The Evansville daily journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ia. [i.e. Ind.]) 1848-1862, 1850-08-10
A TALE FOR THE DEsPoN DING.
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Happily for Alois he had been reared by
christian parents, who had endeavored TO i'm
bue his mind with christian principles. They
had sought to inculcate love to God and faith
in his promises and now all their pious teach
Ings rushed before the minds eye of the
youth He could not despite his most ear
nest endeavors. conceal for moment from
his conscience that he entertained the thought
of great crime. He thought Of asking par
don of his Creator. and he knelt down by the
river side. A few inherent words escaped
him, but gradually his ideas became less and
less distinct, the sound Of the water ceased to
tinkle in his ear, the little flowers swept past,
and the brilliant stirs shone down as before,
but Alois was asleep. His last waking
thought followed him into his sleep, and he
dreamed that, in order more easily 10 precip-
itate himself into the water, he had gone to
ore of the bridges which spanned the river !;
but at the moment he reached the centre OF
the bridge. genie caught him by the hair
with one hand, and with the other CARED him
back to the paternal dwelling.
In that babiiation where he had left so
much OF misery and desolation, abundance
and joy now reigned. All the arrangements
for a bridal were apparent; his sister dressed
in white, followed 10 the altar one of his
cousins, who had asked her in marriage. 1t
was he (Alois) who gave away his sister, and
all the guests and mother nd brothers bless
ed him, for it was 10 him. by his industry and
good conduct. that his sister owed good
husband, and his family their happiness
Just then at the very moment when Alois
was happy, and joyful that he had not, as he
one day meditated, destroyed himself, he
heard The voice of the genie who spoke
thus
See, fool, what thou hast lost in losing
that confidence which thou Owest to thy
Creator. Die. then, coward. who has not
been able TO bear one Of the many sorrows
inseparable from human nature die, and 90
TO the bottomless pit; thy crime well merits
it,"
Saying which The genie relaxed the grasp
that held AIois suspended above the waters.
into which he was plunged head foremost,
and down he rolled from abyss to abyss to a
fathomless depth.
The intensity of his dream had now reach
ed point which caused him TO struggle, and
he awoke. He opened his eyes and perceived
the dawning day; he beheld the water, the
sky, the trees, all the landscape filled by the
yellow rays OF the rising sun; he heard every
little songster chirp forth a note Of welcome
back a responsive echo. He was not dead !;
and giving cry of joy, he kneIt down and
poured forth his yearning spirit in thankful
ness TO his Maker. and wall of bitter repen-
tence for his recent sin.
Suddenly, while his eye roamed from side
to side, as il it could not be satisfied with
that beautiful landscape to which he was so
recently Indifferent, and which teemed with
brio nf ID
and care, so well fitted to purify mans love
and strengthen his faith, he saw very near
him little calcareous stone, very smooth
and white aud upon which was traced the
elegant design OF twig ofmoss with its pref.
ty little flowers aud their roots. He recol-
leced that on the previous evening he had
moisened that stone with his tears, and had
even taken strange kind OF pleasure in
drowning with them that little twig of moss
which some bird had dropped in lis flight
carried il away, but its imprints so delicate
y encrusted on the white, smooth surface oil
the stone caused the young German, despite
himself, TO reflect on the phenomenon.
III is not without design" thought he
shat God has conducted me here-that he
has sent me sleep to calm my sufferings, and
bad singer, hut who knows. perhaps | am
reserved for some other thing"
While these thoughts revoved in his mind
Alois continued 10 examine the calcareous
stone, and the minute reproduction of the
sprig OF moss on which his tears had flowed
so freely the preceding evening. At all haz-
ards he determined to carry the stone with
him. and tuckng it under his arm. he retook
his path TO the town. On drawing nigh to
the gates of the city, among the frs persons
he perceived was his little brother, who had
been dispatched by the anxious mother in
search of him.
The child told him that on the day Of the
nterment, an Old uncle had arrived from the
country to see his mother, and on beholding
their misery, had left sum of money TO as
sist them in passing the winter. "Thank
Cod" calculated young Snefelder and mary
a time afterwards did the same aspira iioll
arise in his heart IN gratitude for the stone
and the sprg oil moss SO miraculous.y Jiaced
under his eyes. At first he employed his dis
covery only by printing the srrig of moss on
watch-cases and snuff boxes til, one day the
idea occurred TO him OF taking the impress
sions of such little desic MS as could be obtain
ed by pressing flowers and herbs upon the
stcne. The plar. succeeded admirably. and
the art of TYPOGRAPHY was discovered.
Sneielder patiently plodded oh, celebrating
his discovery. In his efforts to improve his
art, he recalled all the chemical knowledge
which he had been taught at school. Many
ideas suggested themselves. only to be dis
carded again, in consequence Of some new
impeachment; but still he ceased not in his
experiments, and at last succeeded to his own
satisfaction. Even when the art was brought
to maturity, there were grievous obstacles to
surmount-he was doomed to many bitter
disappointments and corroding cares. His
own work, describing the progress of his in