The Evansville daily journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ia. [i.e. Ind.]) 1848-1862, 1852-11-06
From the Musical World.
"TWclvc O'Clock nt night, and all's

"Twclvc O'Clock at night, and airs
tgciIr, e.
FALSE prophet!-Still and statue-like, at
yonder window, stands the wife,. Tho clock
has told the small hours; vet her face is prest
closly against the windov-pane, striving in
vain, with straining eye, to pierce the dark
ness. She sees nothing; she hears nothing
but the beating of her own heart. Now
she takes her seat, opens q small Bible, and
seeks from it what comfort she may, while
tears blister the pages. Then she clasps
her hands, and her lips arc tremulous with
mute duplication. Hist!-there is an un-
steady sep in the hall; she kn6,CS IT, Many
Il time, and oft, it has irod on her very heart
strings. She glides down gently to m Get the
wanderer. He falls heavily against her; and,
in maudiin tones, pr, IL ounces a name he had
long since forgotten ..to hunor." Oh! all en-
during power of woman's iovo.--no reproach,
no upbraiding-the slight arm passed around
tina. Keeling figure, (once erect in Goods
own imagery With tender words of en-
treaty, which he is poweress to resist, if he
would, she leads him in. 1t is but u rope
tition of tiOltsa; such vigils! 1t is the
performance of vow, with heroism and
patient endurance too common and everyday
to be chronicled on earth; too holy aud heav-
emily to pass unncticed by the registering
angels" above! HHE
.e.Is.l "Alps wcl?' t..1
False prophet!-ln yondcr luxurious room
sits one whose curse it was, to be fair as a
dream of Eden. Time was, when those
clear eyes looked lovingingly into mothers
face-when grey heared father laid his
trembling hand, with u blessing, on that sun
ny head-when brothers and sisters voice
blended, with her own, in heart-niisic around
that happy hearth. Oh! srltere are tae., n0ao!
Are there none to say TO the repenting Mag
dalen-s'Neithcr do condemn thec-go, and
sin no more." Blust the glidea fetter con-
tinue to bind the soul that loathes it, because
man is less merciGul than God!
bio ".iIs sreli?' -,-
False prophet !-Thcre lies. the dead or
phan. La all the length and breadth OF the
green earth there Was found no shciterlng
nest where that lonely dove could fold It's
wings, when the parent birds had iluwn.-
The brooding wing was gone, that covered
! it from the cold winds of neglect and un-
kindness. Love was its lie; and so-it drop
ped!
False prophet - Sin w"lks the earth in
purple and fine linen; honest property, with
tear bedewcd face, hungers and shivers, ant
thirsts, "whic the publican stands aiar of =
The widow pleads in vain To the crminec
Judge for Justice" and, uUPanished Of iieaUe'
the human tiger crouches i'll his lair, anC
springs upon his helpless prey!
| .Ai's Iseit!"
All yes, all is weli-lor He who "seetl
the end from the beginning" holds crcaiy the
scales OF Justice. I'D = - ShaA get beg f"La-
zaruS." Every human tear is counted
They shall yet sparkle as &c rs in the crown
of the patient aud endr.ing sciple! Wher
the clear, broad light Of eternity shines upon
life's crooked paths, we shall see the snare'
and pitGall from which our .edge Of hiornS ha
fenced us in! and, in the maturity of cur full
grown faith we shall repentingty say-"Fa
lher! not as | will, but as Thou wilt"
FANNY FERN.