Daily American telegraph., 1852-07-22
AMERICAN TELEGRAPH.
from the National Era,
Our Minister'S Second Wire'
ICONTINUEp I
CHAP III.
ny MARY IRVING

CHAP H.
A Gwife!n It is a sacred word, however i
NAV have been degraded in this world, sine
Eve lost Paradise And the wife OF a month
live she in cottage or in palace---the 1oife
mean. who e,nbodieS all the strong strange
beautiful significance of that soul breathing
words sacred creature, yeled in her owI
dreams, hallowed by the sweetest smile that
the Father of Love and Light ever drops upon
the heart of an earth -dweller Such Wiie
was Emily Young-the flower OF Georgian
soil, transplanted by her husbands heart and
hand to the snow-topped hills OF New England.
But we must not stand in the way OF the
impatient villagers.
Hushl II is Sunday morning, and the great
church is crowded to overfioWing. Never did
it hold such a congregaton-never did Sab
bath congregation compress so much excite
ment | wonder if some of those young men
in the gallery will not feel tempted to hurrah
when their straining eyes light upon the good
minister again! Those restless women, too. in
the corners of all those pews! How they fd-
get, and thump with their knuckles the stub
by-headed children who are so presuming as
to fdget, too and climb the seats to peep about
They were sorely disappointed last night; they
meant to have caught glimpse at least; but
the travellers came in long after nightfall.
Hush every breath is drawn, every sound
hushed save the fall of a pew-cricket which
child has overturned by quick spring
for-here come the minister and his wife
That she That our minister's wife /"
The unbroken silence was most ominous.
No rustling back into seats, no deep-drawn
breath of satisfaction, broke the suffocating
stiffness of that crowded church, as white,
willowy, young, beautiful fair vision foated up
the broad aisle to the minister's pew.
Oh! she acas too young too fair, to cling thus
to the gray-headed, care-worn man at her side;
and if they had blamed him, instead of her
SO gently, at least, as they had been wont to
blame him for his imprudent acts--it might
have been better.
Her dress-her dress ~ repeated one, in
agitated whisper, just as the BRIDE passing
int, her pew, lifted her gossamer veil, and
t,,rne d her rose-lit face, with timid blush of
child-h <e pleading, on one-half the congrega-
ion.
There ba, been spring snow-storm the day
hofora ond !, Ne air was chill enough for cloaks
and furs But What should Emily have known
of snow-stormsq She on whom even frost
flake had never fa. zen : She only knew that
she was bride-ano, ,s orioe, sne tnought
she must dress So, in 'er gauze-hke wedding
dress Of feeciest muslin. with costly but
sI;aht scarf of white and a zure, and the fairy
ba3 ber c;tv m;lliner had |, 'aded with bridal
flowers Emily Young made iNer first appear
ance before her astounded paris. moners
aWhy did not her husband teach her bet
ter ~ do hear you ask? Mr.. Young was no
dabbler in the department of a lacy's dress
He had, however suggested to his wife, rs she
was dressing for church that morning
at is colder here than in Georgia. Emmy
hadn't YOU better put on your blue merino ~
And she had answered, with the hali-quizz-
cal. halfwilful smile OF petted child-wite,"
& A bride in blue how ridiculous" J"
"But if you should take cold?"
aOh no, indeed have always been used to
dress in white; and you know ! am hall
smothered with flannel wrappers"
So the poor bride decked herself, like lamb
for sacrifice, to be victimized by those whom,
for her husbands sake, she most desired to
please-his people
Her heart flew up to her throat, when, en-
tering that large church, she first encountered
that avalanche of curiosity. But she brayely
ran the gauntlet of those hundreds Of searching
ewes vet not unscathed if one might judge by
the deeper crimson that now and then dyed the
roses of her cheeks. Involuntarily she turned,
on entering the large empty pew, to see wheth-
er her husband was not to follow her. Then,
in an instant remembering that the minister
was in his own church, and that she was his
wife, she took her seat with graceful dignity
and opening her gilded Bible, dropped her vel,
to screen the heart that, as she fancied, showed
its beatings too plainly through the transpa-
rent ingenious face.
She sat forcibly upright, trying to still her
pulses: but she trembled in spite of herself
with a deeper chill than that of the atmo-
sphere--the chill that freezing looks were cast
ing upon her---until her husband arose in the
pulpit.
It was not until then that his people had
leisure to take special notice of him. Tears
came to the eyes of many as they now looked
up to him whom they had not hoped to sec
again on earth Health had dyed his once
hectic cheek with q steady glow. Happiness
had stolen back upon the track of Time, and
given him one of his younger years to live over
again: but the frosts of sorrow had not fallen
from his head. That head was now bowed in
emotion unutterable as he stood there, silently.
tearfully stretching out his hands in blessing
over his long Loved flock
Tears sprang to Emily's eyes, too as she
caught his glance A calm fell on her heart,
from the hands outspread above her. And
when. in low, tremulous scarcely audible tones,
the pastor at last began the prayer Of thanks
giving for such reunion, she bowed her head
and took the balm of the blessed words to heI
inmost soul
When the sermon began, she fixed her eye'
on the speaker He, inspired as he was, By
love, hope, and happiness, was unusually elo
quent that day It was not long before sh'
forgot that there was another being in the uni
verse save her beloved and the God he wa
worshipping. The closing sentence dropped
her again to earth and as she turned her eye
on his congregation, they kindled from tn
loving pride that lighted her hearts altar