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This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 291 pages of information about Town and Country; or, life at home and abroad, without and within us.

After some talk, the stranger agreed to call the next day.  The next day came, and with it came the stranger.  Mr. Short had tried in vain to obtain the requisite sum, and was obliged to request him to call the next day.  He came the next day, and the next, and the next, but received no money; and he was at length obliged to attach the property of the squire, as also that of Mr. Short.  His other creditors also came in with their bills.  All the stock of Mr. Short was sold at auction, and he was a poor man.  He obtained a small house, that would not compare with the one he had lived in in former years.  He had no money of his own, and was still deeply in debt.  He was obliged to work at such jobs as came along, but at length obtained steady employment.  The squire, who was the prime cause of all his trouble, sailed for a foreign port, leaving all his bills unpaid, In a short time Mr. Short obtained a sufficient sum to buy back his old shop, in which to this day he has steadily worked, with a vivid remembrance of the consequence of speculation.

RETROSPECTION.

    He had drank deep and long from out
        The bacchanalian’s bowl;
    Had felt its poisonous arrows pierce
        The recess of his soul;
    And now his footsteps turned to where
        His childhood’s days were cast,
    And sat him ’neath an old oak tree
        To muse upon the past. 
    Beneath its shade he oft had sat
        In days when he was young;
    Ere sorrow, like that old oak tree,
        Its own deep shadows flung;
    Beneath that tree his school-mates met,
        There joined in festive mirth,
    And not a place seemed half so dear
        To him, upon the earth. 
    The sun had passed the horizon,
        Yet left a golden light
    Along a cloudless sky to mark
        A pathway for the night;
    The moon was rising silently
        To reign a queen on high,
    To marshal all the starry host,
        In heaven’s blue canopy. 
    In sight the schoolhouse stood, to which
        In youth he had been led
    By one who now rests quietly
        Upon earth’s silent bed. 
    And near it stood the church whose aisles
        His youthful feet had trod;
    Where his young mind first treasured in
        The promises of God. 
    There troops of happy children ran
        With gayety along;
    ’T was agony for him to hear
        Their laughter and their song. 
    For thoughts of youthful days came up
        And crowded on his brain,
    Till, crushed with woe unutterable,
        It sank beneath its pain. 
    Pain! not such as sickness brings,
        For that can be allayed,
    But pain from which a mortal shrinks
        Heart-stricken and dismayed: 
    The body crushed beneath its woe
        May some deliverance find,

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