Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1873-04-04
The Leisure Hour.
We TTIRBS.
J"dge rot that &c be not Judged.

To commence a la Wilkie Collins: The.
time was morning; the scene. Miss Net
tires bed-chamber; the personages, Miss
Nettire and an angel, on whom she had
opened her eyes. .~
Miss Nettire was person who regulated
herself tocertain infallible rules. She new
er deviated from them by the breadth Of
hair. You at once perceive that she could
have had no faults. Her neighbors did de-
viate from these rules; worse yet, some
times wholly denied their efficacy. Being
faultless herself, Miss Nettire had all the
more time TO devote to her neighbors, and,
as a right minded woman, was in constant
concern about them.
Therefore, when, as have just said, she
beheld an angel, who demanded of her the
names of the most grevous sinners who
had offended her, she might have been
startled, but she was not amazed beyond
measure. She had a.. feeling it was very
much what might have been expected of
Heaven, and that the angels selection of a
guide was not amiss. She answered the
question with full degree of composure,
within her. Now it would be seen, with
the sanction of Heaven upon her, who was
right-she, or the people who sneeringly
declared that, If she were saint, they pre-
ferred to remain among the sinners. How
would they do now? Would they shrek,
| or swoon, or fall on their knees and call on
| her for protection?
| To proceed "a la Wilkie Collins: Place,
Will Hartleigh's bachelor lodgings time,
break fast time; persons-invisb!e, Miss
Nettire and the angel; visible, Will Hart
leigh and his chum, Ned Hill.
Miss Nettire looked about her with virtu-
GUS horrof. She hardly felt safe there, even
in the company of an angel. He was a
flirt. He attended theatres, and talked &C.
ology, and made wicked jests on the T. P.
(Truly Pious) when he met Miss Nettire,
Briefly, he was absolutely without re-
deeming trait, and tho least that the angel
could do, in her opinion, was TO brand him
and shut him up in a cage.
"Can't do it, Ned I" said Wills jolly
voice. "To tell the truth, had set my
heart on running over TO Europe this year
but was obliged to pay out 81 900 in an
other direction so I must stay at hom,
this season."
That was all-not a word more but un
der the solemn, benignant look OF the an
gel, there flashed into Miss Nettires brair
q sudden scorching consciousness OF thei
meaning. The recent Juneroseville fir
had left Miles Stanley penniless. He wa
an old man with helpless family, and h
was also VIII Hartleigh's persistent enc
my. Some one sent Miles Stanley gift o
$1,000. No one had praised the unknown
giver more loudly than Miss Nettirc. Sh
had also taken VIII to task for his eviden
satisfaction over his cnemy's misfortune
The generous unknown was viii Hart
leigh, and he had sacrificed his years pleas
ure for his enemy, and told nobody.
III.
Place, the parsonage; persons the muc
enduring pastor and his more endurin
wife; Miss Netlire and tho angel invisible
Miss Nettire looked hard at the ange
This was degenerate parson. He was O.
horseback when he should have been Wis
iting sick old women, and he paid thre
/ visits to Mrs. Hauton, who occupied th
most stately house in Juneroseville, wher
: he paid one elsewhere. If ever the thur
der fell, what head better merited It tina
that of this selfish, frivolous, worldly
time serving, latitudinarian priestf An
again Miss Nettire looked hard at the al
gel. The parson laid down his book, an
looked anxiously at his wife.
81 am troubled for Mrs. Hauton,"
} said, with sigh. "Her trials are so many
First, the death of Lucy, and now this tel
rible anxiety. Mr.. Hauton is undoubtet
ly insane, and yet his insanity is mike
with so much cunning that IL would he q
easy matter to prove 1t; and she is obligc
r to look on quietly while he recklessl
o throws TO the winds her children's prope
s tyj and TO crown all comes this trouble b
o tween John and his father. The your
man will not credit his fathers mental col
m dition-insists on demonstrating with hi
n as IL he were reasonable being. The Pc
y woman feels AS II she were losing her fai
under these Affections"
Mrs. Parsons looked sympathizlng.