Weekly Messenger, Volume 3, Number 6, Vevay, Switzerland County, 12 October 1833 — Page 4

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A VOiCK FICtOI TIIK WINE I'liESS fcV 3M:vS il. f. GOULD. " Twns for ibss ihey n-ar'd the vine, Fosler'd eveiy leaf and sdioot, I.'fd see its tendrils t if inc. Au'J i -.f r!ii.-d h from branch to root! 'T'-'-iis for this, tli.it from the blast 1? wassceeasd and tang'it lo run, '1 hit i'S i'liit might ri pr-ri ti'St, OVr the trellis, to ihe smi. And for this they rndely tore

lltEIICTI03T. A TALE. BY RICH Alt D rENJi SMltH. concluded.

And are you the stranger," she ex

But the flower will revive iig.iin in J a? I drew nith to the village, it nppeartpring," Raid Lucy. " more beautiful than! ed quite deserted. I rod-u; to the tav

fat ihe time it failed." I em, but my attentive host did not make

All th-.ngs look glad in spring,'' he hi appearance. I remained, seated on

continued, '-the notes of the various bitds imy horse, with my face towards !he Bloc

Kidge the winding road which ted a-

are more melodious, (he buds burst forth,

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claimed, drawing her skinny arms frr.ra-"e momuain tree? pu on meir nrn si the sods in which thev were immeised . ;tb, the flowers of the valley dispense and placing them akimbo; "are youthe hpir hidden fragrance, the ice-bound the stranger, who baited t our village 'tw freed from its fetters and every years agoue, when our husbands and our ,ree w,,h grance; but I, mm were rr.archinz to the wars m the thi general revival must fade and

cl'!!:r !r-.iii the stein;

'I w IS to cruso '.is 11:1 w jjuji Out " verv Hood for ih.em.

W.;

h ojjh e are tortured ihu?,

(.: estnee s.'.al! etiuuie, Ve-i;'.!!fe they shall Sr.d. wi'h r.-, jNUy be slow, but will be sure. A. 1 the longer w e re pent, i'rom thf air r.nil cheering li::h?, -r;-n!er v-hen thvy L'ivo us vent, F r our rvst shall be :nr might. And our spirits, they shall 5ee, Can assume- a tii usand sliapes; Tu ?i are wenis verity, Uttered by the dying grapes. Jinny a stately form shall red. When our p" f- c is flt within; AJov a fjoiisii ton-e reveal What the teec-nt d::uxht has born: 71 or a thoughtless, yielding youth, Vv'i h his p;ci!ii-e nil in bloom. G-. fr ;n pr.t!)3 f oeacc and truth, To an cu:';"; siitinaf'ji tooib. We 'he pui?o will oft unclisp, All iT .: !dp!i rp.-.i-i:re tak?, And, the ht.'band in our zrp. Leuvi' tii-j wife witii he;i rt t break. Vh''e !.-i 1m1;: arc puici-ed with cold, Vc will SuiJ him 1 "he bowl, T.ii ;.ii featnies we lielioi l Glowing 'ike a living toai. We will l id Uip fown-inan pi-t

To hif bp a :;bii3 or two. riien we'll ; -ih ii:n in the foot, Till it tiiers'Cjj the sl.-e. A'A veM t !i the Pc!or- l.i!S, WMJe he parriei is in vni1:, IIo io.iV cu e. bu! n-f wi.l kit! i ill Ciir th u-;i.ti !a we h::ve slaio. When i''-o d'3vn 'heir ponce an 1 het'th ."?rcii,h p. -id i ;t'S within thcbnwl, More c1!! ask tlmn life or weaii:!, Vi e"il require th very souti Y'1 who from our blood or3 Vcr, Tnke th" eha'ga we gi eyou uow; Tuste not, ye wait and see if th rr.i;vi forget their vow.

