The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1870-04-07

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was noble determination-afir firmnes'
Ia actn--a power in every action tc
which no painter could do justice"
Indeed!" 1 exclaimed, wondering
what the reality must have been.
"And what voice he had.n she
continued: "it was like Speaking
trumpet"
Ia g Was it ?"
When the masons were putting uI
a new steeple to the parish church al
his expense (for his generosity was
unbounded) he shouted out to them
something about its insecurity, and
they said the vibration threw down
the steeple; two men were killed, but
dear Uncle Sim provided magnificent
| ly for their widows"
@What a5v6icehe must have had p
sOh, indeed, it was what might be
called a manly voice; there are no
such voices in these degenerate days.
Whenever he called mezjust. simply
Mary,-the whole house shook. He
often, have been told, amused his
visitor in autumn, by getting them
under an apple or pear tree, and then
he would give a halloo, and they we're
certain to be well pelted by the falling
fruit. His halloo was like thunder"
"Dear Mistress Mary, did he not
make you nervous?"
"Ihave read" she answered coolly,
e that those who have always lived
near Niagara never heed the.roar of
the fall. was with Uncle Sim from
babyhood, $50 Igsuppose4 became used
| to it; but we had an old cook who de-
cfared that Uncle Sims voice broke
the drum of her ear; SO he gave her
q pension.
g He does not look like man who
could bear contradiction"
y Mary Martin turned her eyes on me
in mute astonishment. At, last she
repeated
Contradiction he was never con-
Eadicted but once, and in those days
gentlemen wore swords, so Uncle Sim
ran his Z contradictoFe througho the.
BODY
1t was Il Impossible not to start at
that, and Mary quickly addedsl2 sji43
The man should not have pro-
Yoked him he knew that Uncle Sim
was very impuIsive; dear Uncle Sim
was SO noble, he told him that if he
died he would marry his widow but
be, recovered, and they became such
fast friends, indeed, he it was who so
often told me the little incident of
tNobody's Boat.'n'aa i!s sasI9a.ilas soaese
f Mistress Mary had shown me the
remains of very fanciful little boat,
bearing the name, in a great over
shadoWed pond not far from the
house. It was most carefully pre-
served beneath d shed, and she had
promised to tell me its history.
e Let us sit here" suggested the
mild olds.hay, " and then you shall
hear" 4
Uncle Sim had an older sister,
who, In their early days, he loved very
much; though they never lived hap
PLY together, for they were too much
alike to agree-each desired to have
his or her own way. OF course, it
was the sisters duty to submit to the
brothers; but she did not think so.-
She married man he had forbidden
her to speak to, and disgraced her
family by union much beneath her.
One feud brought ON another-her
husband died as she was about to be-
come a mother, and Uncle Sim offered
to settle a handsome income on her
her husband had squandered all her
fortune) ifshe would give it under her
hand that the man she married was
scoundrel, and she begged Uncle Sim
to forgive her,"
iaSSurely," I exclaimed, "let her
husband be what he would, she could
never consent to such declaration 2"
80 She would have died rather"
aSo best"
-s The child was born, and she was
dangerously ill. She wrote to Uncle
Sim"
"Well?" ?"
ssUncle Sim was very firm and
lecided mamie loved his sister, but
ne loved his word better. She wrote
once more-it was to tell MIN that her
,hild should never cross his threshold,
unless he carried her over in his arms.
After this no one dared to come near
Uncle Sim for whole day, and then
le called all his servants together and
'orbade them, on pain of immediate
dismissal, ever to mention his sisters
lame in the house, OF bring him any
etter or commpnication from her.-
Jnele Sim was very anxiousLto get
he water lilies, yellow and white, to
ROW on sheet of water which at
hat time was nearly under the break
asst room window, and to prevent
heir being disturbed, he ordered the
,oat for duck fowling to be removed
vthe water is just where the sunk
.arden is now. One morning Uncle
Jim came down to- breakfast as usual,
nd the friend who met with the little