Wisconsin tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1847-1854, 1849-03-09

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Dig MN turn away from the poisoned wine
cup. All me how beautiful he is, wit
THAT slender sun beam trembling on the round
: ness OF his bright curls, and the chubby han,
folding back the dinlple on his fresh, youn
cheek And yet my heart would not clin
to him So though the Joyous pulse caugh
their first musical throb from my own, if h,
were not Percys child
i There is a quiet nook, Isabel, near thai
! first dear home of mine, where the long, sill.
yer leaves of the willow dip their graceful tas
sells in the cool waters beneath, and where
the gold birds song is last heared in the mis-
ty twilight from the dewy urn of many per-
fumed flower. Let them make my grave there
tor methinks | could not rest so peaceful in
the heart OF this crowded city, with the tread
OF the busy multitude all around me, and
where IN the dim midnight, the inebriate' 5
step is he ard echoing over the warm pave
ment and close flag stones thar Grid me in.
Let them lay me in the cool bright earth
my mother earth-shere the long grass shall
bend soothingly over me in the calm summer
days and the crimson leaves shall fall in the
glorious autumn time, like carpet round my
grave; some spot where ! may think, now
while live, no unsteady step shall ever be
heared-no lonely watcher trembling with
her untold anguish for him whose noisy tread
sh Ill echo above me and when my boy
learns who his mother was, bend with him
over that ribbed, and tell him where she
rests
g 1t was only an idea, dear Tsabel-an inya-
lids idea, and yet chung to it so, but have
feared TO mention it to my husband lest he
should think me selfish, yet, all how peace
fnily could die in sight of that dear old home
stead l left it like a wayward bird, but me-
thinks never would try my weary wings
II might once again fold them in that old
quiet nest. If might once again listen to
the hum of the bees ia the blossoms of the a
pricot-to hear the robins song in the still
evening, from the leafy boughs of the ash tree
the coo of the wood dove from the messy
caves of my first. bright home--to bear the
low splashing Of the merry waters at the old
mill pond-and farther on, where it winds in
the sunshine, through tufts of daisy blossoms
with its musical thrill the old meadow, and !
the deep. hoary woods beyond and the great !
hollow smothered in verdure, how are they /
all sterotyped in my heart, and when l look |
out upon these close brick walls, and the
throng of human beings restlessy sweeping
onward, not one Of whom would pause If |
were TO die to morrow, what would / give to |
die in the quiet of that dear old homestead !" !
Once more, poor Amy Lee her last pray |
e. was denied her--ty,s el.e-~>.-> ---all |
believe first escaped her lips at the throne of
God was granted--the entire restoration of
her husband, and death did indeed fulfil |
the act, which lifetime of passionate devo-
ton was too weak to accomplish When |
Harry Percy was at any time tempted to vio- |
late the pledge taken by the side Of his dead |
wife, her pale, calm face as he had last beheld |
it--so serene and placid in its heavenly express
sion, rose straightway up to rebuke him, and /
as it were the hand Of his dead Amy interPo- /
sed to thrust aside the poisoned chalice. He
was saved, get at a fearful price.
MANY Years nave pdSSSu eAN g JScittO W 4N+A |
me. dear reader, on this calm Sabbath morn
ing, when the whole face of nature smiles u
gain in its beautiful placidity-come to the
dim, hoary old building, hallowed at the tenn
pie of God. Listen to the low, calm, most
expressive voice Of the speaker-does 1t not
break thriilingly on the ear in the hushed still
ness of this holy templea He is mission
ary of the cross One who has tolled IN lar
lands for the souls of men; a little while and
he will once more cross the blue waters to the
little band he has gathered in foreign land.
There is no cant, no fdnatacism IN the clear,
deep, earnest tones as they fall on the heart,
perSuading you to become a christian; you
feel the actuating motives must be beautltt
piety and god-lke simplicity, or he could not
thus lift your heart, as with touch,to the
Infinite, and eternity.
In the bronzed face, and sadly compressed
lip, and the subdued fire of the eagle-eye,
there is little to recognize the gay Percy OF
other days; but the rich, sad tones OF that
melodious voice breaking on the hushed null
titude would tell you thatthe missionary was
none other than the husband Of Amy Lee.
Franyford, Pa.