Spirit of the age., 1853-05-04

ed his daughter. She was not wealthy, but
nature had made her beautiful and amiable,
and the hand of cultivation had played no
mean part on her brilliant mind and exquls-
ite taste. Yet she couldn't think with her
Pa. In the quiet shades of ofdomeStlclty, un-
der the watchful eye of her mother, knowl-
edge had increased thought expanded-yir-
tue and truth-vice and sin, assigned their
respective places. But now that her father
was so ispleased-represented her loss IN
Mr.. Leer so great, she was half regrettng,
half repenting impatient for time to roll a
long, almost hoping Leer would give occasion
to prove to her Pa the correctness of her views.
K
Weeks and months passed on: Kate gathering
new beauties, new graces-throWing them a.
long her pathway, in the social circle, and
where pleasure held its swav-the idol, the
worshiped of every behoider. But none who
bowed at her shrine could compare with Mr.
/ Leer-none richin metallic charms-whose
| praises her father sung-whose magic Mr..
Leer adored. And Kate, too, had learned
| to covet the gem-lament, deplore the loss OF
4 him who possessed them so abundantly-with
whose name she had been tortured and tan
talized, till she wished him back again to
let such little things, rob her of so much
bliss
And this lovely creature, possessing al
that was bright and beautiful, pure and ho
ly was only used as bait to catch again thu
giittering eer-over-burdened with vice anC
corruption. And she gave her hand to him
in whose capacity to lead her over the shoals
and ills of life, she had not the least conf
dence. And the day dawned which was t.
deprive-irer Of that lovely home-the scene
IOfT md tho EolJ or x,-L1 al
she had gamboled-the walks where the ros
and violet were plucked And there too
, sat her mother under whose affectionat
smile she had entwined the fairest wreat
; and slipped the sweetest draught, thinking 0
him who would one day crown her bliss wit
, his presence.
! Now she lays beneath the green grass !
> Pleasant is her resting place, quiet her re
. pose-and her memory, like the odor of swee
smelling flowers, still fingers in the hearts G
= all who knew her, as the endeared object c
:, patience, sweetness, and res ignatlon. Thre
= years had scarcely marked their union, er
the intoxicating cup threw a shadow upO
! her life, which spread and thickened int
gloom and despair, till hope was gone, spil
: its crushed, health destroyed, even reaso
., whirled-nature gave way, and the lovel
: spirit passed from earth to Heaven. Bu
= will not this being who once lighted cart
g with her presence, at some time catch tn
= thoughts Of her wayward husband, reproving
y yet pleading most eloquently, affectionatel
. for repentance and reformation ? He is no
- a vagrant and vagabond in the community
! the never-failing sign of the grog-shop an
% ticker. And his little boy and girl, will
- out the protecting arm of wealth and afal
t' ence, in this wide, wide world-untutore
! ; and nlottered-strangers to the refnemen
u and elegancies, the smiles and affection
!, which shone on the early life of theirparent
~ But kind Heaven is above them-their mot
:, er's spirit in them-and her councilin2
~ "green on memory's waste'-their guardia
= angel ruling, leading them in the paths
n m virtue and integrity, and pointing to h.
- own bright home in Heaven.