feel
lngs which hhd for 30 many. yenrs con.
gealed into ice the more tender emotions
of his nature. .---.
Look up oung lady said'he A-if
His voice had iu il tone OF sympathy
which gave her confideiice; and she raised
her eyes timidly TO the penetrating glance
OF hlm IN whose presence she stood.
Let me examine the article which you
wish me 10 buy" lie continued "and al.
though not doing business III that line, yet,
perhaps, may be indGced to help your
present necessities -. .I liz
The trembling girl took from her neck n
black ribbon. at the end OF which there
was attached arieh jewel Of gold It was
OF singular shape. and upon its two sides
were engraved certain characters of which
Its pleading pOssessor knew not the mean
ing and yet she priced it much, as the gift
of 4 dear parcnt; and as she almost re-
luctantly placed it in tile lhands of him
whom she had sought to be its purchaser,
she pleaded. ,..,l,. !. .-.,s4 .In'
When times come good again, sir, then
l can buy it back but oh, buy il now sir
that may get bread for my mother, and
procure that medicine which her malady
requires.
The rich man had taken the jewel in his
hand, he passed the ribon through his fin
gers and ut last looked uton the article
which lie was solicited to buy. Why does
he start why turn ghasily pale aud then
sink into the richly cushioned chair that
was behind him, cover his face with his
hands, and weep like little child? Why
press that jewel to his lips, then to his
breast, and again weep?
Reader, do you ask whyP Let me tell
you. The jewel---the last relic of that
poor unfriended girl and her mother---was
that of a Mark Master, and it belonged TO
Ihe only brother of him to whom It was
offered for sale. Oh how deep was the
within the mans breastl He was
rich in ali that this world can afford OF
worldly wealth, bat meagre in those deep
md dear affections which make life desira
BILE. He had lived for himself, and hoard.
ID up the dross of wealth. and permitted
ille fountains of deep affections to dry rr
his soul. lie had forgotten his kindred
nc remembered not the old homestead, nor
the familiar faces that used to bless him by
,he ireside. But now, as If Providence had
directed it all, a little jewel his brolher's !
mark, came to him, even as the day star
comes to the dev0tee, TO direct his thoughts
q. Heaven aud humanize his feelings. The
'troDg man was subdued. He is no longer tile |
nan bound up in gold, but the man made |
md renewed in the image of the God Oi
Iovel But let him weep the tears will do
im good, for they are not only tears OF
leep cObtflton ior past Sins OF omission,
'ut drops that will bring blessing On
more than one sorrowiBg heart.
Hear him. while he speaks. -a
q Young badly, do not ask your name.
The man who owned this Jewel was the
on of my fathero and my brother by tie
most as s0cred as that of blood. Was he |
'Our father 7 Tell me ~ ..t
" He Wds my father, sir" o. Co., r
Then am your uucle take me to your
mother. Henceforth our fortunes are one
-wy home shall be yours. andyOu shall be
f# .ff%
There were three happy hearts that day
n small house ia Que Of the lanes of that
rowded eity---a tall dark looking man,
With iron.gray hair and strong features,
ct now bearing a snbdued aspect. and
eye a widowed invalid, with a
laod smile iTrsdiating her calm and beau
ifui features and young girl gentle in
er sUbdued beauty blessing Cod. that
Lis smile had sanctified THE LAtT RELIo
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