New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1844-11-15
THE TRIBUN E.
From the Rose Of Sharon FOX lS5.
EUTH A N A S | A.
DIT MRS. L. J. B. CASE.
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~, ,bev came with q strange lock in their pas
!,;;.nlpss ewes, as,though all communion between
.Sam was forever extinct. And so it was. The
Sor had ceased to read the mysterious language
49,, once established an intercourse between
them, and it met them but with stranger greet
On the verge of human life, the fiery hand.
rs5,;ng of the animal becomes dead letter To
,hs soiri,ual Being, and the voices once so loud,
fsI unheard on the ear attuued to the tones Of a
hasr land These forms were of those who had
manifested companionship to the clay alone, and
,,;n;stered nothing to the wants of the Soul -
Their mission was with the mortal, and to the
mortal were they realities; and now all bonds be-
,geep them were suDdered Solemn were they
n their pae, spectral existence, but their power
n nave again the serenity Of spirit could new
Orc of them foated BY, bearing the similitude
NJ him who had been as the life of life in the wild,
nnballowed devotion of her youth. Well she
knew it, for she had thrown love, hope, happi-
ress YEA, almost life ITSELF at its feet, and it had
v,ll.nigh won her to ruin. But now an unfa.
m;sr sance was in its eye, and as it faded in the
distance, it wore look that seemed to says Fare
nell, our paths are no more tOgether!"
Then arose other forms to whom her soul seemed
kindred. and with some of whom it now for the
fnt time recognized the hidden link that had
united them, unknown to each, in the long pill
oImage behind And though with these the Past
was utterly Cancelled, they had borne part in her
spiritual enfranchisement, and she felt they would
Be near in eternity. They, also, had essoned her,
bu! the relation of teacher and pnpil was over,
and their mission dono. Yet an indescribable
oppression on each face spoke of sympathy that
might still 90 with the spirit, wherever should be
its home-of nature kindred, though apart
of communion of goodness with its like. that Of
asprtual excellence, with the disenthralled soul.
A bright, childlike face drew near, with black,
and softly luminous eyes, full of q holy, inteec-
tuallight They were bent on her with serene,
pure tenderness, such as The living cherish to-
wards the dead, when q Renaissance of gentle
beauty is all that remains of them in the mind.
There was no smile on the small features, but Il
deep, calm, loving Joy was there, heavenly and
exalted above the love or Joy of earth. She knew
that face, thoughts original had long been dust,
and nell she knew, that time had as much worn
her own mortal habiliments as the grave had
wasted his young clay, and if her chld-lover
could stand before her now, he never would dream
The faded, wrinkled woman was the fair girl he
cslIsdhis wife in his innocent affection. Deep.
written on her mind had been his gentle image,
though in the days of worldly hope it had been
forgotten. Two or three years his senior, his
boysh affection made small impression, and
she wore his flowers, sang hymns with him, and
admired the spirituality and precocity of his mind.
But the ideal of her dreams wore the garb Of
manhood and the noble minded boy, with his
high, imaginative soul, won from her only pass
OH
siastlc word.
At length he came no more in the summer
days to read poetry and sing hymns. Suddenly
and awtulIy, in the glow OF his early Intellectual
lily, he was summoned, and departed.
She never saw bis grave. She shed no tear
over that pure-hearted and gentle child, who was
swept like spring. hower from her path, for life
was full Of poisoning hopes, and in her selfish
ness, refined and dreamy as it was, the young boy
was forgotten.
Yet his existence, SO brief and beautiful, had a
ministry with her heart. Years after, when lie
had shed its flowers, the memory of that good ard
loving child was rainbow shining over the field
Of tramped hopes; vision that smiled, and in
uted her eye to the calm, bright heaven. When
dlsmayed at her lot, when dissatisfied with man.
kind, and chafed under trial, the form of the
young dead would arise with angel power, and
her thoughts would subside agaia into trustful-
ness and peace.
She now saw how memory can be reality,
how that which has no visible existence can be
an efficient agent in His hands who is ever near
to those who seek His rig hteousness.
Then came another form, bowed, feeble, with
furrowed forehead, and thin, white hair. Far
among departed years she traced that venerable
face She saw il in an humble pulpit, amidst un-
eltered worshipers. ,She marked the meek,
tusliul spirit that breathed in every change Of
the time. worn features. She listened while from
bis lips went forth words of flame. He spake OF
Jesus and the cross-of a world gone astray in
icrgctlulness of God-of humanity full ofweak-
ness and unholiness, and her soul was bowed in
prayer that the All True would make her worthy
to approach Him.
She heard him speak of the Soul-of its bur-
dens being lifted by submisson-of the elevation
1t may attain above sorrow, guilt and temporal
evil, by giving up its all to the will of God, and
thus on earth enter into the rest of Heavel; and
then she acknowledged, for the first time, the
sense of worldly vanity, and heavenly blessed
ness.
One warm, spring Sabbath, that humble con-
gregaton waited to hear again the old preacher,
and she, young girl, was there He came not.
lie never came again, for the feeble frame had
worn out in its tasks, and he had gone to reap the
reward Of his labors.
That venerable face has arisen on many an
hour. When the halls of mirth were gay with
lights and music, when jeweled brows and spark.
ling eyes told falsehoods of the heart, and when
her own danced to the measures of vanity, q
calm, reproving glance would glide before her,
and each pulse learn the thrill of holier aspi.
aron.
But the good seed was choked by the tares
own by the world, and even the affections had
their share in leading her away from the fount
Of everlasting life; yet the old preacher and his
lessons were not utterly forgotten.
Another face, neither young nor old, female
iaee, with sad, care worn, yet meek and sub
missive look. Amy Hudson wept not over her
grave when she left the village, a happy BRIDE
more than half century ago, but she sat as a
eaad beneath her gentle rule, and learned the frs,
iodiments Of knowledge from her lips, and all
asi patient care and gentle forbearance fingered
10 The mind of her pupil, like perfume around hel
memory. The no scbool coopc u,;t ~,