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under　the　sun　can　they　do　with　this　poor　varse…maker？〃



〃Nay；　Josiah；　do　not　thee　discourage　the　poor　man；〃　said　the

girl；　in　all　simplicity　and　kindness。　〃Our　hymns　are　very　rough；

and　perhaps　they　may　trust　him　to　smooth　them。〃



Without　noticing　this　hint　of　professional　employment；　the　poet

turned　away；　and　gave　himself　up　to　a　sort　of　vague　reverie；

which　he　called　thought。　Sometimes　he　watched　the　moon；　pouring　a

silvery　liquid　on　the　clouds；　through　which　it　slowly　melted　till

they　became　all　bright；　then　he　saw　the　same　sweet　radiance

dancing　on　the　leafy　trees　which　rustled　as　if　to　shake　it　off；

or　sleeping　on　the　high　tops　of　hills；　or　hovering　down　in

distant　valleys；　like　the　material　of　unshaped　dreams；　lastly；　he

looked　into　the　spring；　and　there　the　light　was　mingling　with　the

water。　In　its　crystal　bosom；　too；　beholding　all　heaven　reflected

there；　he　found　an　emblem　of　a　pure　and　tranquil　breast。　He

listened　to　that　most　ethereal　of　all　sounds；　the　song　of

crickets；　coming　in　full　choir　upon　the　wind；　and　fancied　that；

if　moonlight　could　be　heard；　it　would　sound　just　like　that。

Finally；　he　took　a　draught　at　the　Shaker　spring；　and；　as　if　it

were　the　true　Castalia；　was　forthwith　moved　to　compose　a　lyric；　a

Farewell　to　his　Harp；　which　he　swore　should　be　its　closing

strain；　the　last　verse　that　an　ungrateful　world　should　have　from

him。　This　effusion；　with　two　or　three　other　little　pieces；

subsequently　written；　he　took　the　first　opportunity　to　send；　by

one　of　the　Shaker　brethren；　to　Concord；　where　they　were　published

in　the　New　Hampshire　Patriot。



Meantime；　another　of　the　Canterbury　pilgrims；　one　so　different

from　the　poet　that　the　delicate　fancy　of　the　latter　could　hardly

have　conceived　of　him；　began　to　relate　his　sad　experience。　He　was

a　small　man；　of　quick　and　unquiet　gestures；　about　fifty　years

old；　with　a　narrow　forehead；　all　wrinkled　and　drawn　together。　He

held　in　his　hand　a　pencil；　and　a　card　of　some　commission…merchant

in　foreign　parts；　on　the　back　of　which；　for　there　was　light

enough　to　read　or　write　by；　he　seemed　ready　to　figure　out　a

calculation。



〃Young　man；〃　said　he；　abruptly；　〃what　quantity　of　land　do　the

Shakers　own　here；　in　Canterbury？〃



〃That　is　more　than　I　can　tell　thee；　friend；〃　answered　Josiah；

〃but　it　is　a　very　rich　establishment；　and　for　a　long　way　by　the

roadside　thee　may　guess　the　land　to　be　ours；　by　the　neatness　of

the　fences。〃



〃And　what　may　be　the　value　of　the　whole；〃　continued　the　stranger；

〃with　all　the　buildings　and　improvements；　pretty　nearly；　in　round

numbers？〃



〃Oh；　a　monstrous　sum；more　than　I　can　reckon；〃　replied　the　young

Shaker。



〃Well；　sir；〃　said　the　pilgrim；　〃there　was　a　day；　and　not　very

long　ago；　neither；　when　I　stood　at　my　counting…room　window；　and

watched　the　signal　flags　of　three　of　my　own　ships　entering　the

harbor；　from　the　East　Indies；　from　Liverpool；　and　from　up　the

Straits；　and　I　would　not　have　given　the　invoice　of　the　least　of

them　for　the　title…deeds　of　this　whole　Shaker　settlement。　You

stare。　Perhaps；　now；　you　won't　believe　that　I　could　have　put　more

value　on　a　little　piece　of　paper；　no　bigger　than　the　palm　of　your

hand；　than　all　these　solid　acres　of　grain；　grass；　and

pasture…land　would　sell　for？〃



