The Columbia Democrat. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1837-1850, 1839-06-15
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noD, she saw her the quiet, happy matron,
her countenance saddened with the traces
of past care; but an air of serenity and Chris
tian thankfulness showing that the present
was without alloy. Her husband, the
that WdS, welcomed them with
an air of easy politeness and discoursed flu
emily upon the current topics of the day,
while several children were pouring with
beaming, happy looks, upon the pages of
The Inspired Volume, which, il was evident
the father had been reading TO his family.
Can it be possible" thought Agnes,
" that this is reality"
Her cousin seemed TO read her thoughts
and he smiled as turning to their hosts he
the wager.
My young friend,' observed H. ad-
dressing Agnes, you know not, you can
not know the vast difference between tho
desire to do good and the fact Of its accom-
plishment. 1t is not in the saloon, the gay
circle, or the Fashionable rom that the ener
yies of your sex are called into requisition;
yet woman can, nay, does more to sweeten
he cup OF human life than man in his pu-
rest moment dreams Of. am living wit
ness of woman's usefulness: he paused.
and looking fondy on his wife, resumed,
g four years ago, and was an outcast from
he esteem of my fellows, the victim Of fell
lntameable passions. She whom had
vowed to protect and cherish, was exposed
70 want, and driven forth to seek an asylum
other than the one which had turned into
a den Of dissipation and vice. You see me
now-the cause Of it is the energy, the
christian fortitude, the ceaseless prayers Of
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at my children, but the wine cup had
stronger voice, and l went on until disease
prostra,ed me upon a bed of pain. Then
it was that she conquered! Through the
long months of my illness she toiled to get
bread for me, unworthy as was, and l
arose from that couch of repentance, an al
tered, because thinking man. She had
been the still, small voice." 20 lure me
from my follies. She had taught me to
look upon myself as a creature born Tor
high purposes, and then when the wife was
before me, she brought our little house,
hold around and babe them kneel with her
before me. The past with all its madness
came upon me like spirits voice, and the
misery l was inficting upon others, made
me take that resolution, which under Gods
favor will never altar, TO live for her who
had regenerated me--tO live for my chill
dren."
The gratifed wife gratifed less at hear
ing recital of her well earned praises,
than delighted with the tone of her hus-
bands determination as to his future course,
smiled tearfully upon him, while he took
her hand and clasped it within his own
Agnes was affected with the scene: here
was indeed woman's tIiumph, immeasurable
beyond any that the victor field OF the
conqueror may present, or the annals oil
of political pre-eminence afford. No bo-
dies bleach liieless in the pathway of wo-
mans triumph-no bleeding sensibilitie''
no seIfishness, no thirst for dominion marks
her course Her weapon is Virtue, bend
ing TO circumstances, yet rising superior to
difficulty. Her battle field is the human
heart, and she instils into it sound princI'
pies, bidding the wanderer return,and point
Ing out the advantages of reformation !
Agnes left the mansion of George H. nj
longer discontinued with her woman's es
tate, and Henry Harrington, as they re-en
tered the parlOr where Agnes had utters'
her wish that she was a man, felt IN HI
own mind that his wager was not yer!
doubtful.