Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1853-02-09

killed your paF Grace, but it is resort SO
dreadful. l 4 mt know why it is, father,
but can't beat thought your tasting
wine, mean, 3a know
Grace, does Asthing so trifing trouble
you, my child? sskcd the judge, mOurnful-
ly.
'0h, my father. trifing Is it trifing to
become by-word4 4-a-a--I do not like to
say the word, fathet for you never will be
one {; but strong minds have fallen and do
you remember, you have told me I am your
good angels it wong for me TO warn
you Ia
Wrong! my good angel Yes. you are
my good anget5s~myIvery idol, | fear he
exclaimed, clasping and holding her tightly
to his bosom. Wrong no you can do
nothing ,sgrsssg yeu knownot whatit is to
have conscience eating in-to feel the long
years of, guilt But what-what was it,
Grace?' lhe exclaimed, suddenly rousing
himself 'Was it the wine? Oh, the wine!
Do you far for me, my child ?
Yes. fther,' said Grace; softly and ear
nest!y.
And would you have me promise you.
my childf-my good little, protecting angel
shall promise you never to touch this
enemy q
oh, If you please, father. Come what
may, whatever disappointment, don't touch
it. l have often wanted to ask you, at din
ner, when sometimes it has made you act so
wild-like but | had no courage. Oh faith.
er, will you promise me 2
1 will, Grace
Never to touch it--not even to sip it !!
Never to touch it-not even to sip it,
repeated the Judge solemDly. Grace, the
habit was gaining on me. Thank God you
may save your father from crime more than
once ycSss
From crime
1 mean You know speak as al
men do, Grace. We are liable, In strong
temptation, to do wrong, and let those thanh
God who have an angel daughter, as | have
to put forth the protecting hand
Had Grace beheld the quivering lips tn
tears rapidly chasing each other down thos
furrowed cheeks, her sensitive heart woul(
have taken the alarm instantly but she wa
sweetly resting her head, half on bis bosom
half on his arm, delighted that she ha,
found courage to ask the momentous ques
ton, and eratifed at her fathers promise. lie
faith in him was unbounded, and she neve
questioned his sincerity.
1t is not the first time that an innocen
: child has been the instrument Of saving a
erring parent. 1t is not the first will nc
be the last
SILENCE succeeded for one little moment
I knew Il, a9sEerea E rearallrsdf asfl5 is false
! Oh, my father who would wish so wal
, tonly to bfuise my poor heart knew nc
that bad an enemy. That terrible, terri
: BILE letter | remember nothing Of its cor
tents save one thing
e Never mind it now, Grace; but sleel
r love, sleeps
If it had been true, father, should hav
, gone mad, I do believe | should
4 doubt it not, he replied, moodily.
b oh, dear father, it is so sweet to feel n
v lief from such a burden. Now, father, 90
!, your own rest. It is late, is it not Yc
II can leave me I shall sleep sooE.
(, Not till | have seen you in dream-land
h he murmured, in his own playful manne
though his very brain was burning, as thoue
Goals of fire had been literally heaped up(
l. his head
y She smiled, and soon sank into a gent
III slumber but the wretched man did n
lie leave her room. All night be knelt in t
ar same place, almost motionless, finding in
~ kind of stupor the relief that sleep denie
Ill TO BE CONTINUED.