The Van Buren press., 1875-02-16
MISCELLANY.
JUST ONE GLASS.
BY EDWARD.

Near the mouth of one of the finest
rivers that finds its way to the sea is sit
uated one of the loveliest towns in the
world In this town there lived, at the
time of our story, family consisting OF
father, mother and daughter, whom we
shall call Rogers. The father was an en-
terprsing merchant, and general favor
ite in the community. He was oenevo-
lent in the highest acceptation Of the
term. His broad, ruddy, honest face
WAS continually lighted by smile til at
denoted cheerful and contented dispo
siton He was warden Of the Episco.
pal church, and occupied places of trust
in the city government.
The mother was one of the best wo
men | ever met She was kind to an
extraordinary degree, and was the most
careful person ! ever saw with reference
to the feelings Of Others. She never
willingly wounded the susceptibilities Of
any one. II she happened to be thrown
into the society Of any oae who moved
in humber walks of life tan herself, she
did all she could to remEve any emhar-
IussWeTt tHaJ uIigut arIsc IrUm suCt an
occurrence. She was charitable in the
highest sense Of the term. She never
trumpe,ed abroad her acts Of benevu.
lcnce, but quietly, and without Ostenta.
tion, contributed her mite to case the
needs of those less fortunate than herself.
Her charities were systematically arran.
ged She had lost three children, and at
the death of the third she promised that
she would lay by fifty dollars every year
Of her life, for the poor, if God would
allow the remaining child to live for tho
comfort of her declining years, | know
that, at the date of my story, she was
caring for quite number of poor fani
lies. She dressed plainly that she might
have the more ability to render assist
ance to the poor around her. Her gala
day was Thanksgiving, and early in the
morning, a large wagon loaded with pro
visions, could be seen stopping here and
there at the houses Of the poor, and de.
posting with their inmates something for
their Thanksgiving dinners. The cold
SHOWS oftwenty winters have rested heavy
upon the sod that covers her sleeping
form, but she has laid up her treasures in
heaven, for" He that giveth to the poor
lendeth to the Lord."
The daughter, whom shall call EN-.
ma, who was, at the time of which write
sixteen years Of age, was the lovelies,
girl ever saw She had inherited her
mothers excellent disposition, and was
as like her as it was possible to be. She
was an only child, but there was none oi
that malicious snarling and swapping Z
which characterizes and mars the nature,
Of the young girls Of this age, but she
was a sweet, amiable, loveahle dughtcr
She had a sweet face, that In the soft
cheerful lineaments, bespoke the purencss
and nobleness Of the heart within. She
mad plump, rosy cheeks, eyes of lumin
Gus black, hair taat fell in ringlets like
the ravenss plume adown her beaut ful
neck a small mouth, with rosy, pou;ing
lips, and voice ringing, melodious aud
musical in its utterances.
have one more individual to describe
and then to my sto,y. George Edmonds
was one OF the best young men ever
knew, and at that time was the most in
teresting Of all my male acquaintanees.
He was intelligent, sober and Industrious
He improved all his leisure moments in
reading and study. He was poor and was
working at the carpenters trade. He was
ambitious.and desired to be a lawyer, and
to attain to such a dcsideratum, he spent
his nights in studies.
Mr.. Rogers was q gentleman Of large
social proclivities, and AS a necessary
consequence, had great deal Of oompa.
ny A dinner party, however, was, with
him, "consum nation devoutly to be
wished" No one gave more splendid
ones than he; but il was fashionable to
have wine on sucl occasions. and "there.
by hangs q tale" I.. F..
Mrs. Rogers had implored her husband
to abandon the practice, and he had as
often promised to do so. But he was =
follower Of fashion, and tho arbitrary ty
rant would not allow him to swerve from
her mandates in this respect What ar.
rant slaves we arc to this goddess, aud
how cravenly do we crouch at her feet,
and hasten to obey her behests Does
she command us to bind our feet In cram
ping shoes? We bear the torture with .
grin. Does she pid us clamp our waists
till VIC could span them with our hands,
we obey at the sacrifice Of both health
and ease. Does she bid no be hypocriti.
cal In our conduct toward our fsllow.be,