Volume I.
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both are. / heard Of the fire last
night, & went to see the ruins before
you we're up this morning. As for
the poor girl, he had married her yes.
terday to man Of his own choosing


not Of hers, and, from all l gather
ed Of the match, believe she would
rather have gone to the grave. than
to the alter with him yesterday"


Sand he is dead too!''


"Yes the roof fell in upon him, as
ne was trying to save the wifi he had
purchased. Well, Il wish it hadn't
happened, and that the old man had
lived to repent; but God knows Best,
and will deal more mercifully with
him, than he dealt with ourselves and
others. Hist! there's knocking"


The man went to the door and o.
pened it. He reeled back in alarm;
stunned with susprlse, but advanced
in an Instant, and raised his arms to
drive away his visitors.


Spencer hear me- pleaded the old
man, don't be yiolent-don't-you
have right to be, | know, but hear
me-


The man within the room-the ia.
ther of the babe-nttered frightful
oath and seized the door to shut it in
the speakers face.


You had better hear him. said our
friend, the youth, 'yoa had indeed
and looking at the individuals threat
ening countenance he recognized
with emotion the man he had accost-
ed on the scene Of the conflagration
in the morning. The wife still hold
ing the sick infant, approached her
husband, and entreated him to give
way. Her words prevailed, and he
fell back sullenly enough though,
from the threshold.


The old man and the youth enter
ed. u am changed man, Spencer,
| am indeed said the usurer, never
should have changed though, but for
last night. Desperate diseases re-
qnire desperate remedies, and mine
has been desperate enough; God
knows


He paused awhile, struggling with
his feelings, and continued.


q am come to ask your forgiveness
for al! that has passed between US,
and TO make repara,ion for the ruin |
have wrought. Don't be harsh with
me. Don't repulse me as / have re-
pulsed you, many's the wicked time.
l have money, as you know, YOU shall
yet be rich man; Spencer, though
only in your just position, were you to
hold up your head with the wealthiest
and proudest."


Money? sneered the man he ad.
dressed, yes, that is your panacea for
all evils-I know ii. But will mon.
ey bring back the child that lies rot.
ting in bis grave, and who died of no
disease but that of want and cold?-
You know that came to you and
begged you for trihe of money to
get him what was necessary to save
his life, and you refused me, and
drove me from your door. "Will
money" continued he most savagely,
taking the infant from its mothers
arms, spare me the child either? No;
not ifyou emptied the banks of Eng.
land at my feet. Your reparation
comes too late"


The usurer wrung his hands.


Don't be hard with me, Spencer"
he cried, 'for the love of God show
that mercy to me which | denie d.
We'may save the child yet. Ifnon-
ey can command science enough 10
save that child, he shall live to COM
fort ye both for many long year,
For the child that's gone-ior the
child that's gone


He sank back in the youths arms.
nurmuring through bis tears-.For.
give me. Spencer. foroive mo,