The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1877-11-14
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Ny niece and name-sake Jane Stone, had
been coaxing me to pay her visit ever since
she married John Stone, and left Snagletown
to live In Fatlletown. / never approved Of
Jane leaving Snagletown, but when woman
once is married she has to follow the fortunes
of her husband, whether for better or for
worse, but often 1t happens Il Is all for the
worse. In my humble estimation a young
girl is far better of single !; how many young
girls in the full beauty and grace of their
young womanhood have stood before the al
tar and with radiant light beaming from
their eyes. have given themselves away to
one to all too soon, proves to be entirely un-
worthy Of the sacred trust not only broken
his vow, the vow that he pledged before high
heaven, to cherish. love and protect until
death us do part, but broken the heart Of his
poor wife by GOODNESS and neglect.
missed my niece very much after she went
away, seeing she had always lived with me,
and if she had lived anywhere else but in
Tattletowu would have been to see her long
ago, but after much considering l concluded
would venture all the gossip that might
meet with, and as am only poor woman in
the humble walks of life, perhaps might es-
cape the long tongues that so abound in that
town.
had an awful trouble getting off, my old
man is always throwing obstacles in the way
of my doing anything brt after living twenty
| five years with David Dixon, learned to let
him alone in all his growing and fault find
ing, it is more habit than anything else, like
q great many other people, he enjoys growl-
/ ing naturally, it is real pleasure 70 have
something to scold about. But flushed my
house cleaning, made my apple BUTTER put
down my winter pickles, had the dress maker
Miss Nancy Brownie fix over my black
alpaca, did intend to have new one but 1t
is like getting blood out of a stone to get
money out OF David, be would have paved
my path with gold dollars before we were
married, but precious few gold dollars have
walked on since that time.
My cousin Lucy Dixon came to keep house
for me while was gone. David and her rare a
good team. nothing ever suits either Of them,
would have good time.
arrived at the town of Tattleville at about
six o'clock, it was very stormy and not a
sign of a carriage or hack of any kind to con-
vey passengers to their stopping place, my
niece said they used tohavc hack but It had
been done away with--a great mistake
think.
The town is situated on the banks of a
river and lisa very beautiful place out wardly,
several churches, school houses, stores and
some very beautiful private residences, how
many of the latter are built with somebody
else's money beside the owners. | will not
say after we had reached the residence of my
niece and had unpacked my trunk and had
my supper we sat down for talk, but no
sooner had we got comfortably fixed before
the door bell rang and two ladies called.
Really wondered what under the sun Tattle-
town needed Of any weekly paper, nothing
that had ever happened but what those two
women knew, and what had never happened
they imagined it had, it seemed to me as If
they were never more in their element than
when they had some story about their friends
and neighbors to talk abont. Some lady in
the church where they were members dressed
great dealt wonder where she gets the
money think il is very strange indeed how
she can afford TO dress SO much Z Although
was stranger to them all, thought to my
self what business it was of theirs, then after
they had picked that lady entirely to pieces,
they spoke Of some lady who had recently
met with great trouble, how will she bear
i'll they exclaimed dear me, 1t would kill us
outright, we never could stand 1t" But Mrs.
No docs Lot mind it all, did she not? The
ocean deeps are mute, the shadows roar, and
she Of whom they spoke was one Of those who
could die and make no sign, even as she
could live implied rather than make sacred
sorrows theme FOR vulgar comment. But
would any of her girlhoods friends, would her
gray headed father himself have recognized
his wiDsome bright-eyed darling in the wo-
man will. wild yet weary hopelessness
about her that gives one the idea of patience,
not smiling at grief but gone mad with
the slow agony of endurance. After they said
good-night / asked my niece who they
were. Oh, she laughingly answered, only a
very small part of Tattletown. The saints
deliver me from the larger part mentally ex-
claimed as went to my room. opened my
Bible and found these words :" A backbiting
tongue hath Disguised many, and driven
them from nation to nation, strong cities
hath it pulled down and overthrow the
houses of great men. A backbiting tongue
hath cast out virtnous women and deprived
them of their labors. Whose harkeneth I'M
to it shall never find rest and never dwell
quietly. The stroke of the whip maketh
marks in the flesh. but the stroke of the
tongue breaketh the bones. Many have fallen
by the edge Of the sword, but not so many as
have fallen by the tongue" The next day
was the Sabbath and we attended church
where the gospel was dispensed with by a
great many.
Here saw another bit Of Tattletown. The
minister was faithful, devoted man Of God,
doing his duty faithfully and earnestly, but l
am afraid he had some crooked sticks to deal