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children to the hands of God, her sainted spirit left the church militant to pass through " the dark valley and shadow of death,” when she joined the church triumphant. The new tomb was now opened, and the remains of one that was dear to many were laid therein. The weeping willow was planted by her side, where, to this day, its drooping branches can be seen. The soft zephyrs of evening whisper low, amidst its rich foliage, as if afraid to disturb the deep slumbers of the peaceful sleepers.
This spot became the favorite retreat of Affie and her father. At twilight's pensive hours they there mingled their tears together. Unadmired by them, now rolled that beautiful river, that looked like a sheet of burnished silver beneath the full-orbed moon. Autumn with its golden robes had come—the lofty hills and spreading plains had laid aside their rich verdure, while the neighboring groves were clothed in purple and gold. They were no longer made vocal by nature's songsters, and silence held its reign. The gentle breezes of summer had ceased to kiss the slumbering flowers, while autumn's rude blast tossed them to and fro till they fell from their tiny stems. Affie often repeated, when in company with Mr. Radford :
"See the autumn's tempest rising,
Makes the lofty forest nod
Read in nature, nature's God."
Mr. Radford had at this time left Mr. Willard's, and set up business for himself. Mr. Willard still continued in the mercantile business, and was highly esteemed by his patrons, not only for his honor in trade, but as an intelligent man; he was a strong poli
tician, and was a constant contributor to political papers published in a neighboring town; liberal, even to a fault, in his principles ; his bottle always stood upon his counter; he was never indebted to his neighbors for a treat ; he always gave his friends a hearty shake of the hand, and “I am glad to see you, sir," accompanied by a well timed joke, that seemed to spring spontaneously from his nature. His store was the general resort of the villagers, for they knew they would meet with a warm reception, or if they wanted a dram and had not the ready“ change,” or were too penurious to pay the " three cents, or sixpence," by getting the start of Mr. Willard in wit, the full bumpers would be liberally dealt out to them. When the farmer came to market his produce, if he had ridden a few miles in the cold, or the day was excessively warm, our friend had
always conveniencies in his store to make a hot toddy, so that he might go home saying "he was the best man that Roselle afforded.”
Mr. Morse, after a man had fallen from his wagon, and broken both of his legs, in consequence of drinking too much of Mr. W's toddy, remonstrated with his friend, and told him the misfortune of this man was the consequence of his misguided liberality. Mr. W. expressed many regrets, saying, as was his custom on such occasions, “I had no malice at heart, I will go immediately and see him.” He took with him such things as he thought the poor man would need, and did not forget to put in the jug of brandy. As he set it into his carriage he soliloquized, “No one will object to this, it is just what the poor fellow needs."
Mr. Willard was not only liberal with his brandy and wines, but was always ready to take from his well filled purse, and give to the poor. He was not a miserhe hoarded not his gold for the sake of counting his rusty coffers.
THE BATTLE FIELD.
“ Hoof-torn, and sabre-scarred, they resto
Fathers, and sons, and brothers."
AFTER several years of successful trade, Mr. Willard closed his business, and moved to Champlain. James Radford bought the store of his former employer, and purchased in New York a large assortment of goods, which he in a few months, by his peculiar tact in trade, was enabled to