Canada?" ' 1 am the 9ame." " Well, my old eyes have not f-iiled me yet, in spite of all my sorrow. That was a wofal day to many of v.. and many

a wofal day did it briny; after it." I mj quired after the fate of her husband. j'Good man," the continued, "he has (fine to a more peaceful world than this. I He was a hard working man, and well to

'do, and never w roused Hnother of the!

u-alue cf that suds, and that ii more lhani foree caa ?hv that rida in their gilt jcoches. But he is noiv pone where ihv.v will ma to better. Recount, than

ah! the gold an.: dross of thi world. If were but hick again. I should not be -nving here like a frail v olave a? I am to tin'l bieiid for hi poor dear orphan boy. Gilbert: ' ihe cried in a shrill tone, and -continued: "but I will train him up in

Jtlie right path, and he will not depart

from jt. Gilbert!" flhe again cued wiib increased energy. " He ii the comfort of my age, the joy of my widowed heart. Gilbert, you Giltvert," she $Uriek?d. which way can the brat have gom:?" She e?pied the luckier little ragged nr chin haid by, laughing aloud and wtet H02: w ith a water dog, dfipping wet fnun

tne river. Til change your note, you tnndatiftil hound take that,1' she ex

claimed, at the name lime suiting the action to the word. The boy made a iia!y retreat, cryhg; and the dog ian -liter hint harking, and rubbing his wet iifi on fhe g:eea sward, i i the fullnei j".y, which c.!.-: h.inily be attributable to the fad's misfortune I intjMii-ed of the ir g, how her hu.

rearrtt

i)aud. the dtmnmer lied

It fJc;c he dent!. Tiv.rs Le i;ond why seek to live?

for Vi !iai besiie has life to jjive? Iw:. Life, and Youth, and Beauty tun.

1C 5ioj,e he dead say! where are you? Lrve without Hope! It cannot bo. There is a vessel n yon sea. Jiecalm'd ar;r oarless as despair, A"-' kr.w 'ii- h'ne'e?3 love that's there. f.'fc a I li ;'-.t Hope'. Oh, that is not T !:v. but day !v day to rot

V.'ith feeling- cob!, and t)-i.ns dead T v.-iijdur o"c the world, and tread TV, in its herviti;-; and to 7J', 0 i e vacai-t. oVr its fl-nv'ry .-r.ze; i 'iii ik, if th:3 be Liife t!ii:o sav, V ; i' lives when ho.? has Hod auay? Yoit'i without 'Ji;."! An eiui.et.3 night. Treed which have felt the cold spring

bli-iiit, The Jilt ai-rj! I1.1rb.3s, aol the thunders si rife, Yo: i)ir. away a weary life, W,icii. old', would lave sunk and died, Bt-ueaih in- sr ;Los their youtls defied Ii-.it cursed with leoth of days, are left To nil at V'Uth of Hope !erift. And Bca (y too when Hope is gone, rJ;-s iot' ' :i ray iti which it shone; A -. sin ii wi'hont this borre v'd li;h 11 is lo-' die brain which trade il bright. ?mw what avail the M'ken hair, The an'C otnile and per.ile air. The beaming eye. ariii glance refined, J'aint seirbb'.nce of the purer mindAs gold dust rpark'nog in the sun points wh?re the richer strata run, Ai.-s! thev now just seem to be

iivctow'd 'o mo:k at misery. Tl e- apeatt of days, long, long gone by. 'j i on point to cold Reality, And, with a deaih-hke smile, they say, 'Oh!" what are we when Hope's away!" 'thus Love, Ijife, You til, and Beauty too, When seen without Hope's brighi'uit'g hue, Ail sih ic Misery's saddest tone, Whv sei k to live if llo ie be gone? E3oi;ir. Vv- roved thr-upn many a weary round, Pvi: wrsiifU ieJ east and west; Pleasure in evwry cli i 0 I've found, Kut so.ujibt in vain for rest. Wiiile !'ry sighs for other spheres, 1 ice I that ru.ii's too wide, And t ink ibe iiomk that love endears Is worth the worH beside.

Dr. Fiar.klin recommend a young

mil in the choice of a wife, to select ber from a bunch, giving .us his reasons, that when there are many daughters th y improve each o'her, and from emu

lation acquire; more accomplishments,

and know more, and do more than a

single child spoiled by by parental fond nes;.

