Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1845-10-24

hopelessness of the thought fell upon him,
whitening his heart. Yet again---alteough
to be crushed with new despair he gazed
about him, dreaming of liberty without
that wall Of flint. And thus his waking
hours passed; and thus, in the visions oil
the night, his spirit busted itself in hope
full vanity.
The Tuesday morning came, and again,
the clergyman visited the prisoner. The
boy looked paIer, thinner-no more. There
was no softness in his eyes, no appealing
glance of hope: but fixed and stubborn
look of inquiry. He didn't know nothing
Of what the parson had to say, and he
didn't want to be bothered. twas all gam
mon +" These were the words of the boy
felon, then-such was the humanity Of
the law; poor law what a long homage Of
discretion has it passed then within a
days span Of the grave.
AS the hour Of death approached, the
clergyman became more assiduous, fervent.
nay, passionate in his appeals to the pris-
oner; who still strengthened himself in OPP
stion to his pastor. my dear boy-my
poor child-miserable helpless creature !!
the grave is open before ycu-the sky is
opening above you!-Die without repen-
lance, and you will pass into the grave,
and never-never know immortal bles-
sings! Your soul will perish-perish as
have told you-in fire, in fire eternal!'
ST. Giles swayed his head to and fro,
and with q sheer asked, whats the
good o all this! Haven't you told me so,
Mister. agn and agin!'
The ordinary groaned almost in despair,
yet still renewed his task. ''rhe heavens,
tell you, are open fer you: repent, my
child; repent, my poor boy, and you will
be an immortal spirit welcomed by millions
Of angels
st. Giles looked with bitter Incredibly
at his spiritual teacher. well if all that's
true he said, 1T isn't 50 hard 10 be ham
ged arter all. But don't think the nobs
like me so well, as 10 send me to SIGH a
place as that
Nay, my poor boy said the ordinary,
you will not, cannot understand me, until
you pray. Now, kneel-my dear child.
kneel and let US pray together Saying
this, the ordinary fell upon his knees; but
ST. Giles, folded his arms, so planted him
self as to take 6rmer root Of the ground;
and so he stood with moody, determined
looks, whilst the lergyman-touched more
than was bis wont-poured forth compass
sionate prayer that the heart OF the young
sinner might be softened; that it might be
turned from stone into flesh, and become
grateful sacrifice TO the throne Of God
And whilst this prayer, in deep and solemn
tones. rose from the prison-cell, he for whom
the prayer was formed, seemed to grow har.
der, more obdurate, with every syllable
SulI he refused TO bend his knee at the
suppication of the clergyman, but stood
cycling him with mingled look of incre'
duliIy, defiance and contempt. God help
you-poof lost lamb = cried the ordinary
as he rose.
Now, | hope we shall have no more O
that was The only answer of ST. Giles.
The ordinary was about to quit the cell
when the door was opened, and the Cover
nor Of the jail, attended by the head turn
key, entered. My dear sir, am glad Il
find you here'-said the governor to the or
binary. i have pleasing duty to per
form: duty that | know it will deIigh
you to Witness The ordinary glanced
at paper held by the governor; his eye!
frightened; and clasping his hands he fer
venlIv uttered-'Tnank God!'
The governor then turned to St. Giles
who suddenly looked anxious and restless
'Prisoner,' he said, 'it is my happiness t.
inform you that his gracious Majesty ha
been mercIfully pleased TO spare your life
You will not suffer with the unfortunat,
men tomorrow. You understand me
boy'-for 81. Giles looked suddenly stu
pcfed-'you understand me, that the goo'
King, whom you should ever pray for
has, i'll the hope that you will turn from
the Wickedness fyout ways, determined
spare your life! You will be sent out @
the country, and time given you that,
you properly use, will make you goo
and honest man. St. Giles made no an
swer, but tremhled violently from head t
foot. Then his face flushed red as flame
and covering il with his hands. he fell W
on his knees: and the tears ran stresmin
through his fingers. pray with me; pra
for me" he cried, in broken voice,
the ordinary.
Justice at LaSt.-We learn from the &c
man journals that Genoa is about to ere
statue of Columbus, and that the King
Sartlina has subscribed 30. 600 francs 1