Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1852-11-03


"Can the rich die ? Ha Ha! Ha! All!
see what you want-its more gold-nore qozd
extortioner VIII you accept a check foj
forty thousand Well make it forty-a hun
dred, # you viii, and save me. VIII YOU dc
that's it bargain, twenty per cent. on the
whole and the rest insix months bonds AND
the wretched man beat his breast and yainly
tried to tear ope:. his bosom. The doctor and
the servant Wept at the scene and the miseI
| continued
All doctor, this is indeed hard offer
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/ you viii not save me AZ "a s.ra !. s.IIII.
hearted wretch Yes, I am dying-you need
not tell me that again; for know It II can
hear the roaring Of Eternity's pillows like
dreadful fiood-so nigh the awful sea
Storm-ost and restless. Doctor, cant you
hear the bowling of the waves Hark Hist
l can yes, how terrific"
| The doctor and the servant, stood speech
| less around the dying couch Of the miser.-
/ tie called to his servant:
/ James, bring here the gold and the sill
/ yer' pile 1t on me, pour it from the canvass
rlbl y cold and chilly-pour it on, James, and
let it warm my freezing blood y
| And the wealth of the miser was brought
and heaped upon and around him. At his
request the servant placed in his palm gold
eagle and raised his hand until his CLASSY
orbs rested upon it--he gazed at it-groaned
and sald-''R Ruin !-RUIN!w And his cold
arm was laid at his side with the eagle in his
/ palm.
lie turned his cold !ifeless eyes upon the
doctor and said-''And you cannot save me
upon any terms-not even your own? Well.
INIT Is 5tT5rrrrt 711l7=1 1 H-414. E caL,t
save me, will give you bill for fifty thous-
and II you will go with me through this dark
and gloomy valley, so full of frightful spectres
ana DISMAL ngs--there let me lean on
your arm (; L am so DID, SO weak, so trembling.
so t2rrlhed--there-Wha you refuse to 90
with me! Inhuman wretch VIII you not
80 Tor 1ltty per cent, on my whole estate p
iut tut How foolish | am [ must 90, and
the doctor cannot go with me. No, doctor.
you cannot go with me, neither can YOU save
me, for L am dying-dying! VIII YOU listen
to the howIlng chant of the hungry waves of
that dreadful sea to which [ am fastening
/ ana soon to plunge-will you listen to them /?
HOW dreadful. And that yoice-that sound,
SO like the hideons notes of some demon
wretch that comes booming over the waves
nkea rushing, shrieking wind How chilling!
How blood-freezing Hark! will you listen :?
alghteous Heaven! It is the voice Of my
| Iather,8 curse will you listen, doctor, and
I: near It as It dropped from a dying fathers
RS 6drs5 SSa@S = 4faEs af9 A5ep-Aaphs
rest upon your guilty-guilty soul! They
/ they shall wither-wither you like the parcn-
ed-cripsed grass after the harvest of the bar
/ ley corn Furies- furies-te -terrible-terrible
as Hell possess your blackened soul-Allan
/ there to keep you in relentless talons and
finally to offer you to the wrath ola con"
The words stuck in his throat; he gave a
convulsiye throe that shook the miserable bed,
and the gold and silver rolled with merry
gingIe DER the floor, wheeling and circiing ev-
cry where in the room. The doctor laid his
hand on the breast of the miser and turned to
the servant and told him that his master had
passed away. The spirit Of the miser was in
! Eternity
) His bony fingers had clenched and grew
stiff and rigid upon the Eagle Of gold, and j
was not removed ; for when his cold remains
were deposited in the clay chamber of tht
grave, the piece of gold descended there will
: him, and there lays covered with the worm eat
t en- dust
The Grave is open to all and gold canno
:. : buy redemption from its gloomy inheritance
: Ellen O'Rara continued to live in the cit
e and made her home with her cid friend, I'm
q ma Layton. 1t was not often that she wa
= seen in the Streets except it was on the Sacre
); day of rest on that day she was always see
AZ either going or returning from the Sanctuar
4 Of the Most High, and in his Tabernacle he
le voice was mingled devoutly with the humbl
y and christian worshipers. Her hand was a
~ ways open to the crying wants of the suite
10 ING ones, and she was indeed, as was shown
u her exemplary walk, a devout and plous beIn
who looked forward to better inheritance
le' rest and peace. Julia DeVail was an accoI
le plished sholar and lady, moving in the I'll
d circle Of society. Ellen kept her IN strange ]
III norance of her parentage and was only know
ne to her as an abiding friend. The eyes OF t
nS curious turned Upon Ellen when she was
ne L : the street, and regarded her with an awe
'lu most superstitious the old men would sigh
, utter some words concerning the early hlsto
'eo Of "poor Crazy Nelly" and the younger g
Is95 Grafton would point her out as the : Mise
oul Man" Her face and general appearar
n IN wore an air Of solemnity, and wherever
tne went she was the attraction of all eyes. /
~ VI counsels to the young were heard time q
'nu again, and it was evident she was looking
rs: ward beyond this fitful vale for the bliss
-iil4 df had been robbed of by unfeeling hands.
this way years passed.
: &C Sore aHlction was sent upon the good
lod man but she murmured not against the
! pensation of the oyeruling Providence;
tho bore her afliction patiently and with christ
) - fortitude-she murmured not, but patiel
awaited the coming of the King of Terror
his ease her frailty down TO the repose of the to
fn- and give her spirit to its habitaton in the 81
,hed The Angel of Death came to her bed
his and stood over her in the solemn work OF
red ing her spirit from the clogs of clay. 1t
etter in the evening of bright spring day ;
birds through the city and in the forest 81
eve sang glad notes of their joy; the flo
decked the earth with radiant tints and the
Won hung Just above the western line where {
and sky seem to join in an endless embi
and the mellow beams like spangled
streamed o'er the damasks of the dying C
no and lit with gloomy light the face of the
Joke who was now passing away. Friends
dropped tears and felt the deep aching
yiftly sympathizing heart, stood by her couch al
warn tened to her dying words Emma L;
lat is her faithful friend, stood over her and c
her aching brow and wept from bitter or
ent?' Ellen fondly embraced her and spoke Q