New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1844-11-15

''i ny iHIurcu pflue. inns phantom-tace had !o-
lowed her daily steps, and wrought itself into her
nightly creams, until she knelt and prayed n be
able to forgive as she hoped to be forgiven Then
TIE evil spirits lett the tempted, and peaceful
thoughts came and miDis,ered unto her SOUL
Well might the vision of the village school mis-
tress come to the last birthday of Amy Hudson,
for II had schooed her heart in its severest trials
as well as its earliest ones.
Another facc-the brow and check of Young
manhood-a fair, undarkened face, with eyes so
jul OF soul !-eyes, that spoke the language of
purer and higher world-why came that phen.
tasrn to the lone woman1
All the latter portion of her life had been infl1-
enced By that vision. Its living prototype fitted
across her path IN the sad monday, when ashes
lay where hopes had been, and her heart had
sought refuge IN indifference and worldly folly
She had wreathed her hair with gems. and listen.
ed 10 hollow words, and in the gay midoight frit
tered away her f1eeting hours But she paid, al
so, the penalty of such unthrift The void was
unf led. She thirsted for other waters Each
night as she unbound the glittering bauhes from
her still beautiful hair, an incipient wrinkle told
her of the falseli into which she was submerged,
and she keenlY felt that the soul that is plunged
in selfish vanity, sins against itself as much as
| against its Maker.
Then she held communion with beautiful
spirit, one that knew no joy, no life save in doing
the will of God. And that face, with the deep
earnestncss Of its gentle eyes, cleaned across her
vain and mistaken course. 1t was as rebuke
uttered by a star-beam. Clear mild yet reprov-
ing, they spoke TO a spirit whose intentions were
right, who had known glimpse of better things,
and whose life was full of sanctifying memories,
and then the whole current Of her being was
changed She awoke from her selfshncss, and
pledged thought, feeling, and purpose, to a new
and better covenant, and the aspirations born in
that humble place of worship, beneath the voice
of the old preacher long ago, revived, and
strengthened her hands to do another work. She
wept in contrition. She shuddered at her life, and
yet she had walked according to the laws OF mo-
rality and society, and never felt that such walk
might be full ofsin, the sin ofunreconcilement with
God, and the sin of absorbing selishness. She
had lived as if earth were all. And had she been
happy? A cloud had always been in her path
she saw it then-an unsubmissive and exacting
selfishness, rebellion against Providence, prac-
teal forgetfuness of God.
But it was past. That which time, sorrow,
and worldly disappointment had failed to do, was
wrought by brief communion with heavenly
mind. She, for the first time, felt the force ofthe
Savior's words when he babe the ,oenry and
heavily laden come to him far rest. But she
made no loud professions, she knelt at no new
shrincs, she forsook not her old faith, but new
fire was kindled the altar, and she looked be-
| yond creeds and forms for the hidden things of
| religion that is above all doctrines and ceremo-
nes the heart.service that is rendered IN It's holy
of Holes.
That being passed away from her eye, though
never from her thought. That face, SO spiritually
| 4 al of
the Southern seas, for he went to carry light to
heather people. She never wept even at his
death, for it was but the transfer Of an angel 10
its home.
But the vision was with her always. Her lot
was still in the world, and temptations thronged
her way; but when the syren Sung was sweet
and resolve waveIed, these blue, hcayenward eyes
were seen, and the tempter fled. Years went on
but that guardian memory left her not. Sorrow
again assailed her. and trial of many kinds, but
all was met by heart strong in the love OF God
strong in its Immortality, and, strongest of all, IN
its deep, unaSking submission And when the
days grew shorter and darker, and winter was al
hand, she blessed the vision that had been guard
lan-ange to her spirit.
The soft, earnest eyes looked into those of
Amy Hudson with serious approval and
recognition. She, too, was near the immortal
state
Then gather near, until she seems to be sur.
rounded by the holy dead-each one with It's own
serene beauty-calm, majestic aud kind.
That venerab pair! Is she now 80 purified
| from earthly stain she can meet them again, who
were ON earth the embodiments of all worth
That sister spirit, who shrank away from the
first grief-sh she, too, is here, and her brow wears
the sign of eternal bliss. She is her sister now
L Il nf har .tp
those earthly ties were severed long ago.
But she ones nearer she touches the hand of
the aged one, and 10. ali WEAKNESS is gone. A
strange ethercalty is in It's stead, and she seems
to float upward without an effort.
Beautiful, exceedingly beautiful, are those ra-
diant forms who ascend with her on the perlnmed
air, while a melody, swester than mortal thought
| conceives, comes family on the car of the aged
one as she floats upward from the receding
| earth
Morning rose to the members of the household,
and as its hours went on they saw not the lone
woman at her wontcd employments. They went
into her room. They found her still sitting by
the table, with her head dropped upon her folded
hands They lifted it gently; the breeze stole in,
and waved "a thin gray lock from the closed eyes.
| Then they saw the unicaking sleep was upon
them, and said she died amidst pleasant dreams.
TuousHTs UPON Prison INMArEs.-The follow.
ing touching and humane reflections. emanatefrom
ga heart in the right place" and a well disci-
plined Judgment. They are from the Brunswick
FREEDMAN:
There we're nine hundred and seventy-ni per-
sons in Sing Sing Prison last week, OF whom Sc
yenty-six were females. So is stated in the news
papers. Such paragraphs are too often read with
aaWell, what Of i'll" air and feeling But there
are some who pause in thoughtfulness at such a
statement Every one of those nine hundred
wretched persons was once an infant, and smiled in
its vague dream Of JOY as it fed itself asleep ON its
mothers bosom. Every one of them awakened
love in some less or larger circle of related hearts,
and was cared for and cherished. Perhaps some
ons might have been found who would have died
for it. nav that did die for it. For that mother per-
ished or the manly father, ptted unequally against
poverty and misfortune, broke the overstrained
heart string. Take the sternest and hardest in the