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TILE FORGED PATENT. 



Tub changes which the last twenty years have 

 wrought in Illinois, would be incredible to any one 

 who had not witnessed them. At that time the 

 settlements were few, and the spirit of enterprise 

 which now pervades every corner of the State, had 

 Dot awakened. The blaffii of the Illinois river had 

 never sent baek the echo of the eteam engine.— 

 Wlthont amuiket (or their produce, the farmers 

 confined their labors to the wants of their own 

 families. Corn wus nearly the only crop raised, 

 and from the time it was "laid by," near the end 

 of Jane, till "palling limo," in November, was a 

 holiday, and the intervening period was passed in 

 Idleness, except Saturdays. On that day, duly as 

 It arrived, the settlerc, at tho distillery, amused 

 themselves wiih shooting at a mark, trading nags. 

 end too often, when the tin cup passed freely lound, 

 Jn lighting. 



This is by no mean* a picture of all the settle- 

 ments of that early period.bat that it is graphically 

 true of many, none of the oldest settlers will deny. 



One Saturday nfternooD, Inthoyearl8l9,ayouDg 

 man was seen approaching, with alow and weary 

 Btcps, the boase, or rather distillery, of Squire 

 Crosby, of Brent's Prairie, an obscure aettleinent 

 on tho Military Tract. As nana! on that day, a 

 large collection of people were amusing them- 

 selves at Crosby's, who owned the distillery In that 

 region, and being a magistrate, was regarded by 

 the settlers as rich, and consequently a groat man. 



The youth who now came up to the group was 

 apparently about twentyone years of age, and of 

 Blender form, fair and delicate complexion, with 

 the air of one accustomed to good society, and it 

 was evident at a glance that he was not inured to 

 the hardships of frontier life, or labor of any kind. 

 But hla dress bore a strange contrast with his np- 

 poarance and manners. He wore a hunting coat 

 of the coarsest linsey-woolsey, a common straw 

 hat, and a pair of doeskin moccasins. A Urge 

 pack completed bis equipment. 



Every one gazod with curiosity on the new 

 comer. In their eagerness to learn who he wa*, 

 whenoo he came, and what was his cosiness, the 

 horse swap was left unfinished, the rifle laid aside, 

 and even the busy tin cop had a temporary respite. 



The young man approached Squire Crosby, 

 whom even a stranger could distinguish bb the 

 principal person among them, and anxiously in- 

 quired for a house where he could be accommo- 

 dated, saying that he wns extremely ill, and felt all 

 symptoms of an approaohing fever. 



Crosby eyed him closely and suspiciously for a 

 moment without ottering a word. Knaves and 

 n recently abroad, and the lan- 

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Ignorant with everything that 1b base. Mistaking 

 tho silence of Crosby for a fear of his inability to 

 pay, tho stranger smiled and said, "I a m DCl , w ji„. 

 out money," and putting his hand to his pocket to 

 give ooular proof of bia assertion, he was horror- 

 struck to find that his pocket-book was gone. It 

 f cent oi his money, besides papers 



Without a farthing, without even a paper or 

 letter to attest that his character was honorable, 

 In a strange land, and sickness rapidly coming 

 upon him, these feelinga nearly drove him to de- 

 spair. Tba Squire, who prided himself on his 

 sagacity in detecting villains, now found the nae 

 of his tongue. With a loud and sneering voice he 



Ho proceeded in this inhuman strain, seconded 

 »7 nearly eveiy one present, for the "Squire" was 

 powerful „ Q ttw dircd , dj j 

 TouU.hu keenly his desolate situation, and cast- 



- Is there nous here who will receiveme?" 

 "Tea. I wW/> «i.4 . miB among the crowd; 

 "yes, pooralck Strang, , wln sheUer ^ 



in a lower tone he .dd.i:-..i ^ iot whether 

 you are deserving, bat I ao know that you are a 

 follow being, and In sickness and In want- and for 

 tho sake of Him who died for the g^utr if no . 

 for your own soke, will I be kind to yon, poor 

 stranger." 



The man who stepped forth and proffered a 

 home to the youth in the hour of suffering, was 



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maty persecutions of hla vindictive ncighbo: 

 without complaint. Bis family consisted of him 

 self and daughter, his only child, an affectionate 

 girl of seventeen. 



The youth heard the offer of Mr. Davis, and 

 heard no more, for, overcome by hi* feelingi ind 

 extreme illceia, he sank intermble. He was con- 

 veyed to the boase of his benefactor, and a physi- 

 cian called. Long was tbe Btrngglf 

 and death. Though unconscious, be called npon 

 bis mother and sister, almost constantly, to aid aim. 

