Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1852-10-06

felt as if he would gladly have been way, bu
ne had sold himself to the miser and he mus
obey his stern behest. He tapped gently OF
the door and low voice bid him in He en-
tered the chamber Of poverty, and this was tht
scene: A few miserable articles of old anC
dlngy furniture were propped against the wall
inc single window that gave a ray of light to
that garret room was open and broken of it:
sash and panes, some weather beaten clothing
an old tattered shawl, among other things
were pinned and nailed about it, but the winc
screamed through in spite of it; some unfn
ished pieces Of clothing were thrown on bro
ken bench, doubtless the property of some
I merchant down town; some cups, a few plates
"nu 41iVt5 were ofI Il biaC3 asne,lse lesalz Z,
shelf over freless CRATE stretched on the
only bed IN the room was the widow De Vail
struggling with disease and death, and kneel-
ing at her side was young female holding
the chilling hand in hers and sobbng piteous-
ly. Lcvere stood in the middle of the room
and gazed at what he saw In a low, painting
voice Mrs. De Vail said:
Mr.. Wingfed's man, suppose 81
Yes, madam said Leyere, and am sent
on unpleasant business
i q expected it, said the widow. but will
you tell Mr., Wingfeld that was diving p
Yes continued the widow, tell him | was
dying, the reason why came not to pay nv
rent, but he shall not 60 without it, here, Julia.
the man has come for the rent, get it from un-
der my pillow
Julia obeyed her, and from under the death
pillow took out the pieces of silver and Gaye
them to the widow. Here said the dyinp
woman, take it, give il to the miser and tell
him how and where you got it,.
Levere took the money and offered a re-
cept, but she refused it saying that she soon
would be in Eternity 1!
1t was solemn scene and one that took
deep possession ofthe mind of the little French
man. The widow was dying and Rudolph
stood gazing on her pale face rs it grew more
and more ETHEREAL in proportion to the near
ness OF her approach to the unending day of
eternity. She spoke Of her thousand heart
struggles with poverty, spoke of Julia and
spoke familiarly of dying. Levere was entran-
ced at what he saw and heard in the garret
room OF his mserly master He drew near
her bedside and it was evident that the dyinu
woman had said something that had deeply in
terested him. He begged her to tell him ofthe
past, out she was too far gone to attemptit and
she lay painting and struggling in the cold en-
brace OF Death Julia was weeping and Le-
we're was deeply moved at her grief and with
kind hands he laid back her curIs and looked
scrutnizngly in her every feature, seemed to
Oe scanning her closely, as if endeayoring to
recall some vague recollection of years lono
since past. The dying woman wound hercold
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last feeble throes Of weary, dying life. 1t was
A scene that Levere could not witness unmoyed
and he wept The dying widow saw the
Frenchman's tears and she took him by the
hand saying:-
sThcn your heart is not so hard as your
! masters for YOU can weep at pictures OF woe.
| All stranger, this is wicked world poverty
beeds on every hand, and alas how few there
be 20 pity or bind balm to sorrows ranking
wounds From day to day | have toied and
in the silent hours of night wore out my life to
add to the wealth of the rich All stranger,
this is wicked, aoickea world :
i Levere Wept like child and begged the
widow to tell him of the past; it seemed that
there was some fearful secret that LeVere was
almost dying to hear and he passionately i'm
plored the dying woman to tell him OF the pas
history concerning herself and daughter.
Alas said she, she is not my daughter, shC
{ was the gift ofa wretche3 female who was be
trayed and ruined by. All stranger
dare not tell the fatal secret; let it die witt
me. Julia has ever been taught to cail M
' mother, but am not-she is not my child
though she drew nourishmcnt from my dyin
c bosom Yes. stranger ann dying now, dy
$ inr-and Julia, WHO will be your protecto
/ when am gone? The Fathern Heaven wi
$ lead you to green pastures, If You will be hi
le lamb aud look to him as your Shepherd an
y. your God, but alas who will guide your you'll
e ful feet through this wicked selfish world
in Levcre wept at what he saw and heard lili
ne a chlld and to the agoHized cries of Julia
I'd spoke words of comfort.
ed "Stranger," said the dying woman. Z" yC
r. seem to weep, and have always thought tn
W the being who could truly weep at the misc
10 of others was not wicked and selfish at hea
il and | feel willing to conide the keeping
ny this tender flower to your care. Will you
A father to her as have been Il mother, VIII
p- / am in my grave :"
Levere wept and madeno answer. The
go ing woman continued
rht = A helpless babe she was given to me
.u- its miserable mother, and on her knees 5
Iu- implored me to rear it and hope for my
ward in Heaven. My course is now run a
the the tender child, who has hitherto believed
at her maternal parent must again be east up
his the world untaught of its wickedness. w
lse will be her protector Stranger, will you
ex- "Oh give tell me Of her early history
ore exclaimed Leyere.
ow Promise me before Heaven that you '
-! be her protector and shield her from the e,
ing Of the world, and will give you her hist
with my own"
his 81 promise; nay, swear before Heave
will" said the Frenchman earnestly, at
ter same time laying his hand on MS heart. I
,th- diving widow directed Julia tohand her Ii
1T casket; this was done and she placed it in
hands Of the Frenchman saying:
hey Z" In this casket is manuscript contain
re- our little history, written with my own h;
to Take it and at your leisure let it be exami
s. Take Julia, who is now an orphan, and
airs her in the hope of the comforts of Holy
81 ligion, and look for your reward in Heave
lren Poor Child her maternal parent has long 5
sus- slept her troubled life away in death, and s.
urly |, too, shall be in eternity. Poor child,
an" YOU find happiness here and hereafter"
arch the poor widow soon fell asleep, peacef
told talking of her foster-chid and her unclol
t his hopes of Heaven!
il he The Sisters of Charity came and dressed
and cold clay of the widow for its future hon
. m the orave-chamber and Ieyere before h