Year: 1873

The town of Warwick is nestled
among the hills in Vermont. The
country around is rough and broken,
and the numerous streams that leap
from the mountains top and mingle
their waters with the river at the base,
which bears them onward until they are
lost in the placid waters Of Lake Cham
plain, afford numerous water privileges,
which the enterprising inhabitants are
not slow to avail themselves of. A large
share of the people of this section are
laborers, men who own small homes of
their own, but yet obtain employment
in the various manufactures of iron,
wood, woollen and cotton fabrics, &c.
But there are some whose wealth is in
herited, who are relieved from the ne,
cessity of personal labor, but receive an
income from shares of a factory, or
from some other source, that enables
them to live in the style they desire
without manual labor on their part.


We are sorry to be under the neces-
sity of revealing the fact, as truth COM
pels us to do, that in that rugged socie-
ty, in this land of equality, beneath the
stars and stripes of our free country,
the difference of circumstances pro-
duced a distinction in society-divided
it into separate classes, in a social
point of view, that admitted of but lit
tie intercourse between them. Those
above the necessity of labor refused to
associate with or be on terms of init
macy with those of the working class.
The latter were never invited to the So
cial gatherings of the former, and even
in the house of God the line of distinc-
ton YVES drawn, as though they were
not ali children of a common father,
redeemed by the same Saviour, and
bolLnd for common destiny.


Here, for years, Mr.. Lothrop had
officiated as pastor over a flourishing
church. He was enabled to live in fair
style, but the fact was not generally
known that the farm on which he re-
sided was not his own, but had been
sacrificed to aid q brother who lived in
distant town-who had been involved
in financial difficulties-and he was
simply allowed to occupy it. He had
been deservedly popular. At the time
of which we write, he had been wild
over for several years, and had but one
child, daughter of the age of twenty
years-a young lady of more than ordi-
nary intellectual cultivation, and of su-
pelior mental endowments. Her fond
father had taken no little trouble, and
subjected himself to no little expense,
in educating his child. Her society was
courted and not few aspired to he1
hand but she gave her young hearts
best affection to Philip Amburg, the
son of an old friend of her fathers.


This young gentleman had recently
left college with thehighest honors, and
left home for two years tour Ill
Europe, with the arrangement that at
the expiration of that time he was to re.
turn and claim the hand of her whose
heart he well knew was in his own keep.
ing.


How often is it that in this world Joy
and sorrow go hand in hand But three
short months after her lover departed,
leaving warm kiss upon her lips, and
carrying comfort to her heart, she was
called upon to bid adieu to her fond
father, for the death angel had tapped
his dark wings over their dwelling, and
his waiting spirit winged its lofty flight
to the regions of the blest, to join the
happy ones who had gone before.


Soon after her fathers death, Miss
Caroline Lothrop found herself not only
fatherless but penniless, and she soon
realized the fact, too, that the doors of
that society which she had always
adorned and by which she had been
courted and fattered, were shut against
her.


Finding it necessary to do something
for her own livelihood, she applied for,
and obtained, the position of teacher of
the district school, which her education
and amiability of character well qualiti-
ed her to fill with credit to herself and
benefit to her pupils.


1t is said that troubles never come
sirgly, AMI our heroine realized the full
trath of this popular adage. She was
fatherless, homeless, pennlless, and ex-
cluded, on account of her misfortunes,
from the society of those with whom
she had always associated but, in the
midst of all these troubles, while she
was plying her daily task in order TO
supply herself with the necessary COM
forts OF life, she solaced herself With
the reflection that she possessed the af-
fection of at least one true heart, and
trusted to one whom circumstances
could never induce to change. For
awhile her greatest solace amid her af-
hictions she derived from trust in
Him whose promises are sure, was IN
pouring over the missives her lover,
who, true to his promise, sent those
tokens of a+fond remembrance, filled
with assurances of unchanging constan-
cy. All at once, these ceased. She
assigned every conceivable reason for
the omission except perfidy or change
on the part of her betrothed. Thoughts
&c tb;s ebo pou11 not for a moment