 Wnea tbe youth was laid upon bis bed. and tbe 

 heard bim calling for his stater, Lmy Pat is wept, 

 end said to him — "Poor young man.jonr sister la 

 for distant, but I will be to yon a titter.'' Well did 

 this dark-eyed maiden keep her promise. Day and 

 night she watched over him, except daring the 

 short intervals when she yielded her post at his 

 Bide to her father. 



At length the crisis of the disorder arrived— the 

 day that was to decide the question of life or death. 

 Lucy bent over him with intense anxiety, watching 

 every expression of his features, hardly daring to 

 breathe, so fearful was she of awaking him from 

 the only sound sleep he bad erjoyed for nine long 

 daya and nights. At length be awoke and gased 

 np into the face of Lucy Davie, and faintly in- 

 quired, " Where am 1 1" There was an intelligence 

 In that look. Youth and a good constitution had 

 obtained tbe mastery. Lucy fell that he was 

 spared, and bursting into a flood of tears, rushed 

 out of the room. 



It was tffO weeks more before he could sit up 

 even for a short lime, lie had already acquainted 

 them with his name and residence, but they bad 

 no curiosity to learn anything further, and forbade 

 him giving his story until he became stronger. 

 Bia name was Charles WUbod, and 

 home, Boston, 



A few daya afterwards, when Mr. Davis was 

 absent from home, and Lucy engaged about her 

 household affairs, Wilson saw close beside his head 

 his pack, aud recollecting something that he 

 wanted, opened it The first thing be saw was tbe 

 Identical pocket book whose loss had excited so 

 many regrets. Ho recollected having placed it 

 there the morning beforo he reached Brent's 

 Prairie, but in tbe confusion of the moment the 

 oiroumatonco wsa forgotten. Heexamiaed it, and 

 found everything as he left it. 



The discovery nearly restored him to health, but 

 he resolved at present to confine the Beoret to his 

 own bosom. It was gratifying to him to witness 

 the entire confidence they reposed in the honor 

 and integrity of a stranger, and tbe pleasure with 

 which they bestowed favora upon one whom they 

 aappoBed could make no returns but thanks. 



Night came, and Mr. Davis did not return. Lucy 

 passed a sleepless night. In tho morning she 

 watched hour after hour for hia coming, and when 

 sunset approached he waa still absent; terrified at 

 his long and unnsoal stay, she was setting out to 

 procure a neighbor to go in search of him, when 

 her parent eunie in sight. She ran to meet him, 

 and was bestowing upon him a thousand endearing 

 expressions of affection, when his haggard, wo- 

 begone cguuteaance btartled her. 



He uttered not a word, and went into his honse, 

 and seated himself in silence. It was in vain that 

 she attempted to cheer him. After a great pause, 

 during which there was a long struggle going on 

 in hla feelings, he rose and took bia daughter by 

 the band, and led her into the room where Wilson 

 was seated. " You must know all," he said, " I am 

 mined; I am a beggar. In a fow days I must quit 

 thia house; tbe farm which I have so highly im- 

 proved, and thought my own." Ho proceeded to 



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governable malice, taunted bim with being a beg- 

 gar, and told bim that he was now in his power, 

 and he would crush him under hie feet. When 

 Mr. Davis smiled at what he regarded as only an 

 impotent threat, Crosby, to convince him, told him 

 that the patent of hiB farm was a forged one, and 

 that he, Croeby, knew the real owner of the land; 

 had written to purchase it, and expected a deed in 

 a few days. Davis immediately went home for hla 

 patent, and during hiB long absence had visited 

 the land office. Crosby was right. The patent, 

 beyond all dispute, was a forged one, and the claim 

 of Davie to the form waa not worth a farthing. 



It may be proper to observe that counterfeiting 

 aoldierB' patents, waa a regular business in some 

 of the eastern cities, and hundreds had been duped. 



u It is not for myself," said the old man, " that I 

 grieve at this miefortune. I am advanced in life, 

 and it matters not where or how I pass the re- 

 mainder of my existence. I have a little home 

 beyond the stare, where your mother has gone be- 

 fore me, and where I would have loved to protect 

 her child, my own affectionate Lucy." The weep- 

 ing girl threw hor arms around the neck of her 

 father, and poured hertearauponhisboBom. "We 

 can be happy still," said she, " for I am young and 

 oan easily support us both." 



