Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1852-1859, 1852-12-16
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'..Twe1ys O'Clock at night, and airs veil.'.


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False prophet Still and st -tue- like. at yonder
window, stands the wife. The clock has told the
small hours yet her face is pressed closely against
theiwindow pane, striving in vain with sttainng
eye topicrce the darkness. She sees nothing, Isle
hears nothing but the beating of her own heart
Now, she takes her seat, opens small Bible and
seeks from itwhat comfort she may, while tears
blister the pages Then, she CLASPS her hands, and
her lips are hemulous with mute duplication.
Hist! There is an unsteady step in the hall-ehe
knows it! Many time and oft it has trod on her
very heart strings. She glides down gently to meet
the wanderer; he falls heavily against hear, andn
mau0lin tones pronounce name he had long since
forgotten 'tto honor.n OIL all enduring power OF
woman's Lowell No reproach, no upbEaiding-the
slight ann passed around that reeling figure tonee
erect in &c DDS own imagery With5tender words
Of entreaty, which he is powerless to resist If he
would, she leads him in. 1t is but repetition Of
a thousand such yigils! It is the performance of a
VOW, with herolsm and patient endurance too
common and every day to be chronicled on earth;
too holy and heavenly TO pass unnoticed by the,
Registering angelo above. --gt.,55,.sl
ttALL's WEILn False prophet In yondeI
luxurious rooms SITS one whose curse it was to be
as fair as a dream of Eden. Time was, when, those
clear eyes looked lovingly into mothers facesJ
when gray haired father laid his trembling hand.
with blessing, on that fair head, when brothers.
and sfter's voice blended with her own, IN heart
music around that happy hearth. Ohlwhere are
they pow3 Are there monet to say TO- the Tepentant
Magdalene:-ttNeither do / condemn thee; go and
sin no r1ore1 Must the gilded fetteT continue to
bind the soul that loathes it, because man Is less
merciful than God9 ies 2. q q
tAL1,s WEILpi' False prophet There iesthe
dead orphan. mall length and breadhts Of the
green earth, there was found no sheltering nest
where that lonely dove could fold its wings when
the parent birds had flown. The broodirg wing
was gone that covered it from the cold winds of
neglect and unkindnes. Love was IFS life, and so
II drooned q SEdI ~ ytissi.i, r .,a aefd5a
bstALIls WE1Ip,n False prophet Sin Matkstheg
earth in purple and fine nen honest poverty, with
tear, r,bedewed face, hungers, and shiyers, and
thirstts while the publican stands afar of" The
widow pleads In vain to the lermined Judge for
"iustineJ J'sand unpunished of Heaven, the human
tiger crouches in his lair and springs upon his help
a"ALI's WEsLEp' Ali yes, all is welil for he,
who iitseeth tile end from the beginning" holds
evenly the scalesiofi justice, Dives stal yet beg
of Lazarus.H Every human tear is counted. They
shall yet sparkle as gems in the crown of the patient
and enduring disciple! When the clea,. broad
light of etesnity shinesupon lifes crooked paths.
we shall seeithe snaIes aldpih falls from which0ur
hedge of thorns has fenced in. And in the mAtu7
rty Of our full gown faith, we shall greehngl
l-"Fathef, not as will; but as Thou wilt
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