The Davenport gazette. [volume] (Davenport, Scott Co., Iowa) 1841-185?, 1852-09-30

|, their infirmities. Bot these men are need
cd also a. warnings. The moral work.
must have it, light houses. Thousands o
young men are running down upon ths
same rocks on which they were cast away
1.-THE light ofihcir genius has made them
conspicuous, let Us then use their conspi-
Guilty, and throw ray from them, as IRON
. beacon, far out upon the dim and peril
Gus sea.
j Hartley Coleridge was the eldest son ol
Samuel Taylor Coleridge, poet and meta.
phy,icisn. He had some Of bis fathers
gifts, particularly his captivating conver-
sational power, and bis propensity for nov.
ell and profound speculation. He had all
his fathers infirnity Of purpose. 10 the
case Of the son, the reason, as the world Is
now informed 10 biography written BY
his brother, was, that be early became the
slave Of intenperate habits, from which no
aspirations Of bis own heart, no struggles
with the en.laving appetite, and no efforts
Of sympatbizing and sorrowful friends,
could ever deliver him. He gained fel-
Iowship in Orisi College, Oxford, and for
feited il in consequence Of these habits
fIe then cast himself as literary adyen-
,urer, into the wild vortex of London life; I;
failed sadly 10 all bis projects; drank deep
Of the treacherous winecup, often TO bis
own shame, and the chagrin Of bis friends,
from whom he would sometimes hide him
self in places where restraint was unknown
and sbamc forgotten, that he might be de-
livered from their reproachfut pity. in
the end, be betook himself to q cottage in
the North Of England, where, on the sixth
lof January, lS49, he died, not, we trust,
/ without penitcnce and faith in the redeem.
sr Of guilty aud wretched men. He is
buried 10 the Graemers Church. yard, near
1,o tbs yenerated dust Of Wordsworth, who
was always bis very kind and sympathizDg
| friend.
THE STATE Prison CoNvIcT.-Tbe
| following account Of the reformation of q
| coayict. gives very forcible illustration
/ Of the power of love to reform even the
most hardened ofour race.
Many years ago. there was brought to
the State Prison, in Connecticut, man OF
giant stature and Of desperate character,
one whose crimes had for seventeen years
been the terror ofthe country. The nar-
den was christian not in name only, bu,
in s.deed aud ia truth''-one who had
more than usual faith 10 the power OF kind
ness! When the prisoner came, he took of
his irons and addressed him lhus-"Friend,
YOU are now placed in my care; it will be
best for US TO treat each other well as we
eau. shall try to make you a. comforta-
BILE ns possible, and shall be anxious to be
your friend--and hope you will not get me
| Iiu,o difficulty on your account. There is
a cell here for solitary confinement, but !
have never used it, and should be sorry
ever to furn the key upon any human be-
ing in il. You may range the place az
freely as | do-only trust me and will
YOU"
The desperado, though evidently sur
prised, seemed but little affected by this
kindness, and for weeks seemed 10 soften
pery slouly. True, be was no. violent, but
suky nj length word came that he had
attempted 10 break prison! The warden
called him, and charged him with it, but he
gave no reply; his face was dsrkened BY
a ferocious scowi. and bis lips sealed with
sulen silence. He was told it would now
be necessary TO put him 10 the solitary cell.
He was desired to follow the warden, who
went before him, carrying the lamp in one
and and the key in the other. In the mar
rou part d the passage, the warden, a little
light built man, turned short around, and
with an eye beaming with kindness, looked
M full in the face Of tho stout criminal,
and said--aI want 10 know If you have
treated me % ! deserved? | have done
everything 10 make you happy !-have
trusted you, but you have never given me
the least confidence in return! And you
have even planned to get me into difficulty
IL Mi. kind? And yet ! cannot bear to
lock YOU up. II ] had only the least sign
that YOU cared for me"-he had no need to
saw more--it was ! dead shot! it had gone
through the tough rind Of dePravity, and
had reached his very heart. The strong
man was subdned, bursting into tears he
wept like child. ssSir," said he, II have
been a very devil these seventeen years.
but you treat me like q man, and can't
reeist it's "Come," )" ssid the victorious
warden, s.le,'s go backw The free range
Of the prison was again given him, aud
from that hour he became neic xdn!-
opening his heart 10 the kind warden, and
fulfilling the whole term Of his imprison-
ment in cheerfulness and content. tf
The world is just beginning to under
stand the meaning Of the passage. tive love
him because he first loved US. - Christian
Ambassador.
.RETURNED TO DIE"
Under thi. caption, we referred week
or two since to the circamstsnces attend
| ing the death st the rsirroad depot OF Mr..
Isaac w. Lewis, returned Californian Of
this place. Mr.. Lewis was accompanied
oo his journey home, by a Mr.. George
Bartlett, resident Of this place, who had
been 10 California some three years. Bart
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