The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1845-02-07
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A nlNr To MR.. HINES.

a HiNT To MR.. HINES.
The mind OF mortal, in pervef.eBess strong.
Imbibes with dire dociIity the wrong.
>. VIM bui remembers To have seen
heard "r read something of that grea,
imp stor, Joanna Souihcote; she who
could bareiace,ily assert that it washer
lot and divine commission Ia give birth
10 the Messiah, the son of God! and by
fearless audacity seIuce thousands tu
become her followers! speaking OF
this impostor, brings to m ind story
which we remember to have heard
from an authentic source.
IL was .Ioanna's doctrine, thatall who
believed in her should never fall vic
tins TO death, but that they should be
severaliy called for and carried to hea-
ven BY an angel. One of her pro e.
lytes was the wife Of hard Iaboring.
honest man, who lived in the vicinity
of Manchester. Continually did this
woman harrangue her unbclievinG hus-
band; about hernewlv nblbed religion.
His breakfast was disturbed bv the re-
lation Of her ridiculous dreams. his din
ner he either prepared himself, or he
did without it. for his wife was literary
follu,ur OF Joanna Southcnte. Each
evening was made unlpiet by the con
tinGd warning that an angel would
come that very night and carry off his
better half (D IA consolation devou;ly
TO he wished no doubt. The poor mln.
at last worried beyond all endurance.
con- luded that it was Necessary the
angel should call soon. AMI aucordin--
Iysouaht means and opportunity Ia ac-
conplish his desire. Long after they
had retired one night, the good wo-
mans midnight sermon was put 10
an end hy Il loud rappng t the door.
'Tbere's the angel" said the wife.
''Nonsense," said the husband.
"Oh, but it is, and must GO"
'sLay still, YOU silly thing, till | see
VII" it is
The husband put his heai out the
window and cried 'Nhose there?'
"An ANGEL answered course
"1he DEVIL" cried the husband.
mo znr. a regular angel, come after
youl wife"
81 thought So" cried the wife, '.fare-
well, John. must CO." Thus saving
she jumped out oibed.
'''ut you won't 90. though, will
you Zukey?' anxiousl asked the hus-
band. tr
Wont |, Trough? Oh, Johnny,
Johnny, why didn't you believe, an,
and you'd a gone too! Good bye
Johnny, good bye, the angels wait
ing"
swell. if you must you mnsi, it can't
be nelpeG!" cried the husband. There
upon the wife hurried down stairs,
where she found dark looking man..
(an angel no doubt,) waiting with a
d0akpy. She WAS soon comfortably
seated tehind her angelic conductor,
and the Two rode oil. Now the good
spirit had c"h,c,e ed his charge 10
the distance of about three miles from
the hnse, when. suddenly he stopped
short aud babe he aight, asserting
that he l,ad to gtand bring another pas
senger who was going the same home
ward way.
"Ypu went be longgood Mr.. Angel
for its wotul cold on this ere snow
bank. will you?"
"Oh, no! good Mistress Mortality,
] shan't he over two or three-
get up Oobbin," and the angel rode
away.
The poor woman waited along time
and began to imagine that two or three
mi utes waxed TO hours. The old
clock ut Manchester had toled one; the
wife could Just distinguish the sound
as it Aoated onihe stiffness of the night.
She sat musing on heavenly things.
and ever and anon gave vent 10 sigh
for her poor sin-suffering husband. Il
Doubts began 10 work in The woman's
brain, family al first, but gatheiingl
thicker and darker as time waxed away
las the poet would saw as twilight
brings IN its train the gIoomier hours. |
Nor did she seriously begin 10 envy
the comfortable situation which she