Lewisburg chronicle. [volume] (Lewisburg, Pa.) 1850-1859, 1852-11-12
From u Nryicai TCl!d
AIS EeMl.


{. 7pHce o'c'orE at night, ard ATS 'rcV"'
False prophet Still aud statuc-!ike,
n. Wonder window, stands the wife. The
clock has told the small hours; yet her
face is prcst closely against the window
pane, striving in vain, with straining eye,
to pierce the darkness. She sees nothing;
she hears nothing-but the beating Of her
own heart. Now she takes her seat, opens
a small Bible and seeks from it what CON-
fort she MAJ while tears blister the pages
Then she clasps her hands, and her lips
are tremulous, with mute supplicaticn.-
Hist. there is an unsteady step in the
hail; she hmotcs 1t ! Many a ;ims,,a and eff,
i: has trod on her very heart-strings- She
ylides down gently to meet the wandcrer.
He falls heavily against her; and, in maud
Ira tones, pronounces a name be had long
since forgotten (" to honor" Oh alien
during power Of womsn's love no re-
proach, no upbrai3ing-the slight arm
passed around that reeliDg figure, (once
erect in Gods own image With ten
der words of entreaty, which she is power
less to resist, if he would, lie leads him
in. 1t is but repetition of a ttousand
such vigils. 1t is the performance OF
VOW, with a heroi.m and patient endurance
too common and every day to be chronicled
on earth; too holy and heavenly to pass
unno.ced by the registering angel
above.
AIS TH,"
False prophet In yondcr luxurious
room sits ouc whose curse it was, to be fair
as Il dream of Eden Tine was, when
those clear eyes looked lovingly into mo-
Tiers flce-when a grey-haired father laid
lis trembling hand, with a blessing, on
that sunny head when brothers and sis
ters' voices blended with her own, in heart
music around that happy hearth, Oh.
,cheye are dtey nor ? Are there none TO say
to the repenting Msglalen-" Neither do
l condemn thee-go and sin no more p
Must the gilded fetter continue to bind
the soul that loathes il, because man is
less merciful than God !?
"-AWs HeH"
False prophet There lies tho dead Or
phan Ia all ths length and breadth of
the green earth there was found no shell
ter;ng nest where that lonely dove could
fold it. wings, when the parent birds had
flown The brooding wing was gone, that
covered it from the cold winds Of neglect
and unkindness. lire was its life ; aud
so-it dropped.
oats NW"
False prophet Sin walks the earth in
purple and fine linen; honest poverty, with
tear-bedewed face, hungers and shivcrs,
and thirsts, "while the publican stands
afar of w The widow pleads in vain to
the ermined Judge for Justice )" and, ua-
punished of Hearcn, the human tiger crouch
es in his lair and springs upon his helpless
prey!
"APs UeHr
All yes, all is well for He who "seeth
the end from the beginning holds cvenly
the scales Of justice. "Diues" shall get
beg Of +" Lazarus" Every humaa tear is
counted. They shall yet sparkle as gems
in the crown of the patient and enduring
disciplel When the clear, broad light Of
eternity shines upon life's crooked paths,
We shall see the snarcs and pitfalls from
which our hedge Of Morns ha, fenced US
in! and, in the maturity of our full grown
faith, We shall greetin9ly say" Father !!
pot as will, but as Thou wiltw
FANNY FERN.