A new scene followed, in which another individ- 

 ual waa the principal actor. I shall leave the read- 

 er to form his own opinion of It, and barely remark 

 that at the close, the old man took the hands of 

 Lucy and young Wilson, and then joining them, 

 Bald i— "My children, I cheerfully consent to your 

 union. Though poor, with a good conscience you 

 oan be happy. I know, Charles, you will be kind 

 to my daughter, for a few nights ago, when you 

 thought that no haman ear could hear you, I heard 

 you fervently implore tbe blessings of heaven upon 

 my grey hairs, and that God would reward my 

 child for all her kindness to you. Taking down 

 hia family Bible, the venerable old man added,— 

 ■■ It isa season of affliction, but we are not forsaken. 

 Let us look for support to Him who has promised 

 to sustain us. He then openedthe book and read: 



" Although the fig tree shall not blossom, neither 

 ahall frait be in the vines, the labors of the olive 

 shall fail, and the fields yield no meat; the flocks 

 shall be cut off from the fold, and there shall be 

 no herd in the stal), yet will I joy in the God of my 

 salvation.*' 



Charles and Lacy knelt beside the venerable old 

 man, and while he prayed, they wept tears of grate- 

 ful emotion. It was a sleepless, but not unhappy 

 eight to three inhabitants of the neat, cheerful 

 dwelling they were about to leave, and go they 



Il w*i thtn that joing Wilson learned the re 

 value of money. By means of It he could gb 

 nhelter to those who had kindly received him when 

 every other door waa closed upon him. 



All night long he had thought of the forged 

 patent. There were a few words dropped by Mr. 

 Davis which be could not dismiss from his mind; 

 tb it Crosby bad written to the real owner of the 

 land, and had now obtained the promise of the 



It is now time for the reader to become fully 

 acquainted with the history of tbe young stranger. 

 His father, Charles Wilson, eenlor, was a merchant 

 in Boston, who had acquired an immense fortune. 

 At the close of the war, when the aoldiers received 

 (torn the government their bounty of one hundred 

 and sixty acres of land, msny of them offered their 

 patents to Mr. Wilaon for eale. Finding that they 

 were resolved to sell them, be resolved to save 

 them from the sacrifice of their hard earnings, and 

 he purchased at a fair price all that was offered.— 

 In three years no small portion of the Military 

 Tract came Into his possession. 



On the day that Charles became of age, he gave 

 bim a deed of the principal part of this land In 

 Illinois, and insisted that be should go out and see 

 It, and if he liked the country, settle there. Wish- 

 ing him to become identified with the people, he 

 tecomniended his son to lay aside his broadcloth, 

 and dress like a backwoodsman. In compliance 

 with this suggestion, the young man had aaaamed 

 a rude and rustic dres«, bo inappropriate to his 

 appearance and manners, as to excite some sus- 

 picion that he had motives for concealing hie real 

 character. 



On tho morning of his aon'a departure, Mr. Wil- 

 son received a letter from a man in Illinois, who 

 had frequently written. He wished to purchase* 

 certain section at government price, whloh Mr. 

 Wilson promised he should have on these terms, 

 provided that he forwarded a certificate from the 

 Judge of the Circuit Court that the land won worth 

 no more. Tho letter just received lnoleacd the 

 certificate in qnestlon. Mr. Wilaon had given this 

 tract to Charles, and putting the letter and certifi- 

 cate into his hand, enjoined upon him to deed it 

 to the writer, according to promise, upon his arri- 

 val in Illinois. 



The remarks of Mr. Davis forcibly reminded 

 young Wilson of this incident, and on the next 

 morning after he had become acquainted with the 

 plan of Crosby, with a trembling hand he examined 

 the letter and certificate. It was written byCroBby, 

 and the land he wished to purchase was the iden- 

 tical farm of Davis. 



Astonished that hia friend the judge should cer- 

 tify that the land was worth no more, Mr. Davis 

 asked to see the certificate; and after a moment 

 examination, unhesitatingly pronounced its sign: 

 ture a forgery. 



An explanation from the young man now b 

 came necessary, and calling Lucy into the roor 

 he told them his story, and laid before them a pi 

 of patents and bank noteB, one after another, till 

 the sum reached thousands. It was a day of thank- 

 ful happiness to Simon Davie and his daughter, and 

 not less so to young Wilson, 



Not long after this scene, Crosby entered. 



