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(Original. For the courant. ANNALS or A NEW-ENGLAND FAMILY. 1779.-No. I.
I wish you a happy new year, said Mr. Amsly to his children, as they entered the room in which he sat, on the morning of the first day in the year one thousand seven hundred and seventy-nine. We thank you, father, said the oldest of the children who were present; and we desire and hope, that God may bless you this year and forever. The children had arisen at the proper time, and under the care of their mother, had been dressed and washed and prepared to enter the room, in which the family soon assembled for their morning devotions. Mr. Amsly's father next came into the room; then the hired man and the hired woman took their places; and last came Mrs. Amsly. Before she took her seat, she cast her eye on the clock and saw that the time was five minutes before six. She came last, because her eye, her hand, and her heart were over every thing in the house; and she had the breakfast ready to be placed on the table, as soon as they had waited upon God in their domestic worship. The family were seated around a large table, which was well lighted and furnished with a copy of the bible and of Watts' psalms and hymns for each person. The family commonly read the scriptures, in course. But then, as it was the first morning of the year, Mr. Amsly asked his father if he would name some portion of the bible to be read at that time. His father replied, if you please, read the thirty-ninth psalm. This psalm being read, and the second part of Watts' version of it in common metre being sung, Mr. Amsly asked his father if he would lead in their prayers; but as his father declined, Mr. Amsly offered to God, in behalf of his family, their praises and prayers. The mercies and trials of the past year, the uncertain events of the coming year, the state of the country, the army and Congress, the British nation, the dangers of the church, the advancement of religion, the final prevalence of the gospel, the happy day when wars should cease, and the great objects and subjects of prayer and praise that would at such a time engage the affections of a wise and faithful christian, raised his heart to the throne of grace that morning with peculiar solemnity and importunity. Nor was he alone in his communion and their hired assistants, seemed to be of one heart and one mind in these precious duties.
In a few moments the breakfast was ready, the blessing was asked, and the family were seated in order at the table, except the elder Mr. Amsly, who said he would take his breakfast in his room, alone, at a later hour. At the table, James, who was about seven years old, looked to his father and said, may I ask a question 1 Yes, was the answer; and what would you ask? James replied—This morning you wished us a happy new year; I want to ask, if little boys can have a happy year? Before his father answered him, his sister, next older than himself, said, in rather a low voice, how
3 be happy, I thought of Billy, and wished him to be happy as
well as myself; but I did’nt see how such a poor boy, whose
thankful that he had a man with whom he could trust all the concerns of his farm. His name was John Flinn. resolved to devote the day to visit the widow and the fatherless, and to such acts of love and kindness as he could perforin for his fellow creatures. good season, with a promise that their father would come hone by the school-house, and that they should ride home with him
= he had hired Mr. Gregson to go for him. Mr. Gregson, within a had not been an uninterested spectator of the circumstance, year after he joined the army, was killed in the battle on and remaining but a short time among her guests, she withRhode Island, the 29th of August, 1778. Mr. Amsly had drew to her chamber as soon as etiquette would allow. felt, from the time he had heard of Mr. Gregson's death, Here, after dismissing her attendants, she mused on the picthat it was the price of his own life, and was deeply grieved ture which Henri had presented to her through his minister, for the bereavement and affliction of his widow and children;|M. de Frontenac; and, while absorbed in contemplating the and he had been very attentive to their needy and distressed features of him to whom she had resigned all, she was aroused condition. When his mind was turned to the evils and sor-by a light step behind her. — Some one was looking over her rows of that one family, and then to the dreadful prospects of shoulder—she felt the warm and glowing breath pass her the whole country, in the bloody scenes of that time, though cheek, and a voice, mild and manly, said : he had found confidence and confort in God during the devo- “Will Mary of Medicis pardon Henri of France for so flattions of the morning, yet his mind began to sink with troubles|tering a copy of a poor original 7" and fears. But the question now arose in his heart, “Lord, Mary turned quickly round, and rising, threw herself at the what wilt thou have me to do?” To this question an answer feet of her monarch-husband. seemed to be soon given by his wife, who said, will you go ‘Rise, rise, dearest lady,' exclaimed Henri, and he lifted after breakfast to Mrs. Gregson's 7 I have some things I wish her gently to her seat. For a time he gazed upon her almost to send her children. And I, said Betty Brown, the hired enraptured. “You are beautiful," he said, as he seemed to woman, wish to send something to Mrs. Gregson. The pros-be drinking in her exquisite loveliness; ‘beautiful even as pect of doing something for that needy family, relieved their your painted resemblance, and that seemed more than mortal!' minds; and they finished their breakfast with increased thank- “Your inajesty upholds the reputation of your land for comfulness to God, and renewed purposes of diligence and faith-pliments.' fulness in his service. After breakfast, Mr. Amsly gave his ‘If truth be flattery,’ was the gallant monarch's reply, ‘I hired man directions about his work for the day; and he felt do indeed flatter. But say, how like you our good city of Lyons! Do you not miss the golden sky and the gorgeous scenery of your own sunny land '' • Were you not here, sire, perchance it might be so,' replied the queen; but your kingdom is now my kingdon, and your subjects my subjects, and I will love and cherish them for your sake.' • Yet we have some glorious sights, even for an Italian eye,' replied the king. ‘We boast our matchless Louvre, and our busy Paris, with its rich treasure of devoted hearts; and our royal forest of Fontainebleu, where we will teach you to hunt —another Diana to bewitch our eyes' ‘Let us hope we have many a happy day before us,’ said
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Mary, entranced with the devotion indicated. • But,' continued Henri, “if our land be less lovely than that of my sweet Florentine, at least our people are not less loving;
filled with the enthusiasm likely to affect a people on the first reception of one who presented herself as their queen, and the wife of their beloved Henri Quatre. with heaven: his worthy wife, his aged father, the children journey of Mary de Medicis, since she had left Florence, had presented a scene of gorgeous display, and even more than royal magnificence. This lady, who was held to possess all her family taste for splendor, appeared to emulate the memorable voyage of Cleopatra down the Cydnus; for she em. barked for Leghorn in a galley exquisitely gilt, and adorned with costly paintings by Italian and foreign artists.