, Like a soldier, on tne frontier. He .wa shot with a nmkel ball, ami fell by !'.he :de of Hugh Cameron, who Heavt-n jbk- hun. nam the same time innimcd.

anl cii'.e a cripple for hie. Jve, yoo

he g)P?, leaning on the arm of Lucy Giay. Poor souls, their only joy ie to be together, b'ji that iov wi':l not laft

long. I have lived a goodly liine, uddj have seen many, bti never a pair lkc

iliem. I neir trlh was plighted oeloie

the wars; he loved Lu-y more than life, from the lime he was a boy, anil u-t d to hi tak the hush of the mountain ith the sound of his flute at midnight, with him who now rests under the cypress liee. Yet when he found himself a ciipple. and unab'.t? to support his Lucy by the labir of hi hands, he sent a letter from he hospital w litre he was lying, many a

long mile from this releasing Lucy from her vows, and ranking her quite dee lo marry another ;f she fancied him." l It was nobly done on hi? part: wbai answer returned Lucy ?" ' Site wrote to him, that as Hugh Ca raeiwii was no longer able to work f i

Lucy Gray, she was able atid willing to work for Ilueh Cameron, lie no sooner

receied the letter than he left the hospital, and travelled h iinewaids, for be was impatient lo see her that he now loved more than any oi'ner. lie travelled

fir ;V;d fast, night and day, which brought

n a fever, and when be ai rived at list.

he lookpd like the shadow of what hv

was He lav on his sick bed fur weeks; the fever was cured, but it left behind a

di-ea?e which no medicine can curc

Lucy and the invalid had By this lime

entered the village; I felt a curiosity to

ee more of them, and takieg an abrupt

leave of the. loquacious w idow. I rode up

(o ihe inu, and win cordially welcomed by my quondam host. I lost no time in dnec'ing my steps towards the widowGray's collate as I approaches, the unceasing hum cf the widow's wheel

denoted that she was at her station. I entered, and ou making myself known as an eaily acquaintance nt hei husband, she recognized me, though her features

had escaped my memory 1 nc roon. was uncommonly nsat Ihe fragrant of the wild flowers, caltivat- d by Lucy, was perceptible; they were placed in water

upon a bureau, in front of a looking glass

m a well polished mahogany lrame. We passed into it through the back door of

the cottage, shaded by an mbor, over

which the vines were already gradually

tcaling. The lovely girl was at the ex

tremity of the little garden, bending over

a flower that required her attention

Truly," I observed, k htr labour has

uot been idly spent." A blesing," continued the widow 'appears to attend all she does."

The invalid appeared mlent upon what Luc was doing, but the praise which

escaped the willow's lips, did not escape

. .i

hun. He turned towards us and saia

"True, mother, eren the drooping

narcissi revives at her touch, your aged

heart giow glad in her presence, and

the weight of years is lorgolten; nay

even I dieam of coming happiness when

I ee hei smile, but the narcissus w

bloom only for a few davs longer, then

wither and eiali lo the ea:th."

die alone. ( would the autumn were al

ready arrivedand the leaves were fall ing, for then to die would be natural, and I should leave the world with less

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U'e returned to the cottage, and the

widow resumed her station at the wheel, while Lucy prepared the tta tahle, which wa covered with fine bleached linen, which the widow mentioned with an air of pride, was the product of her hand?. The humble meal was roon ready, and was eaten with thankfulness and delighl hi the cottagers, a j iy unknow n lo those who have not, by their own labour, first

produced the sustenance of life. The me.il being ever, the widow re turned to her wheel, and recounted ihe occurrences of former days, i:ntil the sadness of the present was forgotten in the

remembrance of the past. The brow of

the invalid became more cheerful, and Lucy's spirits resumed their natural buoy ancy from the transient gleam of sun

hine that lighted up the face of her lover She ung her voice was sweet, and there was a thrilling wildaess in it,

eldoi.1 to be found in those more rebned and cultivitied. It was powerful and spirit-atirrmg Hugh Cameron dwelled

upon each note with intense intered His featmes became animated, and he rumbled his voice wth her's. The wi

do w sl ipped her incessant wheel and hit ed he lit id to li!-leu. The invalid suddenly rai-ed his voice, and cued, "that note gam, Lucy, that note again." She ivpeateci it with so full a tone, and so cleaily,that the glares in the window, a;id ou the cupboard, vibrated

wi'h the sound. ' Hush; that is the note 1 know it well Now listen." He attempted to imitate the note, hut be faded, for bis voice was too feeble. He then added, "Not yet, Lucy , not yet; my fune is not come yet." he cheerfulness of the poor girt was suddenly changed to sadness, she ceaed to ing; the widow's countenance (ell.