Hia air waa that of a man who has an enemy 

 bis power, and intenda to trample upon him. ] 

 scarce noticed young Wilson except with a look 

 contempt. After pouring out all hia maledictions 

 upon the family, tho old man inquired if he v 

 give nothing for improvements made. Tbeai 

 was, "Not a cent" 



" You certainly would not," said Wilson, " drive 

 oat this maa and his daughter penniless into the 

 world!" 



"What's that to yoa?" replied Crosby, with a 

 look of malice and contempt. 



" I will answer that question," said Wilson, and 

 he acquainted him with what the reader has al- 



Crosby waa at first petrified with astonishment, 

 but when he saw that all bis schemes of villainy 

 were defeated, and proof of his having committed 

 a forgery could be established, his assurance for- 

 sook him, and he threw himself upon hia kneee, 

 and begged first the old mas, then Lncy and 

 Wilson, to spare bim, 



Much sb they pitied, It was impossible for them 

 not to despise the meanness of the application. 



Wilson told him that he deserved no mercy. 

 That a moment since he would have driven the 

 family of Davis from their home, without even 

 means of a temporary support He would pay 

 Crosby a fair price for his property, and forbear 

 prosecuting him on condition of bis instantly 

 quitting the country, 



Crosby accepted the offer. The writings were 

 made oat that day, and before morning he and hla 

 family were on their way to Texas. 



Why ahould I Bpin out the narrative? Lacy and 

 Charles were married, and though a splendid man- 

 sion soon roae npon the farm of Mr. Davis, both 

 love far better the Utile room where she bad bo 

 anxiously watched over tho sick bed of the house- 

 less stranger. Mr, Wilaon was rich but never for- 

 got those who were in wont 



Cheered by the kind and affectionate attentions 

 of hla children, Simon Davis almost seemed to have 

 renewed his existence. 



lie lived many years, and long enough to tell the 

 bright-eyed son of Charles and Lucy the story of 

 tbe forged deed. And when he told the listening 

 boy how his father, when poor and friendless, was 

 taken home and kindly treated, end in tarn became 

 their benefactor, he impressed upon the mind of 

 hia grandchild that even a cup of cold water given 

 from a good motive, shall not loae its reward. 



arics. — The character of 

 what a man generally acquires more threaghsome 

 ilggardlineEB or ill grace, in little and Inconsidera 

 le things, than In expenses of any consequence. 

 i very few pounds sterling a year would esse that 

 ion of the scandal of avarice, — Pope. 



Orzatness lies not in being strong, but In the 

 right using of strength; and strength is not nsed 

 rightly when it only serves to carry a man above 

 his fellows for his own solitary glory. He Is great- 

 est whoso strength carriea up the most, be the at- 

 traction of his own.— Betther. 



Tub worst thing that can be said of the most 

 powerful, is, that they can take your life; but the 

 same thing can be said of the most weak.— Lacon. 



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ENIGMA— BOQUET OP FLOWERS. 



My 1, a fop, a ferocious beast. 



My 3, one of tbe 9 digits, and a dial. 



My 3, congealed moisture, sad a sphere. 



My 4, a preposition and a part of lbs face. 



My 6, a well-bred woman, a loose ehos. 



My G, a color, and a coquet. 



My 7, an unlratb, and a dye. 



My 3, to lose remembrance, a pronoun and an a. 



verri. 

 My 9, tbe Evil One, a preposition, article, and 



My lo, a low tract of land, and a beautiful flower. 

 My 11, a village in Western N. Y, aud a fierce birt 

 My 12, to stop water, to question, and a flower. 

 My 13, one of tbe months of the year, and acoloi 

 My H, a part of the day, and splendor. 

 My 15, an Astatic Empire, and the name of a celt 

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OEOGRAFHICAL ENIGMA. 



I am oomposed of 57 letters. 

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 My 11, 9, 19, 38, 21, 53, 29, 20, 55 iaa lake In British 



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 My 3, 29, 41, 49, 40, 32, 52 is a river Id Asia. 

 My 20, 2, 17, IS, 40 lea range of mountains in South 

 America, 



My 46, 31, 64, 30, 51, 39, 5, 21 is a group of islands 



north of Scotland. 

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 My 47, 27, 39, 37, 28 is a sea In Europe. 

 My 33, 39, 55, 16, 40, 45, 20. 43 Is a town in Brazil. 

 My 50, 38, 66, 6G, 20, 9, 67 is a country in Asia, 

 My whole Is an extract from Milton. 



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