The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1846-01-17

IcTedseu pace, Sne nau just Saineu the
door of exit when the entrance gave
way. As she hurriedly emerged into
the narrow street behind the house, the
mob rushed into the corridor. aasa8
| The door was hastily closed behind
her, and then she looked up and down
the narrow thoroughfare, uncertain
which way to proceed, for her father,
whom age and terror had .rend ,red in
capable of thought, stood beside her,
gazing bewildered into her face. To
the right, where the narrow lane abut.
ted on the main street, she heard shouts
as il the mob was in great force in that
quarter; SO she turned her footsteps to-
wards the left, and hurried on, drag
ging her father with her. She hoped
thather flight had been unnoticed by the
mob, and that she might gain the end
ol the street undiscovered: then if there
was no crown in that quarter, or if
their DISCUSSES proved effective, she
might escape into another part OF the
city and find refuge with some Of their
sect until the riot was over. m
But these hopes were of short dura-
ton. Horror, and regret at leaving
his possessions, had so far overcome her
father, that he was now as helpless as
a child, and Miriam found herself al
most compelled to carry him along
Their progress, therefore, was compar-
atively slow. and they were already a
considerable distance from the outlet
of the lane, when the door by which
they fled was opened, and rioter look
ed out. A glance down and then up
the street discovered the fugitives: and
Immediately dozen of the mob rush
ed out yelling, and gave pursuit. Mi
riam shrieked, and made an effort to
drag her father forward still faster; but
the effort was vain, the rabble made
two steps where she advanced one.
,o" Father," she cried desparinglv,
"cannot you haste. See, they gain on
us, and will tear US limb from limb. If
we can gain yonder outlet before them,
some archway or open gate may afford
US shelter. A single minute may be
enough 10 battle the mob.''
~ cannot fly faster-I feel as if the
angel ofdeatb was passing over me-
1my limbs totter and my heart is STILL"
he said, 'leave me to my fate-and the
Lord God of thy fathers and my faith
ers bless thee my child"
| AS he spoke, Miriam noticed that
his eyes grew CLASSY, and a ghastIy
paleness overspread his countenance.
His feeble limbs gave way beneath
him, and he would have sunk to the
ground ifhis daughter had not support
ed him. H .a..e.a.f .f... .0..rl
This was a terrible moment for Mi
riam. To desert her father in his ex-
tremity was not to be thought of. yet
remaing would do him no good and
would seal her own fate. Death was
not in itself so terrible; but she heard
of the outrages perpetrated by the rab-
BILE on their victims, and she shrunk,
with madenly modesty, from the pro-
fanatlon. These thoughts fitted rapid
ly through her mind, as she heard the
exulting cry of the mob, when they
saw her father sink down: then, all
selfish considerations passed from her
mind, and she grew absorbed in her
dying parent. h-
"Fa,her,'' she said, kneeling. and
supporting his dying head, 'father!-
Oh! he is dying she cried agonizing-
ly, looking to heaven, '.son Of God in
tercede for him." lglIt
The old man family opened his eyes,
which rested upon his daughters tear
full countenance. II was the last glow
,f his faculties, rallying from the stupor
of approaching death. There was all
the strength Of his earlier, manhood in
them now. u,
"The God Of Israel protect thee,
my chiId," he said, 81 60 to join Abra-
ham and the patriarchs Of old. The
Lord is forgiving-he may yet save my
murderers Il see the blessed in heav-
en- and there are Gentle as we'll as
Jew"
His voice ceased, his head fell back,
and Miriam felt the weight in her arms
increased. But her heart throbbed
with Joy at the words he had spoken;
was there not forgiveness in them for
her?--oh! could it be that the diving
have glimpses Of futurity and learn
then charity they knew not while
they lived? - -
But this thought was succeeded by
the reflection that her long loved par
ent was dead, and that his remains, in
another moment, would be the prey Of
a brutal mob. At the thought she
started up, and now, for the first time,
she perceived that her pursuers had