and she ieu,:ied her labour in silence. The evenmr wis now considerably advauced, aad I a,-oe to t.tke my depar

ture. The invaiid accompanied me towards the inn. I cxp-esed rny curiosity to knw wh.( he r leant by h.s observa lion, whtu be failed to imitate the note.

"Th;'.!," said be, "was te note to which Ihe heivenly spheres wtre attuu pfj, n hen ot.cord pieaiied throughout ihe cre.ttii.n-. when Ihe plin was hist set in laaiscu, and God pronounced all

cross the mountain, though nearly con cealed by the towering trees, was t in

tervals fo be seen, perfectly bare, from the village: a long retinue appeared crossing one of those interstices; it mov

ed lowly along, and was lost in the shades

of the forest. When the last had riisap

peared, I alighted, and discovered at a

short distance, a lad with his eyes fixed

intenlly on the spot, over which Ihe mournful train had passed. It was little

Gilbert, the drummer's child 1 inquired

Ihe reason of the village being deserled. and he sobbed, " Hugh Cameron's dead.

and I hey are now burying him where he

wi-hed to be buried." The hoy, still weeping, led the way to the stabie, and

supplied the horse with fond.

What are the promises of this world! There was a lime when fancy whispered to Hugh Cameron, the ceastless hth f the widow's wheel would be silenced; her chair would occupy the most conpicuous place a round his tire side, i.:xl clambering on her knees would be seen, a little image of his lovely Lucy. The dteara was a joyous cne, and life is but a dream. He whose fancy can paint the hopes of to morrow in the most vivid colours, attains the summit of all eaflhly

bliss; for ihere is much, very much in

tnd clear. About midnight he desirec! bat the casement of the window might 'ie thrown open It opened upon a full view of the river The night wa? syltrv and alaiost as bright as day. An owl was homing frorn the grave yard, and the w hip poor will was fi If g Sow and srieaoi'--iiig poor Carlo horvled sorrowfully.. ihe sounds did cot escape Ihe notice of the dying man. "Two or three cunoes were in the middle of the river, with a bright blazing fire kindled in the teru of each. He said in a low voice, the villageis are ptepaisRg to spear ihe saimon lionl the moon must be nearly down.' His bed lay beside the window, and he desired to he removed to the eztreuuty, that he might look out upon ihe ky. He did so--hii face became ani-

mnied. and n9 we replaced him in -his former position, he end, the works cf God never before tijpejred to me so exquisitely beautiful;' and yet his whole lite hail been parsed in admiring Ihe work of God. He whispered fo mc, tint it was time to tjke our lai-t fare ell. My heart, in the course of a long life, met only once with s- trying a moment as that of parting with ihe hoy, but ny Locy rny poor Lucy; 1 thought her beait would bieak outright, lie then desired ths window to be closed; the light to be removed into the nen room, and not to bs disturbed. At a shrt distance, w e listjaed lo the rattliDg in bis thruat, tor about an hour, when it suddeHy ceased. Lucy

im-gined he eiept, ud wftly apprcach-

anticipntioo but little, very little injedthe bed. 1 put my haod onder the

fruition. rjd cover, and felt his-feet they were

In the evening 1 wsnt to condole with -tone cebJ animal beat had forsaken his

the mourners. Luy had already retir. ed, fir iter's was a sonow lo obtrude upon which, would add to its j jignancy. ''The day you lef: us," said the widow, "the departed crossed the rivet with Lucy and litfle rVilbert. They "trolled up the cypress hollow until the arrived at his favourite retreat, where the torrent flashes impetuously down thf side of the mountain, and the surround

