Bloomington herald. [volume] (Bloomington, I. T. [Iowa]) 1840-1849, 1845-01-31

He rose from his pillow and flung his arm
round her fair person, drew her to his side and
said, /" Weary of thy presence my loved one
Weary Of aught SO good and true! Sooner
the golden sun forget his rising and aec'i-
ninps the moon to gladden. the earth with ner
smiles the stars 10 sparkle on heavens robe;
the blossoms we love to fling their fragrance
on the breeze; sooner all things forget their
appointed des,inies than remember not thy
affection, thy truth, thy gentle Devotion"
The Jewish wife bent modestly beneath the
gaze of her lord, cherished next to her God
and murmured, Thanks, thanks-and now
harken to thy servant. Whose power bade
the clouds disperse and unmantled the night
genius, STAYED the rain and the swift footed
lightning, kept US here unscathed by the.herce,,
" contending elements, reaches my heart and
thine. Go to the Bethlemite and learn what
thou wouldst of future state"
There had long been shadow on the brow
of Nicodemus, grief in his bosom unreveal.
ed and this shadow had deepened. this grief
grew heavier and darker, until this noble form
bent under it's influence. Amid the halls OF
State he remained gloomy and distracted: and
when. he sought his rich gorgeous dweliing'
and encountered the soft caresses OF his dark
eyed Sarah, his troublesome dreams increas-
ed, his mental quietude became insupporta6ie,
and he longed in the bitterness of grief to die.
Now he trembled beneath the musical words
that greeted his ear, but replied
"Men will scott at me, Sarah-my people
will denounce the traitor to the religion OF his
fathers" and he rose 10 his feet and paced the
apartment impatiently, while his companion
poured forth the language Of coincidence
Her full heart was OVERLOOKING with sadness
J for his anguish. Oh! woman-woman what
| is it not thine to do and suffer!
"Seek the one have named, my lord
seek him to night" che replied. 'His voice
steals on the heart like the melodies OF our
| minstrels, and its tones will bring thee
peace"
"Not to-night-oh net to night can l seek
peace" exclaimed the ruler. 1.-The season
Of darkness is not time to unveil the SOUL"
"There is flower, my MASTER meek!y
answered the Jewess, that unfolds its petals
when all eyes are shrouded save His to whom
its fragrance floats up. 1t pours its incense
out in darkness and secresy. Be- like that
plant, and bear thy byeastto the gaze of heav-
en-"
What can not the persuasons of the gentle
and pure effect?
Nicodemus sought the abode Of the Naza-
Iiuos ouu uS'0'Iuo Hio oItnPlo AsdooIs Nooois
was admitted to his presence. Fair as a wo-
mans were the broad brow, the delicate cheek
and full orbs Of the lowly one, while the long
floating curls Of radient hair lent wonderous
beauty to the meek countenance. He spoke,
and the ruler hardened as to a strain of ceIes.
,ial minstrelsy-fear fled away, doubts van
ished, and to his heart there stole thrilling
sensation of perfect happiness. He knels and
worshippped in sincerity, and when the first
faint streaks Of the early dawn became visible.
he left the side of his angelic instructor and
sought his proud home, thenceforth to live for
that eternal and fadeless cline allotted to those
who are born again."
Jerusalem's pride has been humbled in the
dust-centuries have sunk to their graves
nations have risen and fallen, but the power of
the teacher still remains it is glorious, illim
table.