The Hillsborough recorder., 1851-09-24

"s'ftsNN- fAr AiuuN ntft 0EfT fhe
g'are of her lrassrarl and ueps.
The son: lie was just yerging 10 man.
heed. and as he gszcd upon the rude box
that held the cold spiriiIi.use Of his father
slindder was observed 10 thrill his frame.
and lie sessrai himself upo1 ihe faIIen.
nnwni:en. unpublished stone that marked
Ilfs resting place Of some one 20 wI,om
the rllerIslird dust was dear. lie shud.
deFed, As ilIe sad thought Of deaIh sped
ils qnivrnng arrow Enough his snal. b.,
ma irar-wsse erossfd hIs firry ewes. Ills
lace was deeply marked by The unmi.-
taxable evidenre al dissipation. aud though
young. yeI The fountain Of sen-ihilily and
the best emolions was dry and parrheJ,
and he wepi noi he only shuidered as
he saw The rough x. the rofIin home Of
the dead. sink Irom his view in the final
abode Of The nobIe and lhe beggar-ln The
earth!
he burial was furnished. and the pea
SAINTS one by one leIi The silent resIiHq
plare OF The dead, and the widnw and son
were lrli IN The congregation Of The dead
niall ages. She sank upon her trembling
knees over the fresh ciods that lay upon
the pulselcss heart of her idolized husband
81 younger. better days. while the son ra,
alool and mnsed r'olly npon The scene
before him. The widow raised her stream.
ing eyes TO the bright laughing skies Of
Heaven. and a prayer, long and fervenI,
was sped away. away 10 The sleepiess ear
h Heavens God. That prayer was for
The son. yet he heard il moi; il was si-
lent PRAYER Of the soul, and lis bur,Ilen
was that he might moi tread in ihe fpoi-
sieps of his inebIiale father. Long and
painful was her agony over The cold earth.
ca,iel of the dead; an agony OF soul fnr
the lising-lor her son. She sank in a
swonn on The mound Of earlh, and when
she arose her son was gone.
Alone and crushed 10 the earth with
misery, she commended with her nnmiiiga-
ted grief. Her husband now lay beneath
her weary feet in his narrow Garth. home;
her son had become ca!lnus at heart and
had forsaken her 10 The howling hyenas
oi despair. Her friends. that in her days
d youthful joy and prosperity had chung
10 her with worthy zeal, had now LEFT
her and could not be seen 10 comfort her;
The cherished shadow alone that memory
held could be found in the moulderins
annals Of the days when wealth surround.
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strife Of The busy world with none, no not
even her son, 10 quell The raging storm o
grief in her soul that was fast tossing hel
little all 10 the whirlpool af destruction,
No kind word balmed the wound Of griel
in her heart that was fast stealing her life
current away.
She arose 10 leave, and casting a long
lingering and fearful look a, the inebriale' 3
grave. marked by rough sandstone, she
wept prayer for the peace uf his soul
and departed in search of her half crazy
son. That son was Eugene Del.aine,
and the new corpse in the Polier's Field
his incbriaie father; the mourner his heart
broken widow and the mother.
GLIMPSE FOURTH.
Beyond ,he ely wall was The culpril' 8
lhill. where many poor victim expialed
his crime aud guilt by the iorleil Of his
life. Many hundred people were collect
ed there 10 witness the execution Of a
criminal ON The day Of which we write.
Morbid curiosity drew The masses there
10 witness the final wreck Of an un(orluE-
ale being whose life had been stained with
The CRIMSON OF many, many heinous crimes.
The victim stood upon the scalfold wi h
The officer Of the law attending him. The
ministers Of a holy religious spoke kind
words oil counsel and comfort in his phren.
zicd ear, aud as the hour OF execution
drew near his frame grew agila.ed and
shame covered hls bloaled lace. lie arose
before the clamorous audience and in a
slammerlng voice confessed his gullt--a
guilt that he had hitherto denied; but
when he drew near The coast oil The dread
ocean of eternity, when just ready 10
launch his trembling soul upon lis sub.
lime and awful waters, he dsburlhened
il Of lis guilty freight and cas-. himself mp
on the mercy Of The court Of the skies.
y While he was standing upon the scaf-
fold Of death awaiting the arrival Of his
appointed hour, poor woman was. wend-
ing her way Among The excited audience,
almost amounting TO mob, begging aims.
Misery and wrelchedness were pictured
IN her face, ragged poverty. olung to her
griei-benl form, and she begged Of the
thousands pennies 10 save her fom the
destroying pangs Of poverty. Not many
noticed her plea Tor an aims, they were
too much excited, loo eager 10 catch every
I motion Of The victim Of the law. loo clam,
. orons for the blood Of The poor unfortun-
| ale being whose character was branded
: with the odious curse Of nature. Her,
/ and there kind hearted one would droI
} a penny in The old woman's iremblin,
! hand, and she smiled many thanks upo
E the generous bencIaclor ol her helples
$ poverty.
J. The prisoner exhor,ed The crowd |
e beware oi the path Of crime. and as b
d recuunled tho scenes Of crime ,hrong
C which he had passed from one degree