ii'ir precipices sends back numberless

extremities and the chills ef death w ere fa;t invading his heart. 1 induced my child to retire to her chamber, under ho bc-lief that he slept, anuShc did m t leain his fate until she arose in ihe morning." I bus ended ihe widow's simple narrative. Poor Lucy Gray! No being i moro deserving of commiseration ihan an amiable female brooding o'tr the sorrows c: h-ipeltss love. If her afflictions are in.-

jcasioned by the treachry of man, the

echoes. He sealed himself, and listened bitterness of thought paions Ihe very

instantly to the roar of the waters. Not

a sound escaped him, and every note was

tiied by his ear. He stooped by th-

sources of life, and works a eure and ra

pid decay. Even a deviation from tho

path of rectitude, may be philosophised

I looked at him with astonishment, lie continued: " I have heard that note at midnight, proceed from the voice ot '' he how led beneath my cham ber window at the moon It was omin

m;i

leech owl. while pore hod on the large

ry press tree in the church yard: I have heard it in the echoes of the mountains when I have shouted in the howling of ;he tempest; in the murmuring of Ihe

waters, and the rustling of the trees; for very thin;, animate and inanimate re

tains th;U sound. t which univer-al harmony will again be attuned by the mas

ter hand. And when that sound proceeds from ti ii voice, I thall cease to think of earthly matters. I petceive yon doubt the tru h of mv theory. If you suspend

a piece of metal or glass by a thread, and slrike the note which lie? dormant herein, upon a musical instrument, you will draw it forth; the substance will re spond, and when Ihe heavenly harps are attuned, and their notes are permitted to ex end to the numberless spheres, all

icatcd thinjrs. both animate and inani

ale. will join in the amend, the rtis-

oident particles will b reconciled ano

ill be harmony again. All things par

take of heaven, liven the daisy ol tne

valley and the wild flowers of the moun

tain, retain and diffuse a portion of the aromatic atmosphere which prevails in

purer regions than this. As we approach death, the sense of smelling becomes

more acute and delicate: so much so,

that I can already discover in the flow er of the season, that fragrance which

belongs to (his world, and that which is

ethereal. There are numberless omens

nature, which warn the wise man ol

approaching change, and they are not to

be idly slighted." With these remarks,

we arrived at tl inn; he pressed uy

hand at parting, and slowly retraced bis

steps to the widow's cottage.

I arose early the succeeding mcrning

and con'inued ny journey towards the

boarder line ot iew York. I was absent

ibout two weeks from the village, and it

was a calm evening as I again approach

ed it, through the valley formed by the

Delaware. Before the village appear

ed, I heard the solemn tolling of achurcl

bell, which grew louder aud fainter, a

the breeze that swept op the valley rose

and died away. Kvery bill responds

to the knell. 1 quickened my pace, and

stream where Ihe w ater gurgled over its mto a virtue, when occasioned by ono

beloved, but it will rise up in judgment,, when passion has lost is influence, and Ihe fatal conviction tlishes upon the mid, lint the object wa9 unworthy of the sacrifice. But she who has watched by the death bed of him she doaled on, and by her angel presence, drawn his iho'ls to heaven, and taught him resignations

who kissed his soul when parting fronr his lips, and watched tbe glazed eye that even in death eipres-td his tenderness,

until she fancied that he lingered stil,

md paused to hear him breathing such

a one may mingle in society, and pass along unnoticed with the rest of liiQ crowd; she may join the sportive dance

and seem lo partake of its mernmeat;

the wound may apparently he healed, and Ihe cheerfulness may enlighten her countenance, butbtill her midnight tho'is

ure workiug iu the grave, and strainic?.

near to madness to pieture the being that is mouldering there. She fades, without being conscious herself of grudual decay, and like the tulip, becomes more lovely, in consequence ol disease engendered at ihe root. Such has been the fate of nixriads of (he iairesl and best of creation;

and such was the detiny of Luch Gray.

