The daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1848-1851, 1850-09-04

Minjstering Spirits We are told of "rliDistes4
ing spirits, by the p' that cannot lie; andit we're
asacrlege to doubl their mission. But they come
IeVer 10 torment or Ierrify-they holI no comm1-
hoh with the eye or ear OF sense. In that solemn
nouT' "hen the soul hOvers halfway between two
"oflus' When the veil of earthly vision grows
ua,Si aren't With the dawning light of eternity, it
Veil are some times given
hile sIrl, IN family Of my ACQUAINTANCE, a
ioVey ana precious child, lost her mother at an age
20 early TO Tx the loved features in her rsToeTl-
berance. She was lrail as beautiful. snd as ,ba
bud OF her heart unfolded, it seemed as If ,von bJ
mat mothers prayers to turn instncllveiy heaven
ward. The sweet, conscientious, and praver
loving child was The idol OF the bereayed family
But she faded away early. She would Iie nnor he
apol the friend who took mothers care Of her.
nd wIndn one waited arm about her neck.
Now tell me about my mama 20 And when the
III 'oId tale had been repeated, she would ask soft.
=, " Take me into the pir"r; | want 10 see nv
mama - The Request was never refused and the
'tiecuonate sick child would be for hours content.
edly gazing on her mothers portrait But,
I' ,' Pale and wan she grew, and weekly
fearing Es,a, 1 a. a. her pains 50 meekly,
A the trial hour drew nearer. -
The hour am al last, and the weeping neigh.
oors assembled !" see the little child die The dew
"' dea was already The flower as its Iire.sun
was going down. The lirtle chest family hsaysd-
spasm"dcally.
Do you know me, darIing!" sobbed. close in
er ear, the voice thai was dearest; but it awuke
no answer Az at once brightness, as if from
ne upper world, burst over the chIld's culoress
counenance. The eyelids flashed open, the lins
parted, the wan curling hands flew up in the littIe
ones last npulsve eff1rt, as she looked piercngly
into The far above.
Mother" she cried, with surprise and trans.
port IN her tone-and passed with that breath to
her mothers bosom
SAID distinguished divine who stood by that
he'd ot Joyous death, elf | had never believed in
the mlnls'rdtIon Of departed ones before, could
not doubt it nowu'
A Splendid DeScription.-One Paul Denton, a
Methodist preacher in Texas advertised a barbe
cue, with better liquor than usually furnished.
w hen the people were assembled, a desnerado in
the crowd cried out " Mr.. Paul Denton. your riv.
erence has lied. You promised US not only a good
barbecue but better liquor. Where is the louor %
here answered the missionary, in tones of
thnhder' and pointing his motonless finger at the
ndscu,esS double spring, gushing up in two strong
columns, with sound like shout of ioy from the
bosom OF the earth. There - he repeated ,,i,h
4 Iook terrible as the lightning, while his epemv
| actually trembed on his feet; there IS the louor
Whlch 'od, the Eternal, brews for all his children
Not liz the slmmering still over smoky fires
choked with poisonous gases and surrounded with
the stencil OF slckening odors and rank corruotion.
doth your Father in heaven prepare the precions
essence OF life, the pure cold water But in the
green glade and grassy dell, where the red deer
"""A0i' y anu the CuIIu loves to play, there C-od
hrews IT, and down, low down in the deepest voI-
leys, where the fountains murmur and the riIls sing
and nigh upon the tall mountain tops. where he
naked granite grters like gold in the sun. where
the storm'coud broods and the thunder storms
crash, and away far out on the wild. wild sea
where the hurricane howls music, and the bio
waves roar the chorus, sweeping the march Of God
there He bIews IT. that beverage of life. health
giving water. And every where il is a thing Of
beauty cleaning in the dew-drop singing in the
summer ram, shining in the ice gem, till The trees
all seemed turned to living Jewels, spreading n
golden veil over the setting sun, or a white osnze
around the midnight moon sporting in the eat,-
ract; sleeping in the glacier dancing in the hail
shower, folding its bright snow curtains softly
about the wintry world and weaving the many
coored iris, that seraph's zone of the skv. whose
warp is the raindrop of EARTH whose woof is the
sunbeam of heaven all checked over with celestial
flowers, by the mystic hand of refractiop. Sill
always it is beautiful-that blessed life water no
poison bubbles on its brink its foam brings not
madness and murder, no blood stains, its LIQUID
glaze, pale widows and starving orphans ween moi
burning tears in its depths no drunkard's shrek
ing ghost from the grave in words of eter
nal despair Speak out, my friends would Won
exchange it for demons drink, alcohol ?"
shout like the roar of a tempest ansyvered
"No!"