Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1883-11-28

1t Is late ia life for me 10 start in L Aa "
life, but better late than never,' you
know. No man has right TO live unto
himselG have been doing so, but shall
right abo9t face now. have found so
much this last week to take me out Of the
nut she'll where have been living. You
have ii! helped me, and we have been
| thankful together. We are too apt to
| overlook the causes we have tor grateful
hearts. Our greatest blessings aro the
commonest, and 90 ere leqst apt 10 be
/ recognized"
! l{enry, VINO Ma2 a.-G.i L.S "a -aa. would
/ break down, he seemed so much a ected,
commenced speaking Of 'ths long Inc OF
ban&sgiving days since that initial fe-,,.
val in 1928, when the harvest being gath.
oroA, Gov. Bradford sent out . company
jog game, that they might make feast
ard rejoice together ever tie fruit. Of
their la3ors. During the two centuries
ard half which have elapsed since then,
there has been no failure in the observance
OF tine domestic rites OF the home festival
And he thought no one could estimate ne
influence which the annual gathering had
had in cherishing the love OF home and
kindred. And among the many good
things which he thought they had to be
thankful for, WAS thanksgiving day Itself"
He paused q moment, and Dinah called
out, Joe, where is Joe? He'd oughter be
here wild his tnrnal les so' or dis time lis
res 5o,' as massa says, de blessin's always
makes DO biggest heaps, only we gently
leaves 'em round loose. while we takes
lots of kere to pile up de troubles and set
down afore 'em an' take Oh, forgettn' de
marcies 'tirely."
Joe came from the kitchen upon the full
run, and was in time to say emphatically
"Jes so, ies so," and shout went up
with more than forty voices, "Just so, jes
So"
Now, said Dinah. ''de least ye ken do,
ls to glib de Lord de blessed zology, which
in nv pinion was writ on some Thanks
giving day for dis great 'casion."
Right heartily rendered we're the good
old words and tune which has thrilled so
many hearts in the past and will for all
time to come.
Cheerllr were the gOod.bye's spoken,
and earnest the hand.clasps given. and ere
the evening lamps were lighted, the family
was left to ITSELF free TO take in their great
ioy of being united under the old rooftree.
rhey spoke with subdued sorrow ofl
Jennie, her beautiful life and triumphant
death. but a new light had come to the
grandmother's face as she pressed her
new found treasure, her little Jennie to her
breast.
Henry bent over his mother and asked
under his breath, "Have you ever heard
anything from HarOld?"
She shook her head and gave q frighten.
ed look at her husband; he seemed to
divine intuilively of whom they were
speaking. He gros ned, and for the first
time in many years spoke the name of his
child.
"lf could see Harold again and |
have him a good man / would be willing |
to die. Poor boy, if l had not been so
harsh and impatient with him he would |
not have been lost to his home"
"Pa, you shall not take all the blame.
NV time was divided between fashion and
society, and my children were neglected.
can see it all now. Oh, God forgive me,
if had been more TO Harold he would
never have staid away all these years
She and tho little granddaughter were
gathered into the old gentleman's arms
and their tears mingled together.
Henry drew his wife from the room, for
the moment seemed sacred to those two
hearts, which had met again after SO many
wears. The dag had bridged over all
the GOODNESS and Indifference which had
crept into their lives unConsciouslv, and
onCn more they we're 0ns.