Glasgow weekly times. (Glasgow, Mo.) 1848-1861, 1849-01-18
TlsE RECORDING ANGEL:
A NEW YEARS FANTASY,
BY MRS. II. s. NICHOLS.

strokes fallen on the ear, when the grca,
bell Of the Cathedral tollcd forth twelve OF
the night, and the grey old year tainted, and
died upon the echo.
Time cannot pause for thee, busy heart,
yet the hour which divides the New Year
from the Od--mdnight from morning
even that little hour shall be thine. Thine,
to search amid ruins of the cold, dead Year.
for jewels thon canst never find; for know
thou that treasures lost in Time, are los;
unto Eternity! Thine, to weep over the ia
ded blossoms of memory--to mourn thy
persisted friendships and 10 wall in signs
the death-song of old and changeless loves.
Thine, to wander by the light Of memory's
undying fires. through hoary caverns of the
past-to startle at phantoms which sit by
the way side, and TO grieve for the lost
the beautified, whose shining footsteps print
those gloomy depths no more.
peace, weary and complaining one"
breathed voice of music at my side
'PeaceF--and the accents were those of
the ravishing harps of Heaven. "Peacel--
and thou who art eager for knowledge of
! the heart of man, and desirest TO look upon
secrets of the inner life, stretch forth thy
hand, and follow me-" | turned and 10.
beside me, in ustrous garments of unfair
nished white, there stood shape of seraph,
ic grace and beauty. A circet of ever
changing splendors cleaned upon his brow
and in the deep fountains Of his carnersl
eyes celestial lights now flashed, now spar
kled, like sunbeams Frightening the waves
of the "Rivcrof Life" which flowed fast
by the Getty of God" Within his hand
were crystal tablets, claspcd by single star
of burning gems, whose glittering Aamss
were lighted at the alter.f foot on high. Reach.
ing forth my hand, lightly graspcd the
robes of my mysterious visitor. An emo
ton Of intense, spiritual delight, instantly
pervaded my whole being: 1t was as if great
and glorious power had been added to
weak, bodily perceptions, making them
keen, subtle, and penetrating. Speech was
no longer essential. Thought found instan,
answer, withoutthe clumsy vehicle of words;
and swifter than light travels from the
spheres, mind encircled the Universe, and
drank deep knowledge of the beautiful In
telligences, Thrones, Dominons andipowers,
which increasingly hymn the melodies Of
Heaven. ..
stood beside the Recording Angel, in
the lofty hall of brilliant and stately man.
sion. Upon luxuriant couch drawn near
brightly burning FIRE, and half buried
among its crimson cushion, reclned the
form of fair and delicate woman. Her
eyes were partly closed, but deep frown
had gathered upon her brow, and one hand
clutched the rosy drapery around, as if
held deadly enemy within its grasp. In
visible to her, we watched these throcs Of
mental agony, while the secrets of her in.
most heart were laid bare before US, spread
out as upon scroll, and read as with an
eye of lightning.
Alas! alas most vain presumptuous heart!
that had desired to pierce the veil, behind
whose dark and shadowy folds man hides
from man tie workings Of his soul had
painted to behold the mysteries of the hid
den lfe-to gaze upon the nakedness of
spirit--in fact, to look upon deformily.--
Why did Iturn away, sickened and loath-
ing, from that form of outward lovelinessl
from form. before which my fancy had
bowed in Standardization face, upon
whose smile had once hung with rapturel
1t was, that saw written on her heart, in
satiate vanity, nordinate pride, and most
pitiful ambition. II was, that saw these
monsters, which We're but musings once
had, vampyre,lke, sucked the sweet milk Of
human kindness and of love--the wine OF
sympathy, and the blood Of living tender
ness, TO swell and animate these corpses o.
he bosom, making a ghaslly charnel.ho house
of womans heart! 1t was that 10 these
passions, there had been human sacrifice
--there was blood upon her skirt--therC
was remorsc in her spirh-there was hel
in her bosom! -.r-.E. .-. .t.E.-.r.
! turned to the angel, severe in youthful
beauty" at my side. The tablets were IN
clasped in his hand, and with his finger h
: wrote in characters Of fire, "Remorse, bu
not Repentance" The words burned dee
. | IN tho CRYSTAL and ulnu,al lilo Ey;pu ii