The Charlotte journal. [volume] (Charlotte, N.C.) 1835-1851, 1841-05-27
THE DYING HOUR.

ill the brains like the las, inhabitants Of a
crumbIng temple, and the feeling tina, then
occupy the chilled heart, be revealed TO the
eve Of sense, what view would be display
ed The period OF dissolution brings with
II emotions Of peculiar character. There
are a, that lime operations through which
the soul never passed. Nothing appears
in its old aspect. Lgse a splendid hell
which has been huuGe.in new drapery,
each object wears a different dress. Opln.
ions, that tho strongest force OF a.sumen;
could cot repel to withdraw from the mind
then hastily depart; prejudices that rooted
themselves mere and more deeply a, every
attack, then bend before the blast; cherish
ed feelings, tina, the bosom had ever chung
TO, then are hated, and sdesires that had
ever found a home beside affections altar
then are banished. VIVA, fearful change
is this, that then belaileIh the spirit! Are
the faculties then so weakened as 10 prevent
il from thinking aud fce!ing urIghi' No;
il now sees things as they are. Falsehood
has ceased to obscure lis vision. Truth,
long deprived of her authority, long forced
to crouch like slave, obtains her rish.iul
station, and shows that the pretended IA.
iure Of the world is very unlike its real
character. o what al hour is this =
When the soul is aroused 10 the true rela.
lions of objects when mistakes are seem
but alas, too late for correction-~when eler.
nily's importance and ave enter into the
decisions, wishes, ard feelings Of the mInd
The hour Of death 10 this brief space
the past is reviewed. How treachegous
memory may have been on Thousand oc.
caoions, she now acquiis herself with fdeli.
ty. Omits she now to unrol the record,
which her bands had so often ciasped. Issue
like iha trumpet, that blowelh an "uDcer.
tain sooudl" Life's history her long tongue
now epeals-scenes, forgotten scenes, are
recalled, and buried events arc brought W
before the eye. Over the long path which
We have made, she leads Us here she stops
70 Mediate on some dark deed; there she
shows another way INTO wb;ah passion hur-
RED us. Have we Injured friendsl Have
he true aud fond bosoms on which We rest,
I'd been pierced by the darts Of unkindnessl
Memory presents it. Have We performed
actions Of generosity Have the desola.
ion Of the widow been cheered, aud the
loneliness Of tho orphan been relieved BIZ
Us! Has tie path OF one individual lost 0
thorn By COR insirumentaity, or the wreath
Jf love had one rose added BY our hands
Delighted @iih The occurrence, memory re.
,eais j, in strains Of exuIialion. Crowded
no this narrow period, the moments re.
emble The waves. that COW dance 10 the
unlight to the music Of The breeze, and
iow flow on IN solemn silence beneath the
ihode Of overhanglng boughs. But does
he pas, alone employ The fugitive hour
! hat hour, Imagination also makes her own.
y haiever may have hindered its operation
5 now removed. Lotlier and freer than
yer scars its Wing. Over the highest
umn;; !; easily Uses, borrowing life from
iealh itself
The dying hour II is then that Tine
nd we are parted. Though he may have
cd US oyci diversified way, we then for.
axe hirn, heconilnues TO travel on his own
curse, but we are ushered uto new con
i,ion. Cares cease to distress. The last
ear f5ils from the eye, the last sigh es
apes from the bosom. Darkness gathers
poh The eafthi relieved only by that pure
ghl which proceeding from heaven hath
ower 10 gid closing scene. Mortalliy,
brick not from this hsur. Pursue virtue.
Il Religion be thy study, o man, and
hensyer and wherever this event occur,
shall End thee happily prepared. Whelh
: death meet Thee at the door when mid
lght re,gueta: or aid day pour is tide Of
'ory on the world--wherhcr il meet thee
md the consultations Of home, Or the pri
l,Ious Of strangers conn,ry-whetheri it
ect thee On the Uprising b,ilow or IN the
u,lrui plain, It's atern brow shall beara sof
1d holy expression, and ils angry voice
,al speak 10 ,uGe but those Of peace and
We.
THE HOsIER LADIES FOREVER. /
A lady Of Indians recently dated letter
IN bed, " to her lover in Mississippi. The
lowing is an extrac. from the warm
.arled girls love letter +" Oh, you mnr.