Wisconsin herald, and Grant County advertiser. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1844-1845, 1845-03-22
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have chcered me up when i've peen
low; how you were quite the play
thing of my little daughter Meg (al-
most the only one she ever had) when
first her mother died, and she and me
were left alonc-you won't bear NAL
ice for hasty wordp 'Who hears in
us. the Chimes, one note bespeahing
disregard, or stern regard, fany hope,
or Joy, or pain, or sorrow, Of the many
sorrowcd lhrong; who hears US mace
response to any creed that guages hui
man passions and affections, as it qua
ees the amount of miserable food on
which humanity may pine and wither,
does US wrong. That wrong you have
done u.s. said the Bell.
Il bayc' said Trotty. ooh forgive
mel
sIyho hears us echo the dull ycrmln
of the earth: the puttcrs down OF crush
ed and broken natures, formed to be
raised up higher than such maggots OF
the time can crawl or can conceive,
pursued the goblin Of the bell; 'who
doe, so does US wrong. And you have
done us wrong!
Not meaning it, said Trotty, 'in
my ignorance. Not meaning it,
Lastly, and most Of all, pursued the
bell. 'who turns his back upon the fall
en- disiigurcd Of his Kind; abandons
them as vile; and docs not trace and
track with plying eyes the untenced
prccipicc by which they fell from God
-grasping in their fall some tufts and
shrcds Of that lost soil, and clinging to
:hcm still when bruised and dying in
the gulf below; does wrong to heaven
and man, to time and eternity. And
you have done that wrong"
Spare me- cried Trotty, falling on
his knccs: for mcrcy's sake!
'Listcnv said the shadow.
LISTEN cried the other shadows.
sListcnr said clear and child Ike
voice, which Trotty thought he recog-
nized as having heard before.
The organ sounded family in The
church below. Swelling by degrees,
the melody assembled to the roof, and
filled the choir and nave. Expanding
more and moro, it rose up, up; higher,
higher up; awakening agitatcd hearts
within the burly piles Of oak, the hol-
low bells, the iron bound doors, the
stairs of solid stone; until the tower
walls were insufficient to contain it,and
it scared into the SLY.
No wonder that an old mans breath
could not contain sound so vast and
mighty. 1t broke from that weak pris-
hin n rush Of tears; and Trotty put his
hands before his face.
'Listcn!' said the shadow.
.Listen!!' said the other shadows.
'Listcn!' said the child's voice.
A solemn train of blended voice rose
into the tower.
1t was a very low and mournful
strain; dirgc: and as he listened, Trot-
ty heard his child among the singers.
'.Shc is dcadv exclaimed the old man.
.Mcg is dead! Her spirit calls to me.
| hear it,
The spirit of your child bcwails the
dead, and minglcs with the dcad--
dead hopes, dead fancics, dead imag'
innings of YOUTH returned the Bell, but
she is living. Learn from her life, a
living truth. Learn from the creature
dearest TO your heart, how bad the bad
arc born. See every bud and leaf
pluck.d one by one from of the fairest
stem, and know how bare and wretch
I'd il may be. Follow her! To des-
pcrationn
Each OF tho shadowy figures stretch
cd its right arm forth and pointed
downward.
The spirit of the Chimes is your
companion said the figure. Go 1t
stands behind you!'
Trotty turned and saw-thc child!
The child Will Fern had carried in
the street; the child whom Meg had
had watched, but now, asleep.
Il carried her myself to-night,' said
Trotty. In these arms.
Show him what he calls himself,
said the dark figures, one and all.
The tower opened at his feet. lie
looked down and beheld his own form,
living at the bottom, on the outside;
crushed and motionless.
No more living man" cried Toby
Dead"
.Deadn said the figures altogether.