MARKS S EDITION. 
 
 THE 
 
 HISTORY 
 
 OF 
 
 HAWTHORN FARM 
 
 OR THE 
 
 LOST SON. 
 
 Printed and Published by J L Marks 
 9 i Long Lane Smithfield, 
 
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At the foot of a Hill dotted over with Cottages of every 
 
 variety, from amongst which rises the taper spire of the 
 
 Village Church, stood Hawthorn Farm, one of the cleanest 
 
 with the trimest flower Pots and best stocked garden here 
 
 resides George Hawthorn, his wife and only Son Edward, 
 
 it was towards the close of the day, and the inmates were 
 
 about to partake of there Evening meal, the face of the 
 
 father appeared troubled, he looked thoughtfully on the 
 floor and then would gaze long and anxiously at his Son, 
 
 at length with a sigh he said, Edward this is a disastrous 
 tale I have heard from the worthy Rector, what will be- 
 come of you if you still continue to associate with such 
 profligate and Idle Companions at these words the dame 
 dropped her Kniting and gazed enquiringly at the farmer, 
 the Son after meeting his Fathers Eyes turned confusedly 
 away, What has he been guilty of anxiously enquired the 
 Dame, the farmers brow darkened and he said warmly, 
 an act of wanton cruelty of tortureing two poor animals for 
 Idle pastime, Here the farmer stated to the dame that cr- 
 ossing the meadows, he met the worthy Rector who infor- 
 med him that his Son aided hy his Idle associates had 
 been amusing themselves by seting farmer Whiles masstif 
 on his reverences Cow till the poor animal became so 
 enraged that it had nearly proved the death of the Dog 
 by tossing it into the air and its falling upon the gar- 
 don fence, my !>on replied the dame I feel ashamed of 
 you, how often have I spoke to you of those Idle sports, 
 which will lead to no good, but retire to your Chamber 
 
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and on your knees pray to God to forgive your wanton 
 act of cruelty, with sullen and downcast looks he left 
 the chamber, without deigning an answer, but not to 
 follow his kind Parents advice but seting himself sulkily 
 at the foot of his bed muttered ail this talk for harmless 
 frolic, I was not worse than Jones, Smith or young Maydew 
 who joined in the sport, I have too Jong been kept under 
 but will bear it no longer I will let them see they have 
 a Son of spirit 1 feel I am called upon to act for my- 
 self and no longer a father shall control me and with this 
 resolution he retired to bed, the Cock had just proclaimed 
 the early dawn when farmer Hawthorn arose to follow 
 his avocations round the farm, upon returning to his mo- 
 rning repast he was surprised at finding Edward had not 
 yet left his room but deemed the transactions of the pr- 
 evious day and the reproofs he had justly mot with had 
 rreated a degree of shame and reluctance at meeting his 
 parents gaze his father instantly ascended to his room, but/ 
 judge of his Consternation aud surprise upon finding the 
 Chamber deserted and in disorder the dreadful!' Idea ins- 
 tantly crossed his mind that he had deserted his parents 
 and his home he descended and communicated the dread- 
 ful Intelligence to his wife she stood and trimUed at the 
 account looked wistfully in his face for a moment then 
 hur;g down her head without power to utter a word in 
 reply but he felt her tears fall fast upon his hand the 
 rmer had jreat defficultv to command his feelings his 
 hts wandered to his ungrateful Son who in winter 
 
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partook of his b nch in the chimney corner and in sum- 
 nier set with him a child in the cottage porch the dame 
 at length approached him and taking his hand pressed it 
 saying in a low earnest tone, Dear Husband let us put 
 our trust in divine providence and patiently await his will 
 who may or.e day restore to us our erring and mayhap 
 repentant child at that instant the favourite Cat which had 
 been taken in on the ver) day Edward was born jumped 
 en the chair and by her gestures and low purring song 
 seemed to share in the alarm of her kind benefactor for 
 a period of years no tidings was heard of their lost Son 
 on one fine summer day the farmer was accosted at his 
 cottage door by a youth in the garb of a sailor whose 
 dress appeared some what the worse for wear what is your 
 business with me said the farmer charity replied the su- 
 plicant in a tremolous tone if only a crust of bread and 
 a drink of water that you are welcome to replied the farmer 
 here dame bring a table some chairs a jug of Ale and some- 
 thing to refresh a poor weather beaten sailor and while 
 you refresh mayhap you'll recount to me and my dame 
 some of your adventures the dame instantly supplied the 
 required refreshments, and seated at the cottage door, the 
 sailor thus began I left my fathers house and native vil- 
 lage some years since and wandered to the great metro- 
 polis and applied to the captain of a vessel for a berth 
 jm board his ship bound for the East Indies, with a cargo 
 of military stores was taken prisoner and carried to cullu- 
 dore, Hyder Ally had at that time overun the country and 
 
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hoped to exterminate the English I determined one night 
 if possible to Escape, by droping from the ram parts, into 
 the river beneath, as it grew dark I assended the ramparts 
 unperceived and droped into the river and then made for 
 pornuo about four leagues from culludore, not far from 
 this spot at the place I landed I discovered on the beach 
 a canoe which 1 was in the act of seezing when a party 
 of seaboys rushed upon me bound me and drove me be- 
 fore them to head quarters where for some years I endured 
 great suffering and deprivations till sir Cyre Coote humbled 
 the Tyrant H^der and gave release to all the british su- 
 jects in seringapatam I now entered an English vessel and 
 made a prosperous Voyage to Bengal and from thence 
 returned to England and am now on my way to seek the 
 forgiveness of my parents, at the mention of this the far- 
 mer drew his hand a cross his Eyes the dame sighed, far- 
 mer Hawthorn cried the mariner in those altered features 
 and disguise behold your run away but repentant Son Ed- 
 ward, words are inedequate to express the joy and delight 
 of the parents, the sailor continued I assumed this disguise 
 to ascertain whether you still reside on the farm I have 
 clothes and valueables at the next port and return to end 
 my days in the society of my ever kind and forgiving 
 parents and restore Happiness to Hawthorn Hall. 
 
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 Priated aiiJ Sold by J. L. Mark*, Long Laue, Smithfield 
 
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IT ©F JU 
 
 PUBLISHED BY J. L. MARKS, 
 UNIFORM WITH THIS. 
 
 Hawthorn Farm or the lost Son. 
 The Butterfly's Court Day. 
 History of the Country Cousins. 
 Gaffer Gurtons visit to the Fair. 
 Select Gleanings for Children. 
 Dowlas's trip to Hampton Court 
 Adventures of Matty Marvelous. 
 The History of Paddy Shane 
 Adventures of Peter Poppleton. 
 Nursery Rhymes. 
 The Garden of Learning. 
 The Bower of Knowledge. 
 
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