Southport telegraph. [volume] (Southport, W.T. [i.e. Kenosha, Wis.]) 1840-1850, 1845-02-10
THE TINE TO DIE.

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Il was winter. Before cheerful fire
sat an aged man in lonely meditation. The
curtains fell in heavy folds 10 the floor, cas-
ting an air Of comfort over the room, and
excluding the piercing cold. Yet tremor
passed over the frame Of the old man. as
the storm without fell upon his ear. am
thankful thai haze q shelter on SUCH. q
nigh. as this sid be, drawing his easy
chair nearer to the fire: 'Wo TO the
wretch that roams abroad in such a s!orm:'
then nusins- fer seme time; no began pa
in deep thought, which at length foand ex-
preston; death is fearful thing to con-
template at any time, but in such q season
as this, methinks would struggle hard for
life. To be placed deep in the cold and
frozen earth. no. she herself seems to strive
to prevent the act, and winds her robe Of
snow over her strong breast to prevent adj
mittance into her breast. When | die,
may it be in the bright and joyous spring
time when all nature ia fresh andgay. But,
bark! surely did not hear knock, for
who would venture out on such night?'
and opening the door, he saw before him
young girl. who begged for shelter in ac-
cents to excite pity in the hardest heart.
The appeal was enough for the kind harled
old man; and drawing her within the room,
he gave her a seat near the fire, and tried
to revive her dropping frame. After she
had so far recovered as TO answer his in
quiries, she told him that she was a lonely
creature with no friend in the world; she
had never known father, mother, or rela-
tive.
The old man still dwelling upon the sub
ject which had for some time occupied him,
asked her if death weuld not be welcome
messenger to her. as she had nothing for
which. to live, and no one cared for her
would she not be willing 10 die and be al
restl
oh ask me not TO give up life, il is some
times bright and' joyous. H. the lovely
summer the flowers are my friends, the
birds speak to me from the trees; and the
bee winds his tiny horn for me, and then
| wander forth to the green woods, and
life is all swe etness, Oh, no! youth is no
time TO de-
Years rolled. on;, the spring appeared
gradually bright, the birds rejoiced on every
bough, and all nature smiled to welcome
the blithe Goddess Of Spring. But the old
man had found new ties 10 bind. him TO
earth: the houseless wanderer was now Is
a daughter TO. him; his interest in her was
too strong to be easily broken. Ii was
hard to leave the world now as in. the cold
and dreary winter; age seemed but TO
strengthen life, although youth was with
cred, and nature dying, yet.'' life! life only
was his desire.'
Spring passed, and with its. mild and
balpy air, visited, the. earth; the maiden
& smiled in gladness oil heart, and the old
man reioicea in her happiness, for she
threw joy and bliss around; her happy
laugh rung upon his ear in wild and merry
peals, as she watched the fight Of the gay
butterfly, and her sweet song arose upon
The air, as she tended her birds and watch
ed the opening Of each bud to the light
Time few swiftly by, yet. the old man and
the maiden were as fondly attached 10. the
earth as in its springtime. Deaih gained
new horrors as the seasons advanced; their
summer paths were strewed with flowers,
III was no,time TO die
i Autumn with tspurple grape, and downy
peach, and pleasant nutting- time, took the
place of summer, and brought with it the
lighlness and joyousness of cool air and
freedom of the oppressive heat, the little
maiden trpped through the dry leaves, and
chased the squirrel with almost its own
swftness; ;hen throwing back her sunny
curls, she bounded 20 the side CT the Oldham,
as he sat under the vines nj his door,
mrkng glad his eyes with her bright and
happy face. and his heart grew young
again in her ligh'some joyous mirlh, both
little thought OF death. The earth had
clothed herself in robe of brown and dry
leaves, and hid herself from the eye Of
man-she seemed not TO wish Cor human
company in this her time Of change.
Winter again returned; again we see the
old man sitting in his easy chair before the
bright and glowing fire; but he is not the
soli:ary being he was before, for beside
him is one the frs, blush OF youth and
graver,she is no longer the gay andlhough,.
less child; she is no less loyely, no less
happy; but deeper thought steals over her
face, and heavenly radiance sits upon her
features, as she bends over the book from
VIII CHI, in accents OF deep reverence, she
reads the wo:d Oh God to the old man.
What think they now O! death! THETA
ces Of both looked more restrained, The
Holy Spirit sheds its light upon the way
which leade.h TO the grave; it no longer
seems dark and lonely. The old man re-
ceived the heavenly guest into heart
which had, always been tho rssiaence OF
kindness, and. charity. The maiden now
drooped'daily, but she no longer thought i,
hard 10 give up life; and when the cold
blast swept over the earth, and ;he robe Of
snow enveloped it, with robes no less white
she was received into its bosom. Then
asked, the old man, 'when it is time 10 def
GA holy calm was his brow,
And peaceful was his breath;
And sweetly DER has features stole
A smile, look divine;
lie spoke the language of his soul
My Master time is minel"'
Mr.. VAN Bucks ExTRAvAGANCE -
We all remember the Ogle falsehoods. A
recent letter from Washington letter.
writer says. in relation 10. the furniture in
the White Houses.