I MI lSCELLANEOUS.

The Forced Sale.
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1t was tempestuous night-the winds
whistled fearfully-and hailstones, whose
size threatened to demolish the windows.
rattled against them with pertinacity as il
to test their strength. In the parlor of q
fine old-fashioned house, beside rather a
comfortless fire OH such night, were seated
the family of Mr. Sutherland, consisting oi
himself, wife, daughter, and a faithful maid
servant. A heavy gloom, more Of sorrow
than OF anger, rested on each brow, not
even excepting that of the maid servant
alluded to, from whose eager glances, ever
and anon cast toward the family group, a
close observer would have noticed the deep
interest she took in the cause of her grief
The picture was a melancholy one, for
virtue i'll distress has no light shade to re-
lleve- all around it is dark and sombre.
The sensitive artist would have thrown aside
his pencil, if the subject had been presented
to his view as we have described it, and his
heart would have received an impression
which could have been transferred 10 can
vass. ara


"To-morrow,n observed Mr.. Sutherland,
"is the anniversary of the melancholy death
OF our dear Henry--to-morrow will be ten
years since the vessel in which he sailed


was lost, and all on board perished--all, all"
Alas" exclaimed the wife, as the tears
coursed their way down her cheeks, !" to-
morrow will be melancholy day.o


''Indeed it will, for tomorrow this house,
| which belonged to my father--the furniture,
in which time has made, as it were, part Of
ourselves, and associated with many pleas
ing event in our lives, is to be sold--torn
from us by the unrelenting hands of credit
ors. But, thank Heaven, misfortune, not
crime, has reduced US to this stage of pow
erty.' aF


"Will they sell every thing, Pai---can
we secure nothing I" asked the daughter.


''No, my child, unless, with what little
money q friend has generously loaned me,
can secure a few articles. Ellen, my dear,
take your pencil and put them down: first
the sideboard, two beds, chairs and kitchen
things. The side-board, it is true, will be
to us now superAuous piece of furniture;
but it belonged to my mother, and cannot,


will not part with it.''o se III. asQ.l H


| "But myopiano, Pa !--must it 20 ~


The wife sighed, tho father cast his eyes
ltowards the fickering FIRE, and the daughter