〃I　won't　dispute　it；　friend；〃　answered　Josiah；　〃but　I　know　I　had

rather　have　fifty　acres　of　this　good　land　than　a　whole　sheet　of

thy　paper。〃



〃You　may　say　so　now；〃　said　the　ruined　merchant；　bitterly；　〃for　my

name　would　not　be　worth　the　paper　I　should　write　it　on。　Of

course；　you　must　have　heard　of　my　failure？〃



And　the　stranger　mentioned　his　name；　which；　however　mighty　it

might　have　been　in　the　commercial　world；　the　young　Shaker　had

never　heard　of　among　the　Canterbury　hills。



〃Not　heard　of　my　failure！〃　exclaimed　the　merchant；　considerably

piqued。　〃Why；　it　was　spoken　of　on　'Change　in　London；　and　from

Boston　to　New　Orleans　men　trembled　in　their　shoes。　At　all　events；

I　did　fail；　and　you　see　me　here　on　my　road　to　the　Shaker　village；

where；　doubtless　（for　the　Shakers　are　a　shrewd　sect）；　they　will

have　a　due　respect　for　my　experience；　and　give　me　the　management

of　the　trading　part　of　the　concern；　in　which　case　I　think　I　can

pledge　myself　to　double　their　capital　in　four　or　five　years。　Turn

back　with　me；　young　man；　for　though　you　will　never　meet　with　my

good　luck；　you　can　hardly　escape　my　bad。〃



〃I　will　not　turn　back　for　this；〃　replied　Josiah。　calmly；　〃any

more　than　for　the　advice　of　the　varse…maker；　between　whom　and

thee；　friend；　I　see　a　sort　of　likeness；　though　I　can't　justly　say

where　it　lies。　But　Miriam　and　I　can　earn　our　daily　bread　among

the　world's　people　as　well　as　in　the　Shaker　village。　And　do　we

want　anything　more；　Miriam？〃



〃Nothing　more；　Josiah；〃　said　the　girl；　quietly。



〃Yea；　Miriam；　and　daily　bread　for　some　other　little　mouths；　if

God　send　them；〃　observed　the　simple　Shaker　lad。



Miriam　did　not　reply；　but　looked　down　into　the　spring；　where　she

encountered　the　image　of　her　own　pretty　face；　blushing　within　the

prim　little　bonnet。　The　third　pilgrim　now　took　up　the

conversation。　He　was　a　sunburnt　countryman；　of　tall　frame　and

bony　strength；　on　whose　rude　and　manly　face　there　appeared　a

darker；　more　sullen　and　obstinate　despondency；　than　on　those　of

either　the　poet　or　the　merchant。



〃Well；　now；　youngster；〃　he　began；　〃these　folks　have　had　their

say；　so　I'll　take　my　turn。　My　story　will　cut　but　a　poor　figure　by

the　side　of　theirs；　for　I　never　supposed　that　I　could　have　a

right　to　meat　and　drink；　and　great　praise　besides；　only　for

tagging　rhymes　together；　as　it　seems　this　man　does；　nor　ever

tried　to　get　the　substance　of　hundreds　into　my　own　hands；　like

the　trader　there。　When　I　was　about　of　your　years；　I　married　me　a

wife；just　such　a　neat　and　pretty　young　woman　as　Miriam；　if

that's　her　name；and　all　I　asked　of　Providence　was　an　ordinary

blessing　on　the　sweat　of　my　brow；　so　that　we　might　be　decent　and

comfortable；　and　have　daily　bread　for　ourselves；　and　for　some

other　little　mouths　that　we　soon　had　to　feed。　We　had　no　very

great　prospects　before　us；　but　I　never　wanted　to　be　idle；　and　I

thought　it　a　matter　of　course　that　the　Lord　would　help　me；

because　I　was　willing　to　help　myself。〃



〃And　didn't　He　help　thee；　friend？〃　demanded　Josiah；　with　some

eagerness。



〃No；〃　said　the　yeoman；　sullenly；　〃for　then　you　would　not　have

seen　me　here。　I　have　labored　hard　for　years；　and　my　means　have

been　growing　narrower；　and　my　living　poorer；　and　my　heart　colder

and　heavier；　all　the　time；　till　at　last　I　could　bear　it　no

