Herald of the times, and Rhode Islander. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1846-1849, 1848-03-23


II "As he rode along, his mind lost sight a
most entirely of the temporal in the spiritual
the present in the future interests Of the ces
, demned; and by the time that he had Ieache
the goal, his mind was in an elevated frame
betting the solemn and sublime consideration
with which il had been engaged
"a turnkey, with loaded blunderbuss o
his arm, leaned agains, the cell door which h
opepcd for Mr.. Hylton in silence, as he ap
| preached disclosing poor Aylilfe sitting O
his bench, double-ironed, his head buried in hi
hands, his elbows supported by his knees
! lie did not move on the entrance Of Mr.. Hyl
| ton, as his name had not been mentioned b
the turnkey.
adam, Adam the Lord be with you
Amen !! solcmnly exclaimed Mr.. Hylton, gent
| ly taking in his hand one of the prisoners.
"AyIitfc suddenly started up, a gaunt fig
ure, rafting in his irons, and grasping in bot
his hands that Of Mr.. Hylton, carried j, to hi
heart, TO whi'h he pressed it for some moment
IL silence, and then, bursting into tears, sanl
| again on his bench.
" God bless you, Adam! and m up Mt
| HgM Of lis couatennce upon you, Put you
TRUST in him but remember that he is the all
seeing, the omMscient, omnipoent God, rht
! is If ptircr eycs than 10 behoumiguiiy 4"
"Ayllfie wept in silence, and with revercn'
affection of manner pressed to his lips the still
retained hand of Mr.. Hylton.
"Coinc, Adam speak speak to your pas
! tor--your fricnd-your minister"
Il You seem an angel, sir ~ said Ayline
looking at him with dull, oppressed eye, thai
was hcart-breaking.
H "Why aa angel, Adaml bring you,'
said Mr.. Hylton, shaking his head, and sigh-
ing, no earthly good news whatever; nothing
but my unworthy Offices to prepare you tor
hereafter Prepare prepare TO meet thy God,
for he drawe,h near! And who may abide the
day of his coming! !"
II Il was reader for ny change, when last
saw you sir, than now," said Aylifle, with a
suppressed groan, covering his face with his
manacled hands.
Il {" How is that poor Adam :"
/ All was, 80 it seemed half over Jor-
dan, and have been dragged back. ] see not
now that other bright shore which made me
forget earth All now is dark ~
Il " His words sno,e Mr.. Hylton TO the heart.
" Why is this why should il be = Adam 20
said he, very earnestly, "have you ever been,
can YOU possibly ever I've, out of Gods hands
What happens but from God And if lie hath
prolonged this your bitter, bitter trial, what
should YOU what can you do, but submit to
7 His infinite power and goodness! lie doth not
af1hd uihingiy, nor !gricce The children OF men,
10 crush und,r las jfa oHMe prisoners ofhe
cnih! lie uiHnot cast oGJor eper; int though
he cause grief get ,eiH he hare compassion accord
ing 10 The muiitude ofhis n,ercies ~
! .Oh, sir Oft do think his mercy is clean
gone forever Why-why am here" he
continued, with sudden vehemencc. "He
kroweth my innocence-yet will make me die
the death Of the guilty That cannot, cannot
be just
adam Adam, Satan is indeed beseig-
ing you Even if, in the awful, nscrutable
decrees of Providence, you be ordained to die
for hat you did not, have you forgotten that
sublime and awful truth and fact on which
hang all yonr hopes-the death of him who
died The jusi for tho unjuar'
/ "Ayliflc head sank down on his knees.
Il An, sir ~ said he TREMENDOUSLY, after a
while, during which Mr., Hylton interiercd no,
with his mcdltatons, - these words do drive
me into the dust and then raise me again high
er than was before ~
"And 50 they orght, Adam. Is there a
God! Has he really revealed himself! Are
the Scriptures true! Am the true servant of
true master! Ifto all this YOU say yd-
speak not again dstrustfully Ifyou do if
YOU ~ ihink-lhen YOU are too like TO be BE-
yond the pale Of mercy. am free, ADAM
you are bound yet are both our lives every
instant at the command and obsolue disposal
of Him who gave them, that we might be on
trial here for a little while. For aught know,
may even die before you, and with greater
pain and grief; but both ef us must die, and
much ofmy life is gone for ever. As your
frail fellow mortal, then, beseech you to listen
to me, Our mode of leaving life is ordered BY
God even as our mode ofliving in it. To some
he hath ordained riches, others poverty; some
pleasure, others misery, in this life; but all,
for reasons, and with objects best known, nay
known only to himself. Adam, you have
now been four days here beyond that which
had been appointed you-now that we are
alone, have you ought to confide to me, as the
minister for whom YOU have sent! What
saith my Master If you confess your sins,
he is faithful and jus, 10 forgive you: but if
you say that you have no sin, you deceive
If that last be 50, Adam, what shall be said Of
you, what can be hoped for your
90 If YOU be thinking of that deed for which
l dtn cOiluc1UHcu, sdlu ~ yliiIc, WIFI ii SuuutH
radiant countenance, 'then am | easy and hap
py. God, my maker and who will be my
Judge, knoweth whether speak the truth.
Ay ay innocent am of this deed as you =
go 1t is right, Adam that | should tell you
that all mankind who know Of your case, from
the highest down even to the lowest, do believe
you guilty.
g. All, sir, is not that hard to bcar'' said
Aylife, with grevious sigh, and counte-
nance that looked unuiterble things.
80 1t is, Adam-it is hard; yet, were it
harder, it must be horne. Here is Lord Nlilvcr-
stoke, who hath lost his son--hs only SON
the heir to his title and his vast posscssions-
lost him in this mysterious and horrld way is
not Mat hard 10 be borne' Have you, Adam,
i ask you by your precious hopes of hercat-
ter,-animosity towards him who believes you
to be his sons murderer
There was an awful silence for nearly a
miiyie, at the close of which Ayilic, with an
anguished face, said -
- Oh, sir give me time to answer you
Pray for me, know whose example ought
to initiate but'-he suddenly seemed to have
sunk into reverie, which lasted for some time
at the end Of which ,-'Sir-Mr. Hylion,'
said he desperately, 'm truly to die on
Monday week! Oh tell me tel me sir Life
is sweet ownn