The Yazoo City Whig and political register. (Yazoo City, Miss.) 1842-1844, 1843-04-07
MIS- ELLANEOU S.
From the Lady's Book.
The Hour Of Prayer.
BY MISS NJ. A. FAIRMAN

love to steal a while away
From every cumb'ring care,
And spend the hours of parting day
In humble, grateful prayer.
How quietly the still hour of twilight
steals upon US. The suns last golden ray,
which fingered so long upon the eastern
mountains as 'if parting were sweet sorrow,'
has disappeared. The last ROSY tint is ia
ding from the evening cloud. A deeper
shadow settled over the valley. One by
one nights unwearied watchers shine out
in the 'far of Depths The bird folds its
weary wings within its little nest. The
busy hum of man. is hushed. II is the hour
of prayer and meditation-the Sabbath Of
the day.
+" All is SO still, SO soft in earth and air,
You scarce would start tOmeet aspirit there;
Secure, that nought ofeVil could delight
10 walk in such scene, on such night"
1t breathes its own blessed quiet over the
christians spirit, and dIsposes him to deep
and earnest communing with himself, and
with his Father. The world loses its hold
upon the heart-wealth, pleasures, earth's
vain array seem now but what they are-il-
Iusions, heeting shadows, cares and Vexa-
tons, which; perhaps, too much occupied
his mind and Tuffied his temper during the
day, now sink into real insignifcauce He
lifts his eyes to the magnificent armament
above him, and feels he is but speck, an
atom, in the vast creation; he thinks Of his
immortal spirit, and the priceless ransom
paid for it, and knows it outWeighs the worth
Of worlds.
Then serious, but pleasant thoughts pos
sess his mind; the rapid fight of time-boW
soon its last hour shall have struck for him
land his Tansomed spirit breathing its las
prayer, and dropping his frail tabernacle
shall rise to its bliss(ul home in Heaven.
Oh, what light breaks upon the tomb!-
what an effulgence of glory beams beyond
lit! His is indeed the common lot 'ashes Il
ashes, dust to DUST and the clods of th,
valley piled upon his once living, breathin,
FORM But what then! 1t is only tn
senseless clay which moulders there; deaf
cannot touch the immortal spirit; that is no
shrouded in the grave.
But twilight fades, darkness gathers,
deeper silence perVades all nature. II is
; him the 'slll small voice. Of his Father, an
he wraps his face in his mantle,' and bow
fNSWu IA
There is a power in the voiceless elC
quence of the hour even for the worldlin,
C. Its gentle influence, like a messenger fro
Heaven, breathes on his unquiet spirit, an
his warning elements within are hushed.-
Unwonted thoughts press on his mind.
The bubbles he has just been so eager
pursuing, seem now bat bubbles. He IhroV
back hasty glance to wasted weeks, mont
and years, that are gone like vision ieV
to be recalled.
Life, life, oh! what very vapoF tbs !,
quickly passing dream: toll and care, je
ousy and strife, hopes and fears, wes
ot1stTuggle from unsubstaniial good, have ma
up almost its sum-. All, how seldom are
early promises fuIflledI even if the wo
spread all its gifts before men, yet they
transient as the morning. Yes, the chri:
an has chosen slhe better part;' his he
shall not fade away. Well, well, whe
&c. reach that enVious elevation, when b;
2 gathered little more wealth, when | b;
brought few more worldly schemes /
-. unacceptable termination, then my afectil
est shall lose their hold upon the world:
be a christian.
Alb, how many have such promises,
IS such rsasOnings. beguiled Of Heaven!
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TX Boston for cleaning fish. By given them sn
when they sReeze their scales clean of
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