pebbly bed, anil discovered notes imper-j

cepttble to any ear less acute Ihan his own. A sudden gust of wind agitated '. tall pines; he stood erect, paused and pointing to the bending tops of tht? trees, exclaimed, 'it is there too Lucy, even in that hollow moan of the monarch of the foret I delect it.' He shouted, and the valley rung with echo; he repealed it listened t every sound, and hi face, became animated as he caught

the faint return made by the most distant hill. His dog raised his ears and barked, 'it is there too, Lucy,' he e claimed, ' even ihe voice of poor Carlo is full of melody, and your voice, Lucy, even when yow first told me that you loved, soun led not so musically, so Lea venly sweet. He directed Gilbert to gather for him, the mountain honey

suckle, the cypress branches, the laurel, and such flowers and blossoms as were

ous. 1 h u e heard it in the voice of the j putting forth. The boy came w ith his

arm- full, and laid them at the feet of

the invalid. My sense of smellmg,' he

aid, 4 was never so acute. The fra grance arising from thoee branches al most overpowers roe. Yet i enjoy it

and although widely different ia their odours, I can perceive a portion of the

same subduing fragrance proceeding

from each. Their colours ?re more vivid sounds are mote distinct, and my

touch more sensible than formerly.These changes tell me thai I shall never

visit this valley ogam. He rose" " ftt-m

Ihe rock upon which be was sealed, took Lucy by (he arm, a:.d proceeded towards the village in tilence. Carlo

walked closely and dejectedly by his master's side, and even Ihe reckless Gil bert did not venture to break (he silence

until he had safely paddled them across the river, and was left alone to tecure the canoe. ''From (hit day," continued (he widow, ' he grew worse, and it was evi

dent to all that the dear boy would not

be long with us. The evening preced

ing his death, he was lying on the bed

and Lucy and myself were taking our

solitary meal with little appetite, for he

who dispensed joy around our board, was

unable lu lalte his wonted place. ire

turned in hie bed, and said in a voice scarcely above his breath, mother what

time does the moon go down?' I told him.

the hour; and inquired why he asked.

Nothing,' he added, 'only this mother

say all you have to say to me, before

the moon goes down.' His. voice was scarcely articulate. Lucy Ijurst mto tears,

and removed her chair ro the head of the

bed. He perceived her grief, and uiess

ing her hand to his feverish lips, said, ' do not weep Lucy, indeed I have mote

cause to grieve thau you, though my

ieatt feels little ot sorrow at present

She asked him his cause ot grief- 'It

is this, Lucy, that I can not repay your matchless love, and unwearied care of

me.' The poor girl's tears flowed afresh, and her heart lobbed as if it would break.

The evening was spent in reading such passages of the scripturas to him as he pointed suU mind coultDoed firm

Hood Jldxic:. It is better to tread the path of life cheerfully tkippin

light over the. thorns and briers thut obstruct your way, than lo sit down uuder every hedge, lamenting vouf hard

fate, a h'.: thread of a chcerlul man s life spins out much longer than that of a man who is continually sad and des

ponding. Prudent conduct in the concerns of life is highly necessary but

if distress succeed, dejection and despair will not afford relief. The best

(mug to be done when evil comes upon u?, is not lamentation but action; not tositand suffer, bat to rise aud seek thg

remedy.

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"c j. r.uvrs vrcum. & tailor Ot ta

dad during a severe illness, dreamed

that an angel appeared before him, Wearing an inimence flag formed from ('of itiorpa rf V ..;..K W I I ..l.

...v- j. . - - viviit nun.II lie Mill i sh aded nt different times from bis customers, and that he chastised him severely w ith a rod of iron while he wa

ved the flag before bis eyes. He awake

m agony of terror, and vowed that he

would never again steal cloth from his employers. Fearing, however, the ia-

flitenco of future temptations, he order

ed hisjscrvant to remind him of Ihe flag,

whenever lie saw him loo sorely temptrd. Tor sometime the servant's hint checked the tailor's avarice: but at

length a noblaman sent him a piece of

ricn orocaae to make a robe, whose beauty proved too strong for the tailors resolution. "The t!ag, the fla":"

snoutea tne servant, when he saw the shears taking a suspicious direction.

"Curse you and the tlag, answered the

tailor, there was not a bit of stuff like this in it; besides there was a piece wanting in one of the corners, which

(this remnant will exactly supply.