. The Hoosier schoolmaster; a novel . frequented street, sogenerously and unnecessarily broad, lived MissNancy Sawyer and her younger sister Nancy was a providence, one of those oldmaids that are benedictions to the whole town;one of those in whom the mother-love, wantingthe natural objects on which to spend itself, over-flows all bounds and lavishes itself on every needything, and grows richer and more abundant withthe spending, a fountain of inexhaustible is no nobler life possible to any one than toan unmarried woman. The more shame that somechoose a selfish one
. The Hoosier schoolmaster; a novel . frequented street, sogenerously and unnecessarily broad, lived MissNancy Sawyer and her younger sister Nancy was a providence, one of those oldmaids that are benedictions to the whole town;one of those in whom the mother-love, wantingthe natural objects on which to spend itself, over-flows all bounds and lavishes itself on every needything, and grows richer and more abundant withthe spending, a fountain of inexhaustible is no nobler life possible to any one than toan unmarried woman. The more shame that somechoose a selfish one, and thus turn to gall all theaffection with which they are endowed. MissNancy Sawyer had been Ralphs Sunday-schoolteacher, and it was precious little, so far as infor-mation went, that he learned from her; for shenever could conceive of Jerusalem as a place in anyessential regard very different from Lewisburg,where she had spent her life. But Ralph learned THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. from her what most Sunday-school teachers fail to. ., «ggr ^ MISS NANCY SAWYER. teach, the great lesson of Christianity, by the sideof which all antiquities and geographies and chro- MISS NANCY SAWYER. 149 nologies and exegetics and other niceties are asnothing. And now he turned the head of the roan towardthe cottage of Miss Nancy Sawyer as naturally asthe roan would have gone to his own stall in thestable at home. The snow had gradually ceasedto fall, and was eddying round the house, whenRalph dismounted from his foaming horse, and,carrying the still form of Shocky as reverently asthough it had been something heavenly, knockedat Miss Nancy Sawyers door. With* natural feminine instinct that lady startedback when she saw Hartsook, for she had just builta fire in the stove, and she now stood at the doorwith unwashed face and uncombed hair. Why, Ralph Hartsook, where did you dropdown from—and what have you got?1 I came from Flat Creek this morning, and Ibrought you a little angel who has got out
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