Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1851-02-07

.prehend the bounds of thy constancy-;
the derision Of the world cannot weaken
the bonds Of thy affection, nor poverty. |
nor shame, nor misery. nor degradation
subdue thy pure Lowell 'Tis not in the
heart of man to nurture feeling of love,
constancy or pity, asa woman; although
that wretched mans conduct had called
the Just indignation Of the world upon
him although friend after friend gave
him up as lost aud ruined although he
had sunk to the very bottom of the sink
pool Of infamy and disgrace; and al
though he had heaped upon her the most
demoniac persecution. until he had driv-
en- her to a painful bed of affection,
squandered her fortune, disgraced her
name aud made her more wretched than
himself, yet still in every storm Of mis-.
fortune and wreck Of misery, that angel
like woman had clung TO the man who
had gained her Young and innocent
heart, and blasted her prospects Of hap
piness on earth-his blood was in the
veins Of her innocent boy-he was the
idolized lover and husband OF her youth.
She could not forsake him, for when the
world cast him off it was her nature to
cling the closer TO him. She wooed him
TO retrace his steps but alasl he was
entangled in The Sirens net, and his
weak moral courage kept him in its ru.
inous lhraldom. Her solicitude for his
welfare had been earnest and agonizing,
and her f-ail constitution could not resist
the assaults that disease was making
upon her system. The gay rose Of health
bad withered and died on her cheeks,
her pale brow, across which no dark
. cloud of sorrow should have fitted, was
now care-worn. and clammy dew bad
: instllled itself thereon, and her once
! joyous eyes were dim and deeply sunkeu
4 in their cavernous orbits. Consump.
ton and abroken heart had nearly finish
. ed their mission for that poor woman
4 was just at the portals Of eternity
: The loud curses of her destroyer hat
aroused her from heI peaceful slumber
s and half awake, she sprang up alright
i ed in her cold bed. the hectic lightnin,
!. cleaned across her pallid cheeks,a a wild
! mccarthy fire shot from her deep. bone
n walled eyes, and sigh solemn and Sc
pulchral bursted from her bosom. 4
,e .romentary gleam lighted up her pal
I, tountenance, but il was as faint AM
:, cheerlcss a. the arctic SHOWS glistenin
i in the star light Of Greenland's skies.
: Twas a pitiful spectacle, but wha
:, can move the hardened soul Of The inc
), bfiate The condition Of his wife di
= mol reach the sympathies of his bette
:. nature, neither did the kneeling forr
,d of his prosecuted infant, who had creT
Nj into the room and knelt at the foot OF th
bed melt his sordid heart-his csllou
soul.
Iy Curses on you. Wife said the brut'
d as he staggered against the rickety bet
id and well nigh threw it over, blast yoV
is this the manner you intend 10 rece,v
your husband after being out in the wet
J., None of your hysterical whining an
ou whimpering-dry itUP, say-dry Il up
because '--ihe pooi woman shrieked
Ie- weak, piaintive cry at his inhumanit
Dr. and fell back upon her pillow th
seemed TO awaken him to sense Of
,ct brutal conduct. he placed his nervor
i'll hand upon her forehead, and stared will
" around the bed, and vacanlly upt
lor the iDanimate form of his wife-he CO
ne tinned, but in lowered tone, becau
lie why oh what have donel
tai 'Oh! Oh! mothers dead z said Il
little child, and his hot tears fell thi,
ou, and fast upon her face, as he baihed h
Inc temples with the camphor: which 4
i'm Doctor had left, he called upon her mar
ght frantically and imploringIy: Mothe
up. OIL mother, do wakel' He was h
ses nurse, and often had he chafed her wi
10y camphor when she would faint, but t
bod efforts of the child seemed now vair
10 call the wandering spirit back TO
eat cold, clay tenement.
her Dead deadl' screamed the wrett
She ed and now sobered man. dead
her1 YOU say, child--dead 2 Oh! such h
ror, his icy blood almost stopped in
bey veins, his red, blood-shot eyes star
you from their miserable sockets--he
and upon his knees beside her bed, and W
hild yelling despair cried in agony, &C
rail God have mercy; | have killed my "
into murdered Orianal Heaven blot
n Of the deed! Oriana! Oriana. speak ol
more and say you will NOT die-spe
lace speak, oh! speak and forgive your
bers pentant and miserable husbandl
the pressed her thin pale hand 10 hls. {
I hat bathed it with his tears, sobbing all
was her name, and wildly calling her 50
hal back, if but for minute What wrei
Wind ed agony was concentrated in few n
The utes Of that mans life an age of Z
the cry had preyed upon his soul in a
lick I short minutes, and he prayed God TO
hear nihiiate his being.
Iicki At length the woman partially revil
Ia and her eyes which had just ha
cipal glimpse Of eternity, were now fea'
up with sight which she had long ag'
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