Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1876-06-21

$ tyrs, in my own mind, almost wildly
to keep my principles firm, and keeI
= me from sayln' sumthin' should b
f sorry for
Sumtime g, when she is a goin' O
for hours, a talkin about Doodle an
"his linament," and so fourth, | sc
opposite to her, with my knittel
work IN my hand, with no trace o
the outside of the almost fearful ten
pest goin' on inside of me.
Then Ill be a bindin off my heel, o
seamin' two and one, or toein it of
al the case may be, calm as a summe
mornin', on the outside, but on the in
side | am sayin' over TO myself, il
silent but almost piercin' tones Of ag
ony, John Rogers !-Smithfeld !
nine children One at the breast =
Gridirons !-thumb-screws !--and 81
forth, and so FORTH
1t has drettul good effect on me
| think over what these men endured
for principle, and will say to myself
"Josiah Aliens wife, has not you
heart almost burned within you, wher
you have thought of these martyrs
Have you not, in rapid moments
had longins of the soul to be mar
tyr also ? Did you spose you coult
be one without suferin' Did you
expect to be burnt up without smart
in ?"
And | would say to myself, Tin rea
reasonable axcents,) "lofty principles
and sublime ideas, may buy up the
soul triumphant, but there can't any
body be burnt up without its hurtin'
and fire was jest as hot in them days
as 1t Is now, and no hotter. If David
Doodle is the stake on which you are
to be offered up, be calm, Samantha
be cam
So ] would be a talkin to myself
and so she would be goin' on.
And though l suffered pangs, that
can't be expressed about, my princi
pies grew more hetty from day to
day begun to look more lofty in
meme and sometimes I have been
that buyed up by hard principle, and
Jest to see to what hites human
mind could get up on, while theil
body was yet OH the ground, / would
begin myself about Doodle.
And so speekin, in martyr way,
the Widder Doodle was not made il
vain.
She is a small woman, drettnl soft
Unlocking, and truly her name don
belle her ; for she seems to me tina,
soft, that if she should bump hel
head, don't see what is to hinder ii
from hattin right out like putty
head.
l guess she was pretty good look
in in her day. On no other grounds
can | account for it that two men evel
took after her, Her eyes are roupt
as blue beads, and looks considerable
on the bead plan. She is light.com
plected, and her mouth is dretfu
puckered up and drawed down. 10
slah cant bear her looks. He has
told me so i'll confidence number ot
times. But l told him | had seer
wmmen that looked worse, and
have.
"Wall, says he, 81 have seen then
that looked better, far better"
Says |, "Where, Josiah ?"
Says he, "Father Smiths daughter,
my companion, Samantha"
Josiah thinks sight of me il
seems to grow on him. And with
me it is ditto and the same.
When two souls set out in married life
a sailen on the sea of True Love, they
must expect to steer their way
through rocks, and get tangled in the
sea weed. the rocks of opposing wills
and the sea-weeds of seltishness, and
before they get the hang of the boat
it will 60 contrary. Squalls will rise
and must upset it. They'll hist uT
the wrong sails, and tighten the
wrong ropes, and act like fools gener.
ally, and will sometimes look back
with regret to the peaceful but lone
scme shore they have left, and wish
the hadn't never set out. But il
they'll be patient, and steer their boat
wise and straight, calmer sea is
ahead, deeper waters of trust and calm
affection, on which the boat can sal
onwards first rate. They'll get pas,
the biggest heft of the rocks, and ge,
the mack of sailin round the ones tha,
are left, SOS not to hit 'em nigh SC