Lancaster gazette. [volume] (Lancaster, Mass.) 1828-1830, 1828-07-08

Zoe, his beauteous wife. Cannht hu snr
prise, she gave one look of recoon;t;on
and another that said be gone and hide
thy squallid form, and never let me soc
you more. The cup was now full the
last drop of misery had fallen into the
chalice. Azem raised his eve to heaven .
not word passed his lip. Crossing his mn.
tllated limbs on his breast, with an eyo
stoney with despair, he sought the pooI
OF Merazim. For the last time he caIloJ
on Allah, and bent himself for the fatal
plunge, when he felt himself withheld bv
an irresistible power.
A voice Numbered in Azems ear els
this your faith % On turning he found
himself standing in the presence of \ be;ng
whose eye dazzled like the sun and whose
almost transparent form glowed in its lus-
ire like the talisman Of Raschad. The
spirit spoke and said 81 am Zadok the
angel OF instruction. Your aims are re-
menu and Yonh eqa,,'eAds L. r.
tured on the storieu walls of Arassam.
Stlll your pride has dinned their lustre
and l am sent to pour on your darkened
soul the light Of wisdom. To your eve
suffering was the reward of crime or of
ioily' As superior, YOU dispensed your
bounty. You trod on man, and in the
pride and prosperity of your heart you felt
above mortals, blessing Allah that vour
virtues raised you above them. Affection
has now tried you, and you are found
wanting. The loss of wealth Allah will
ed: ingratitude of friends was not YOUR
crime; the vices Of your children created
by your absence cankered not your viz
tues, for you were treading the paths of
duty and the desertion of those YOU love
should not have driven to despair. You
should not have attempted impiously, un-
called, to enter those abodes of the silent
dead, over which hangs darkness, until
Heaven removes the veil and had not
mercy stayed you from &Seerath you would
have fallen, and you would have been
numbered in the dread abode of Eblis.
Child of folly hear the lords of Ia
dok. Misfortune is the parent of many
virtues; faith, fortitude, humility, and for
giveness, are all her children: and heaven
smiles not on fairer object than that man
VINO in the darkest day finds by the aid
OF faith all light within. The storms of
the moral like those of the natural, world
tend to purify. When the tempest of af-
Fiction breaks on the soul it cleanses the
heart until it is as pure as was that of Mo-
hammed's after the angel Gabriel had
pressed from it the last black drop of frail
mortality. Allah's mercy gives you again
to ttio worid If prosrereus, ha -h,,.eaI,I.,
bountiful if in mercy you are afflicted,
bend in cheerful resignation"
Having thus spoken, the angel spread
his wings. One stream of splendid glow,
vivid as the lightning's flash, marked his
eddying path, and soft-swelling music stole
on the ear as he coursed his way to the
highest heavens.
AS Azem withdrew his feet from the
well, lie awoke. The lovely Zoe, glowing
in the beauty Of love and innocence, was
by his side. The hence, beauteous flower
of heaven, and the grateful lotus poured
forth thousand rich perfumes. Azem
could hardly realize that he had had so
long dream. With wonder he viewed
his well-formed limbs, perfect in their
strength, and with joy he felt the blood of
health tingling through his veins, and as
the rising sun shed his first, newest rays
on the scene around, he arose and bent in
prayer, returned thanks for the instructions
of the night. From this time the lesson
of Kodak never was blotted from his me-
mory, and it became proverb, acho more
kind in their bounty than Azem, for has
heart responds to the charity Of his hand.
After this Azem lived happy many
years with his dear Zoe, a blessing to
others and by Allah blest."
Here the speaker closed. "Allah y
said one Turk, " Mohammed!" said ano-
Their, and wonderful p cried third.
After a small collection, each resumed
his meditations until some new object
might excite them. II. K.
Seerath. A bridge that after death all pass, on
their wav to Paradise 1t is about the width of a
finger. Beneath it is Dom Daniel, or the Mohame-
tan hell, into which the wicked fall in attempting
the passage.
TurNnpp SToRM, Last Saturday af.