The North-Carolina standard., 1847-02-10
TIE WIDOW OF MAIN.


The touching incidents in scrptural history,
which has furnished the theme for so much poe.
try. is very beautifully set forth in the following
article:
he only Of his mother. and she was Widow -
Forth from the gates Of Main a funeral train
in mournfu silence came. The sunset flush was
lingering still upon tle hills around: the last de-
parting ray OF day yet stayed, inging the floating
clouds above with hues of crimson and Of burn
ished gold, while heavens pure azure seemed
more soft and sweet amid those gorgeous tns !;
for nought within the wide worlds bounds could
more entrance the soul lhan that sweet sunset
scene among Judea's hills and plains.
Yet death was there, and even now on swept
his silent train And he who lay the stricken
victim there, had died all glorious in his manly
pride the noble form, but half concealed be-
meath the sable robe which wrapped it round was
cold and motionless, yet 10 how beautiful in
ing word seemed to tremble low, were chiseled like
Apollo's-proud, and sof-and wore the stamp
of energy and strength the radiant eyes were
glazed in death, in which once shone ambitions
fires and cleaned youths bright and joyous hopes
in days agone, and yet they seemed as if closed in
gentle sleep, and mid his rich and clustering
hair which lay, as if in Ife's warm glow upon
the pail, so soft and fair was the low wind NOV
cd stirring the curls and wildly flowing locks, as
when in health it had been freely flung to WOO its
balmy breath A thing Of light too beautiful he
seemed to die, yet was he passing to his last long
home, so young and fair-he widowed mothers
onIy stay-and she now left alone to meet the
woHId's cold frowns and cherries live
Behind the bier, with form bowed down and
bleeding heart, she came, and, as she gazed upon
her noble boy, struck down amid the flush Of
Youths bright dreams-and saw the arm on
which it was her wont to lean, all stiff and palsi.
ed now in death-and looked in vain into those
dull, glazed orbs, for the fond glance which there
was used TO beam-her bursting heart gave way;
she bowed her head upon the silent corpse, and
wildly wept in speechless agony and woe.
But, 10 as onward swept the mournful train a
band of humble pilgrims met the weeping throng,
and one among them came and touched the bier
Twas he, the lowly outcast Nazarene His mild
blue eyes looked sadly on the group and gushed
from out his heart all that pure love he brought
from heaven, towards her whose hope was gone
was buried meath the silent pail. The sad pro-
cesson stopped, and they that bore the corpse
stood still. Jesus a momeDt gazed upon the noble
form as in her wo the frantic mother had thrown
back the pail from off her stricken boy-a mo-
ment looked upon her, who weeping, hung upon
the bier then touched the stiffened hand, and
calmly said, "Arise." At that life-giving word,
the line of health began to steal upon the dead !;
and like the first faint flash of dawn, the warm
blood n1antled to the cheek and brow, and light
began to beam from out the eyes; the lips just
parted, caught q sunny smile; and, like the leap
ing wave his bosom heaved beneath the dark ha-
biIiments of death, which lay upon his quiclsened
form. q -s Hs' I'D. ...i ..t = .
. The piercing cry He lives-he lives !" burst
from the mourner's lips, and on the Saviours
breast she fell and wept. - a