longer。　I　set　myself　down　to　calculate　whether　I　had　best　go　on

the　Oregon　expedition；　or　come　here　to　the　Shaker　village；　but　I

had　not　hope　enough　left　in　me　to　begin　the　world　over　again；

and；　to　make　my　story　short；　here　I　am。　And　now；　youngster；　take

my　advice；　and　turn　back；　or　else；　some　few　years　hence；　you'll

have　to　climb　this　hill；　with　as　heavy　a　heart　as　mine。〃



This　simple　story　had　a　strong　effect　on　the　young　fugitives。　The

misfortunes　of　the　poet　and　merchant　had　won　little　sympathy　from

their　plain　good　sense　and　unworldly　feelings；　qualities　which

made　them　such　unprejudiced　and　inflexible　judges；　that　few　men

would　have　chosen　to　take　the　opinion　of　this　youth　and　maiden　as

to　the　wisdom　or　folly　of　their　pursuits。　But　here　was　one　whose

simple　wishes　had　resembled　their　own；　and　who；　after　efforts

which　almost　gave　him　a　right　to　claim　success　from　fate；　had

failed　in　accomplishing　them。



〃But　thy　wife；　friend？〃　exclaimed　the　younger　man。　〃What　became

of　the　pretty　girl；　like　Miriam？　Oh；　I　am　afraid　she　is　dead！〃



〃Yea；　poor　man；　she　must　be　dead；she　and　the　children；　too；〃

sobbed　Miriam。



The　female　pilgrim　had　been　leaning　over　the　spring；　wherein

latterly　a　tear　or　two　might　have　been　seen　to　fall；　and　form　its

little　circle　on　the　surface　of　the　water。　She　now　looked　up；

disclosing　features　still　comely；　but　which　had　acquired　an

expression　of　fretfulness；　in　the　same　long　course　of　evil

fortune　that　had　thrown　a　sullen　gloom　over　the　temper　of　the

unprosperous　yeoman。



〃I　am　his　wife；〃　said　she；　a　shade　of　irritability　just

perceptible　in　the　sadness　of　her　tone。　〃These　poor　little

things；　asleep　on　the　ground；　are　two　of　our　children。　We　had　two

more；　but　God　has　provided　better　for　them　than　we　could；　by

taking　them　to　Himself。〃



〃And　what　would　thee　advise　Josiah　and　me　to　do？〃　asked　Miriam；

this　being　the　first　question　which　she　had　put　to　either　of　the

strangers。



〃　'Tis　a　thing　almost　against　nature　for　a　woman　to　try　to　part

true　lovers；〃　answered　the　yeoman's　wife；　after　a　pause；　〃but

I'll　speak　as　truly　to　you　as　if　these　were　my　dying　words。

Though　my　husband　told　you　some　of　our　troubles；　he　didn't

mention　the　greatest；　and　that　which　makes　all　the　rest　so　hard

to　bear。　If　you　and　your　sweetheart　marry；　you'll　be　kind　and

pleasant　to　each　other　for　a　year　or　two；　and　while　that's　the

case；　you　never　will　repent；　but；　by　and　by；　he'll　grow　gloomy；

rough；　and　hard　to　please；　and　you'll　be　peevish；　and　full　of

little　angry　fits；　and　apt　to　be　complaining　by　the　fireside；

when　he　comes　to　rest　himself　from　his　troubles　out　of　doors；　so

your　love　will　wear　away　by　little　and　little；　and　leave　you

miserable　at　last。　It　has　been　so　with　us；　and　yet　my　husband　and

I　were　true　lovers　once；　if　ever　two　young　folks　were　。〃



As　she　ceased；　the　yeoman　and　his　wife　exchanged　a　glance；　in

which　there　was　more　and　warmer　affection　than　they　had　supposed

to　have　escaped　the　frost　of　a　wintry　fate；　in　either　of　their

breasts。　At　that　moment；　when　they　stood　on　the　utmost　verge　of

married　life；　one　word　fitly　spoken；　or　perhaps　one　peculiar

look；　had　they　had　mutual　confidence　enough　to　reciprocate　it；

might　have　renewed　all　their　old　feelings；　and　sent　them　back；

resolved　to　sustain　each　other　amid　the　struggles