whole procession (for such it may be termed) realized the conception of a young and lovely woman travelling to become the head of the most polished court, and the queen of the most admired monarch in Europe. For a week she remained
impressions of which he little thought. Mr. Amsly had been drafted to go into the army, but as he could not leave home,
and the idol of Henri's heart shall be the idol of the heart of Henri's people.' “And, replied Mary, “how gay will be the scene when the chivalry of France strive for the meed of renown, from the hands of their Italian queen.’ • True,' replied Henri, enthusiastically, as he thought with pride on the long list of valiant hearts that presented themselves to his imagination; 'we have brave knights and truechevaliers sans peur et sans reproche, who will probably lift a lance for the wife of their monarch. And Sully, too-you must like my Sully, the most straightforward of ministers, and the most honest of men. You must like dear de Rosny.' “I shall ever like him,' was the tender reply, ‘for he caused you to seek so poor a bride as Mary de Medicis' * Ah, sweetest!" said the enraptured monarch; “you were born for France; you compliment already with the wit of a French courtier, and the grace of an Italian lady.' • I have read, sire, that they who love never flatter.'
Lyons, one of the most commercial towns in France, was
The whole of the
Sixteen vessels of the same description accompanied her, and the
at Lyons, in expectation of her sovereign's arrival, keeping the good Lyonese in a fever of magnificence by her continual • At least,' replied the king, ‘believe that I love. And now display. - permit me to retire to seek refreshment more substantial even On the 9th of December, 1600, at the hour of supper sur|than that which comes from the lips of so fair a lady : for I rounded by her attendants, sate a lady, “beautiful exceeding have ridden hard to-day to see my queen, to whom I look for ly;” tall, and exquisitely formed, and of a commanding *pardon for a short absence. We shall meet again ere long.' winning presence. She sat with a grace and dignity worthy And thus met for the first time the gallant Henri Quatre and her noble descent—need we say that this lady was Mary de the fair Mary de Medicis.--Who could dream the fate in Medicis, the chief o in our . and the Principal store for these young and joyous spirits 1 actress in many a melancholy scene besides. Suddenly, * the end of the spacious room, was heard abus- raor it.-the wanmaa raonio. tle. Mary, who was in hourly expectation of Henri, looked anx- Three years had elapsed—three short years J. the iously around; the murmur increased; at last it shaped into meeting of the bridegroom and his bride: but they have been words,-- The King, the king!' was whispered-' Room for replete with interest. The love which we .." seen devel. his majesty of France.’ Henri, who had only just arrived, had oped in words of kindness, had departed, an o : given orders that he was not to be recognized; but findinglestablished where love once had been. . . la o: them disobeyed, he quietly disengaged himself from the throng, eternal constancy to Mary had rol to o ... o and had it not been for a sweet confusion that overspread course with the Marchioness de Verneuil, who, hated by her countenance, it might not have been known that Mary had queen, sought every opportunity o her. f Henri was caught a glimpse of his fine form as it retired, or heard him Thus placed between two fires, the situation of He say, with the light and merry tone for which he was remarka-' any thing but plot. imed ion. when disble, “Faith, gentlemen, I did not think it was so difficult not “My deaf Sully,' he exclaime on * . d—what to be a king.’ tracted with the contending interests, “I am Initi a
The blush which suffused Mary's cheek intimated that she with the quoan oa one side, and Henriette" the other, by