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officer into the house of his former partạer to attach his furniture, to mortify the family, as his had not been invited to the wedding. The officer was a man of feeling, and discharged his duty in such a manner as to save all the mor. tification intended. The lawyer who had been in open warfare with Ichabod, was at the wedding; and learning, under the rose, the whole circumstances, sat down with Icha. bod's former partner, after his daughter had gone, and exa
, mined their books from the commencement of their business, until that day, and satisfactorily ascertained that Ichabod owed his partner nearly thirty thousand dollars, as his partner had always contended. A writ was made, and the tables turned on the cheat. He had to get a receipt for his own furniture, in the hands of the officer. The whole matter was thoroughly si fted, and the sum of twenty eight thousand dollars, was awarded against Ichabod Gardiner, which was in the end, payed to the great delight of the public.
Ichabod still prospered. He bought all the real estate that had once belonged to Mr Stockton, and paraded about the domains, as the jack-ass, around the body of the dead lion, now and then, in obedience to the laws of his nature, giving a kick at the memory of his noble predecessor. Ichabod lived to a great old age, and every month saw an argosy arrive from India, and his wealth-increase ; but he never could gain the respect of the wise, and certainly not of the pious or the poor.
At the time I read the advertisement, and made the fore. going memorandum, Ichabod himself had gone to the grave, in a good old age, in quiet and confidence. The next day after these reflections, as my custom is, I made a visit to the church-yard, and there on a humble plain stone, I saw writ. ten, “ Here repose the ashes of William Stockton;" his age &c. near by, there was to be seen a splendid monument of the finestmarble, erected to the memory of Ichabod Gardiner, Esquire,-an enterprising merchant, who left several legacies to the poor-He will be long remembered.” In bitter scorn and contempt even of the dead, such as he. I made a calculation of the amount of his legacies ; for I knew all he had done. The whole of them did not amount to the sum Stockton paid for the ransom of the wretch, when he was in Halifax jail. In anguish and bitterness, calling to mind one of George Crabb's poetical tales, I wrote on the marble with my pencil—the first time I ever profaned a monument to the dead,
“ In Monday Place, Sir Richard Monday died.”' I began, in this disturbed state, to call in question the course of Eternal Justice, and to think the wicked were in general more prosperous than the righteous. I had, with the vigorous, arm of youthful indignation, dealt out to him a richly deserved measure of personal chastisement, for an insult offered to a female friend, the daughter of Stockton, and I could have scattered his ashes to the winds, if I could have reached them. " I had to recover from this paroxysm of infidelity and rage; and turning to the simple slab that marked the resting place of Stockton, as the last rays of a setting sun was resting upon it, and found a hale of light all around; from which issued a voice, that said, or seemed
“ What proud creature of the dust is this, who dares for a moment to doubt the doctrines of a righteous retribution, and a life to come! Is there not a perfect harmony in the heavens over your head? Do not the seasons perform their chnnges, and the sun rise and set, by the same laws that it did before man's crimes began? Who knows what blessings heaven has in store for the good, and what punishment for the wicked ?” “ Vengeance is mine saith the
” Lord” Human life is but a spark that flieth upwards ; but
the soul of man, emanating from the source of life, is eternal. In the changes the soul may pass in its journeying through eternity, will there not be opportunities of balancing the scales by the exactitude of Wisdom and GOODNESS ?” I placed my hand on my lips, and bowed my head to the dust, and communed with my heart : “ Shall he that contendeth. with the Almighty instruct him ? he that rooms him answer it," I arose with
a stand this mystery hereafter,