Wisconsin tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1847-1854, 1850-02-01

| aside, went on> ''T'his is my home-I have
| no osher," and he stepped into the cave.
Lillias mechanically followed. In one cor
nef was pile of dried leaves and grass, that
served for bed. And on the rude rocky
shelves, lay pictures, paintings, and piles OF
paper. Lillias sank down on the rough steps,
unable to support herself; and the ascetic
said:-
''For years this has been my home. Here
have ! cursed the hours of my existence
Blackness has presided over ii. Wretched- =
wretched being that | ain !! Why have not
committed suicide, do not know"
Lillias, for the FIRST time since he common
ced his recital, spoke, and avoluntarily said /;
''Can i. be possible that you, sir, have hid
den your talents thus-here on the earth r.
Should you not rather have pat them 10 the
exchangers, that when the Lord cometh, he
could have received his own with usury !''--
And the maiden was astonished at her own
heart-words.
The dark eye of the other kinded. s'And
what could do - he exclaimed, almost fierce
y. "Trod upon, trampled, crushed. The
world hath flung me away. Oh, how would
have orked and toiIed, and stfiven, and loved,
But 1t might not be. was sconed, despised,
rejected, flung aside. And now my naughty
pride has led me to scorn them in return; and
| do, from my very heart,,'
'sRather," returned the maiden, gently, sra
ther pity its weakness, and have charity for it's
ly upon her, and she went on. ''Pardon me
sir, but are not you, with your splendid talents
and godlike gifts, as weak, as imperfect as the
world yon SO bitterly condemn Cast first
the beam from thine own eye,' then you will,
at least, see your own errors. Have you not
too, been most selfish Here you have reti-
red TO brood, undisturbed, over your injuries;
to indulge in sorrow for the wrongs you have
received; and the noble powers heaven hath
given thee have been kept all to thyself. What,
the while, have you done for your Maker-for
mankindl Anything.t .that can be recorded on
angels archives-penciledt there with smile
of approval ~
The wretched recluse looked at the fair
speaker in astonishment; and then his gaze
seemed fastened on the past.
"What-what ccud do - be slowly said.
Il have no kindred, no friends to live for-all
else have turned against me-"
"Excuse me, sir, but you hare kindred Is
not every being on earth a brother a sister
We are one great family. God is our father.
To each has he given talents as best pleased
him. Each has work to do, or part to act,
and this is duty. And no reward expect we,
Heaven, our home, Is gift. We have our
Fathers work to do-not our own. Not for
self should we labor; not for self should we
live; not for self should we look, and strive
only for our own happiness. That was not
what we were placed here for, but to do His
wil--His work, even though our way lay a.
long through all Of dishonor to the tomb. If
He has willed it, walk we in it unmurmuring-
ly.''
Maiden, you are young; oh, little know you
of the terrible trials of life. The suferings,
the wrongs, the injuries, the burning pangs
that madden, the pains that pierce the heart
eternally, the agony untold, unspeakable, un-
endurable; fear and horror, and hatred /; the
heart-strings wrung and riven till every throb
is flash of fire. and the brain roaring fame.
with living lightnings mingling with all its
pulses: o my God my God, what have l
not endured !-and yet am still alive"
"And could you bend the knee to Him ev-
cry day, and pray for protection. when you
had selfshly put yourself away from doing
4 i Il I
eye rested on his.
81 have not prayed thus aud the strangers
voice was deep and solemn; "but my only
petition, morning and evening, has been that
| might die. But death hears not-even God
rejecte me!2'
"No, sir; think not thus. But would YOU
plead for death if it were not heavens will
if your work was not yet done-your allotted
task not yet fulfilled %
"What have to do on earth, child - and
the speakers eye grew fearfully wild. "No-
thing-nothing that God or man will accept;
and fool have been to think thus. No;
have not friend on earth or a friend in heav-
en-. Oh, how, in my inmost soul, have felt
that my Maker hates me -
"You are wrong, believe me, sir--you are
all wrong. God careth for all-every one
We are his children his own-and though
he may correct, though he may chasten, he
still loves-still follows us with blessings,
finging them in our pathway. Tfample not
upon them, lest, as you wilfully crush them,
the fragrance of those fragments turn to UPas
odor, that spreads its leprosy of death o'er the
soul. Yes, all that we have, even mind, and
heart, and thought, comes from that one eter-
nal Fountain of Immortality, from whence our
spirits sprang-where they will rest forever.
1t is the angels that rejoice over the penitent
it is God that goes forth to meet the PTodi-
gal son. 1t is Jesus that bids the weary and
heavy laden come to him, and he will give
them rest All weak, and frail, and sinful as
80 heaven hates uS mot -