The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1868-08-25


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Pheta Morgan vfo8ntd Heisanlau
ii ihn wofl3. given np % its pompa ami
xAulflos, sac said Ihs yMmagl i 81
iash.aa4alo Cat He praises his God.
net ID bis heart. bat 90 strange Il
strament He dances "a The sound 81
the sidlc. and mingles with wine-hib
ers and SINNERS. II beboayos ,hea "a
tlence. 70 look vol to thy pays iog tby
leet stand on slippgfy p.accs bl
Gardner Is a steady maa hoa ehae
acier Won could rslv upon aai Who
would he acceptable tn thv f4m.lW
shall neyst mary l.i uaF3ner u
tcnc answered 6rog
rbea standing ID thy own lgHi
said Phcbc Morgan ID shaip 0boius
tones
II gleycs me % the boart, paHcnee
70 thiuk " tbes lolaIpg ihe Norls4s Aan
ity Far aud forgetting the simplicity
and spirituality Of thy fathers, Jane
Wilson said sadly.
pationea turnod from Aunt Phebe 10
her mother II was one Of Phebo Mor-
gans TRIALS that people paid little heed
to her advice Her sister Jane, with
half her words, wioldod double her pow
err Patonce Wilson locked at her
mother, and IN low, fearful tones, an
swered, Thee doesn't know what thee
asks me to give up wheI thee bids mo
dismiss John Duane,
know my child, fell from tho moth :
er's lips When was a girl | stood
where thy feet stand.
Yes, thy mother is brand pluckod
from tho burning, broke out phebo
Morgan.
Patience Wilson stood profoundly
meditatiye with white quivering lips. =
Where she had stood her mother had
stood before her. Tho holy calm Of
that mothers life had grown out Of suf !
/ fering and sacrifice. Patience Wilson y
mother sighed Whatever sacrifice her
life had known she found such compon-
sation in Abram Wilson's love. but no
compensation came To Patience.
/ shall never marry Eli Gardner 10
the longest day live, she said TO her
mother, months after she had given up
John Duane, and Jane Wilson recog.
nized IN her daughter a tenacity Of pur-
pose that admitted Of 40 such oompen-
sation
She VAS thinking Of thcso things az
/ ting IN hertidy sitGng-ro8n the follow
ling sunday altornoou. She had closed
. her Bible aud laid Off her spectacIes,
while she glanced around the room with
a mothers fond pride {ebecca aud
the Younger ones were reading quietly
but Patience drummed listlessly on The
window pane with WEAKNESS in her
face thai was painful 70 see IN ono 80
young,
Hadnt thee bottor read Che Review ?
asked Aunt Phebe, from her rocking
CHAIR across the room ~
| was thinking review, answered
rahonce, but she ceased her dtummlng-
and let hor hands fall idly in horlap.
David, I AMI ashamed Of thee, exclam
cd Aunt fhebe as David Wilson let the
cat upon the floor with its paws tied up
in paper, Read thy book about that
good little boy who ought to be pat
tern TO thee
Pshaw answered David somewhat
irreverenAy. He died when ha was
eight years o.d aood Htaa hpga IN
books always d9 II say be RJlnd,
gong to the window, thUe goes Bak
Daane III bus g3t to gJ MS 56 he
Church oi tit Hoy footh-pea t5pump
/ the organ for JDbu TN EyU 1Jt a
! 'Pisc0pal ea.lb af these, alai Billy says
he is tine ioiliest man to tell stories.
Thee needn't scold, Aunt ihcbe, cause
| call him crab; that's his name /
seen it on Il leAter--Rey Harold Crabbe.
/ They're going TO have some bully mus
&c up there tonight cause John IS 60.
ing up TO practice chant, nnd Billy
has got to go and pump for him. Col
ly, wouldn't like 10 hear him play ]
wish we had an organ in our meeting
house. ! don't see why why we don't
l say, mother
But Jane Wilson did not answer. A
1 great change had come over her. Tie
meekness had gone out of her face, and
the Madonna sadness from her eyes,
Jane Wilson seemed to sit among her
astonished children not the woman who
lived in perpetual calm, but deeply
stirred, and agitated with uncoDtrolla
BILE emotion.
janet exclaimed Phebe Morgan, in
/ deep, significant, rebuking tones. Thee
forgets thyself
Unfortunately, / remember, was the
deep, passionate answer, and for q sin.
gle instant there flashed into Jane vii.
sons eyes the spirit Of rebellion that
sometimes sat on patience's face. 1t was
only an instant She glanced around
the room on her chlldren's wondering
faces, and with the habit Of years upon
hor she put away the new, strange mood
and sat with her hands clasped over
her Bible, the sad-eyed, Madonna-faced
woman.
4 Patience Wilson that night crnmpled
III her hand note. II was John Du.
aue's old plea presented for the last
time:
Nothing Ia the world is single,
Az things by Law divine
lu oae auotIcis being mlpgie,
Z hay Hyl pith tHins -
I There is no use, Patience Wilson wai
saying to herself cannot gr,eys N,
mother 80. After tonight tneie shal
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