Meigs County telegraph. [volume] (Pomeroy [Ohio]) 1848-1859, 1852-11-09
'a. From the Musical World.
Fanny Ferns Last.
mTwelye O'Clock at might, and ans wellH,

False prophe,!-SliII and s.a,us.like, at
yonder window, stands the wife. The
clock has Told the small hours; ye. her face
is presl closely against the window.pane,
striving in vain, with s'raining eyes, TO pierce
the darkness. She sees no,hins-she hears
nothing-but the beating of her own heart!
Now she takes her seat; opens small BIZ
Bile, and seeks from il what comfort she
may, while tears blister The pages Then
she clasps her hands, and her lips are srem-
ulous with mute supplication. Hisl!-,here
is an unsteady step in the hall; she knops 1t!
Many lime, and oft, it has trod on her
very heart, ,sirings. She glides down gently
10 NEE, the wanderer. He falls heavily
against her; and, in maudin tones, pro.
nounces name he had long since forgotten
$50 honor" Oh! all enduring power Of
woman's love!-no reproach, no upbraldng
the slight arm passed around Ina! reeling
figure, (once erect in "God's own image" y
With tender words Of enlrea.y, which he is
powerless 10 resist, if he wouldss she leads
him in. ltis but repetition Of thousand
such vigIs! 1t is The performance OF a vow,
with heroism and patient endurance too
common and everyday 10 be chronicled on
earlh; TOO holy and heavenly 10 pass unno-
liced by the registering angel" above!
"Alps well ~
False prophe,!-ln yonder luxurious
room sits one whose curse il was, TO be fair
as dream of Eden. Time was when those
clear eyes looked lovingly into mothers
face-whon a gtey-haired father laid his
trembling hand, with blessing, on tha,
sunny head-when brothers. and sisters
voices blended with her own, in heart-music
around ,ha. happy hearth. Oh! where are
they noU? Are there none TO say 10 The re-
penung MagdaIen--"Nei,her do condemn
lhee-go and sin no more!'' Must the gild-
ed fellers continue 10 bind the soul that
loa,hes il, because man is less mercilul than
GoDl c.. ..f
"AlPs WELL !"
False prophet! There lies the dead or.
phan!s In all The length and breadth of the
great earth there was found no shel,ering
nos, where thai. lonely dove could fold It's
WluBS, WHeH VIC PaiShs OiiuS huN AAo''I"'
The brooding wing was gone that covered
it from the cold winds Of neglec. and un'
kindness. Love was its life; and so--iI
dropped!
"All's WE'LL"
False prophei!-Sin walks the earth u
purple and fine linen; honest poverty, with
.bedewed face, hungers, and shivers, and
thirs,s, "whie the publican stands atar otf!
The widow pleads in vain 10 the erminec
Judge for ''juslice;'' and, aapunished %
Hedpen, the human tiger crouches IN his
lair, and springs upon his helpless preyl
"Alls WELL !"
All yes, all is well!-For He who "see!t
the end from The beginning" holds euegtS
the scales ofjustice. "Diues" shall yet 6eg
of "LGzarws." Every human tear is count
ed. They shall yet sparkle as gems in inc
crown OF the patient, and enduring disciple'
When the clear. broad light OF eternity
shines upon hfe's crooked paths, we shall
see the snares and pitfalls from which oul
hedge of thorns has fenced us inl and IN
the maturity Of our full grown faith, we sha'
repentingly say ---"Fa,ber, moi as will bu
as Thou will" FANNY tEhIN' ?