. The Hoosier school-master : a novel . of the half-dozen families livm»- in O it, and which in summer was decked with a profusionof the yellow and white blossoms of the dog-fennel—hi this un-frequented street, so generously and unnecessarily broad, livedMiss Nancy Sawj^er and her younger sister Seniantha. MissNancy was a providence, one of those old maids that are bene-dictions to the whole town; one of those in whom the mother-love, wanting the natural objects on which to spend itself, over-flows all bounds and lavishes itself on every needy thing, andgrows richer and more abundant with the
. The Hoosier school-master : a novel . of the half-dozen families livm»- in O it, and which in summer was decked with a profusionof the yellow and white blossoms of the dog-fennel—hi this un-frequented street, so generously and unnecessarily broad, livedMiss Nancy Sawj^er and her younger sister Seniantha. MissNancy was a providence, one of those old maids that are bene-dictions to the whole town; one of those in whom the mother-love, wanting the natural objects on which to spend itself, over-flows all bounds and lavishes itself on every needy thing, andgrows richer and more abundant with the spending, a fountainof inexhaustible blessing. There is 710 nobler life possible to anyone than to an unmarried woman. The more shame that somechoose a selfish one, and thus turn to gall all the affection withwhich they are endowed. Miss Nancy Sawyer had been Ralphs 15-S THE IIOOSIER SCIIOOL-MASTER. Sunday-school teacher, and it was precious little, so far as informa-tion went, that he learned from her, for she never could conceive. MISS NANCY SAWYEB. of Jerusalem as a place in any essential regard very different fromLewisburg, where she had spent her life. But Ralph learned MISS NANCY SAWYER. 155 from her what most Sunday-school teachers fail to teach, thegreat lesson of Christianity, by the side of which all antiquitiesand geographies and chronologies and exegetics and other nicetiesare as nothing. And now he turned the head of the roan toward the cottageof Miss Nancy Sawyer as naturally as the roan would have goneto his own stall in the stable at home. The snow had graduallyceased to fall, and was eddying round the house, when Ralph dis-mounted from his foaming horse, and, carrying the still form ofShocky as reverently as though he had been something heavenly,knocked at Miss Nancy Sawyers door. With natural feminine instinct that lady started back when shesaw Hartsook, for she had just built a fire in the stove, and shenow stood at the door with unwashed face and uncombed
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