Wheeling times and advertiser. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1839-1849, 1843-01-21
THE E,GLE'S NESr.
~ rRoT. WILSON

believing thai her life was
to be saved she became almost as fearless
as &c she n I'd been changed into n wing
ed creature. Again her feet touched
stone and earth; the. psalm was hushed;
but u tremulous sobbing voice was close
beside her, and 10 ! she goat. with two
little kids at her feett wild heights. -
Thought she. .'do these Creatures climb;
but the dam will lead her kid down by
the easiest path, for oh even in the
brute creature what is the holy power
of mothers love - and turning round
her head, she kissed her sleeping baby,
and for the first time she wept.
Overhead frowned the front of the
preclprce, mover touched before b, hr-
nan hand or foot. No ne had ever
dreamed Of sacliog it, and the golden
eagle'sknew that wei in thcir.;nstinct,
as, before they built their evrie.
they had brushed with their wings
But all the rest Of this part OF the
mountain side, though scarrel, and
scanned, and chasmcd, was yet accessible
--aud more than one person in the par.
lsh had reached the bottom of the
Glead's Cliff. Many were now attemp-
ing It, snd ere the cautious mother had
followed her dumb guides n hundred
yards, though among dangers that, al
though to rerrify the stoutest heart
were trayersed by her without shud.
der, the head Of one man appca red. and
then the head Of another, aud she knAw
that God had delivered her ca Id in
safety, into the care OF her fellow crea
lures. Not word was spoken, ewes
said enough, she husned her friends
with her hands, and with uplilteI hs ads
pointed to the guides 5 int 10 her ny tlea
ven. Small green plats where tho e
creatures nIbt.e the wi d flowers, be-
camo now more frequent, troIden Ines.
almost as easy as sheep paths, showed
that the dam had not led her Young IN
TO danger: and now the brush WOOL
dwlnd ed away'into Struggling shrubs,
and the party stood on little erninence
above the stream, and forming pa / OF
the straih.
There had been trouble and agitation,
much sobbiag, and nln, tears, am1nr
the multitude, while the mother was sea
ling the cliffs, sublime was the shout
that echoed aiar the moment she reach
ed the eyrie, then had succeed silence.
deep as death-in title VIII lie arose
the hyming prayer: succeeded by mute
suPPlicaiion, the w;ldness of thankful
and congratulary JOY had next its SWAY
and now that her salvation was sure.
the great crowd rustleJ like wind
swept wood. And for VIII Sc sake was
all this alienation of agony? A DOR
humble creature, unknown 10 man,
ven by name, one who had but few
friends nor wished FOR more, coniented
to work all Jay. here, there, and whcrr.
that she might be able to support her
aged mother and her little child, and
who on Sabbath took her seat i'm an OBJ.
scure pew, set apart for Paupers, in the
kirk.
Fall back, and give her fresh air"
said the old minister Of the parish, and
the circle of close faces wIdened rounJ
her lying as in death. Gle me the
oonny bit BARN into my arms cried
hfst one motherth another, and il
was tenderly handed round the circle of
kisses, many Of the snoOded maidens
baths Its face in.tears. "Fhere's not a
single scratch IT, be seen about the puir
innocent, for the eagle you see maun
haze struck into the iang C aes aud the
shawl. Bin blIH' mum they BIZ who
see not the finger o. God in this thing -
Hannah started up from her swoon
and looking wildly c;iej, ''Oh! the bird.
the bird, the eagle, The eagle, the eagle
has carried of my bonnie wee Walter,
Is there none TO pursue? a neighbor
Put her baOy TO her breast, and shut inr
her eyes and shifting her forehead, the
sorely bewlldeTed creature sal in a low
voice, Gam | wauken, oh, tel. me if Pm
wauken, or If u this be wark o. fever,
and the delirium o a dreamY'
Hannah Bamond was not yet twenty
years old, and although a mother, you
may guess what mother, yet frown not
gentle reader, frown not, pure and 81 ain.
less MS thou art, to her beionge not the
sacred name OF wife, aud that the baby
was the child OF sin and shame, YES,
'the child Of mystery, blptised 10
tears" She had loved, trusted, been
betrayed, and deserted. In sorrow and
solitude, uncontrolled and despsed, she
bore her burthen Dismal had been
the hour Of travail, and she feared her
mothers heart would have broken, even
when hor own was cleft in twain. Bot
how healing is forgiveness. alike TO The
wounds Of the forgiving and the forgiv
or. And then Hannah knew that gui ~
before God, her guilt was not such as hor
fellow creatures deemed il, there we're
dreadful secrets which would never pass
her lips against the father Of her child,
30 she bowed down her young head,
and soiIed b with the ashes of renen