The Democratic advocate., 1870-03-17

the sky OF bcneiaction. FOutley, his
patron aud sclfappoinicd agent, was
true to his grcatlul instincts and his
important trust, and Daniel Mosgar
became the possessor of untold wealth
AS if Heavens rebuke were designed
to DO Immediately manifest, the strata
did not extend into the land of Robert
Mosgar, aud he saw with double morti
fication the conlrasted wealth Of the
nephew he had despoiled. Between
his efforts to purchase any part Of the
FOOLS farm or all of it, at any price,
stood the sagaciuus, watchlul and hon.
est Fontley; and of what pityng |
Providence had held in mysterious re-
serve for the day Of the idiot's destitu-
tion, The mind aud heart of Fontley be-
came the guard.
Nor was this all the fortune of the
fool. In his youth he had been
bright" as the saying is; but dis.
ease of the brain had settled there,
converting it to idiocy. Years of full
darkness had left 40 hope for revolu.
ton of reason, but now the reign of fol.
ly had expired. The sudden change
in his lot threw Daniel into state of
fcverish exultation, which resulted in
severe sickness, from which skilful
treatment raised him gradually to health
aud sense again.
Il appeared as if JOY had started and
loosened from his brain the disease
which had made him idiotic, and the
long latent blne was expelled forever.
He arose a man, Man, in the sane and
and glorious control Of all his faculties.
Man, in the full possession and free use
of that immortal mind, without which
he would be no kin nor part of the
Creator, nor dream that our final home
ard harbor is the bosom Of our yearning
God. A man Fool no more and like
one who wakes from some long vission
of dread images, he moved and spoke
with an unladen mind, and wept in
JOY at the coming of the morning Of his
liberty.
The tears of Fontlcy and his daugh.
ter were freely mingled with his-a
happy trio. And still prosperity, with
brighter smiles, marched fondly on
with him. The darkness ftly fell on
the other side Of the canvas, and the
justice of God was vindicated.
The harvest of Robert Mos:ar became
the prey Of various misfortunes. They
were backward, scant miiiewed, here
schorched by too much heat, and there
destroyed by tempcsts Murrain blight.
ed his cattle, fire destroyed his buildings,
aud as if the hostility of the elements
and ofman were not punishment enough,
and sickness prostrated him, and in the
midst of his running adversely his only
children died.
So fed the promise of the better farm.
So perished like the golden mists of sun
set the VISION of the william. When
he recovered from the couch of physical
prostration, he learned for the first time
of all the good fortune of the nephew
he had wrongcd-his reason added to
his riches-his futher bliss-his union
with his benefactor's daughter. Then
walked Robert NIosgar forth into the
air, and confessed, in anguish, his
wretchedness. He beat his breast, and
strobe among the ruined fields, and
knelt and sobbed aloud:
Now, o Lord, l know my sin
And though my heart is broken, it is
purified"
And SO ends the story of the "fool's
farm" SO it closes with moral. Let
not the oppressor be too confident
The changes of the New England's
April are not so great as the changes of
mans estate and they who exult, in
cruel self.reliance, over the unfortunate
and unhappy, may take their place TO-
morrow