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

agony that seemed to sufocate him-and
now scornful, unbelieving smile would
play about his mouth-and he would laugh
with defying bitterness. And then he
would leer in the face of the reader, as tho
ne read 10 him some fairy tale, some pref
ty story, TO amuse and gull him. Poor
wretch Let the men who guide the
werid-the large-bra;ned politicians. who
tinker the social scheme, making them
selves the masters and guardians Of their
fellow-men-let them look into this New
gate dungeon; let them contemplate this
blighted human bud; this child felon. new
er taught the path Of right, and now to be
hanged for his most sinful ignorance. What
wretched, sullen outcast What a dark
ened, loathsome thing! And now comes
the clergyman-the state divine, be it re-
membership tell him that he is treasured
with an immortal soul that with mercy
shed upon him-he will in few hours be
creature of glory before the throne of
God! Oh, politicians Oh, rulers Of the
world !! Oh, law-making masters and
taskers of the common million, may not
this cast-of wretch, this human nuisance,
be your accuser at the bar of Heaven p
gorgeous folly! Impossible! What
stars and carriers impeached by rags and
tauers! St. James denounced by ST. Giles!
lmpudent and ridiculous! Yet here, we
say, comes the reverend priest-the Chris
tlan preacher, with healing, honied words,
whose Book-your Book-with angelic
utterance, says no less. Let US hear the
clergyman and his forlorn pupil.
well, my poor boy said the ordinary,
with an afiectionate voice and moisteving
eyes: swell, my child. and how is it with
you! Come, you are better; you look
better; you have been listening to what
your good friend, Robert, here. has been
reading to you. And we are all your friends,
here. At least, we all want to be. Eon't
you think so?'
St. Giles slowly lifted his eyes towards
the speaker. He then slowly, sullenly an
SWeTeu-'NO, Con |.
But you ought to try 10 think so. my
boy; it's wicked not to try said the ordI
nary, very tenderly.
If you're all my friends, why do yot
keep me here?' said St. Giles. 'Friends
| never had no friends
You must not say that 4; indeed, you
| -, II,
quiet and happy in this world, that you
may be happier in the world you're goins
to. You understand me, ST. Giles! N.Y.
poor dear boy, you understand me? TIL,
world you're going to!' The speaker, in
ured as he was to scenes of blasphemy, Q
brute indifference and remorselul agony
was deeply touched by the forlorn condi
ton of the boy; who could not, would no
understand tenderness, the end of hicl
was to surrender him soflened to the hang
man. You have thought, my dear-I say
you have thought Of the Woodland tn
minister paused-'the world you are &C
ing to 2 ... .....
What's the use Of thinking about it
asked ST Giles. i knows nothing of it
That, my boy, is because you are OF
stinate, and am sorry to say it, wicked
and so won't try to know about it. OH
erwise, if you would give all your hea
and soul to prayer -
Il tell you, sir, | never was learnt
pray, cried ST. Giles, noodiIy; 'and what
, the use of praying!'
: You would find it open your heart, S
Giles; and though you see nothing now,
you were only to pray long and truly, yc
would find the darkness 60 away fro
your eyes, and you'd see such bright ar
(, beautiful things about you, and you'd fe
as light and happy as if you-had wings
your back-you would, indeed. The
you'd feel that all we are doing fox you
> for the best; then my poor boy, said II
ordinary with growing fervor, then you
$ feel what Christian love u.s.
e 'Robert's been reading to me about that
Y said ST. Giles, but can't make it out n
3. how. He says that Christian love mea1
e that we shouldn't do to nobody what "
e wouldn't like nobody to do-to ourselves.
"A good boy said The ordinary, 'that
r the meaning, though notihe words. l.
e glad you've so improved. IS
: And for all that, you tell me that / mu
n think o. dying-,hink of another wor
It and all that-thfnk of Tyburn, and, snd'-
here the boy fell hoarse; his face turnt
!, ash-color, and Keeling. he was about to ia
i when the ordinary caught him in bis arm
and again placed him on seat. Its not
y in'-no,hin' at ALL cried ST. Giles, stru
!, Cling with himself-'I'm all right; 1
g game ~..s.-
y Don't say that, child; | cant hear W
: say that: would rather see you in Tea