Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1853-10-12
0gT. II,
TaAita' Department.

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have met with in a long, long time. 1t is a
Temperance Story, giving in detail the eff
fects Of I~ntemperance and the Liquor Traffic,
in tho village Of " Mapleton :" written in a
graceful, captivating manner, and yet bold
and powerful in its delineations and argu-
ments. 1t breathes q spirit Of pure, simple,
unaffected piety, as refreshing as it is rich
and elegant. We received it after night, by
the mails-a simple glance into its pages riy-
eted our attention, and before we could lay
IL down we heard the clock pcaling the short
hours Of the morning. We advise all our
readers to procure a copy, which they can
do by sending 81 to Lewis Colby & Co., 122
Nassau street, New York. 1t is a book Of
some 430 pages, handsomely printed and
neatly bound in cloth.
We give our Lady readers an extract or
two from this excellent work to-day /; and
next week we shall furnish our male friends
with a treat for them, from its pages
pray, Sarah, what arc the facts in ref
erence to your mother? She seems to live
in your mind as an ever-pervading presence,
and ! have always been curious for an ex-
planation.'
'The story is short, but full of meaning
to m orphans mind. My mother was to
me, while she lived, the oracle of God
Thoughts Of Gods goodness and Christ's
love were interviewer with the lullaby of
the cradle and with the stories of the nur-
sery. Nor were her pious assiduities in
vain. Her words dropped upon me like the
gentle showers on the spring grass. My
earliest ideas were ideas of God, my first
words words of prayer, and my childish en-
thusiasm was to be as good as my mother
was,-yea, as good as she represented Jesus
to my young imagination.
'She died when l was eight years old
and such parents death no child ever wit
messed. She was so calm, so sweetly sub
missive, so charmingly lovely, in her sick
ness, that my whole soul was wrapped up
in hers, aud it always seemed to nc a mir
aclo of unbelicf that my dear father was
not won to her faith
1t was midnight continued Sarah,
'when my blessed mother breathed her last.
At her request, | was awaked an hour pre-
vious. When | came to her bedside, she
said, MY sweet Sarah, your mama is dy-
ingp l sobbcd as if | would break my
heart. MY tender daughter said she,
'come once more to your dear mammals
arms With that, the nurse set me on
the bed by her side, and she clasped me in
her cold arms, imprinted the kiss of her
clammy lips upon my check, and said, o,
Sarah, my darling child, remember your
mother died a Christian. She loved Jesus.
She prayed to him continually. She trus-
ted his atoning blood. Remember your
mother said her dying hour was the hap
picst Of her life. Yes, full ~ofhappiness, and
full of hope. There is no happiness, and
no hope, without holiness, my darling
daughter. l leave You in Gods hand. |
know He will take better care of you than
can trust him. My breath is Short she
added, painting. Il am away,-I am away
Angels bcckon me. Jesus smiles me into
heaven. Glory, glory, glory! and with
her last word her breath was exhaled upon
my cheek, her arms still %clasping me in the
cold embrace of death
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'Glad TO sec you at last, Mr.. De Lisle,'
said Julia, rs that gentleman Joined thu
proposed party. What are we ladies, with
out you lords of creation?
much, every way said De Lisle, laugh
ing.
Il hope you mean it in a good sense,
said Julia.
Il mean that you and Miss Harcourt ar,
too fertile in conversation to need my con
tributions.'
Conversation has certainly prospereC
without YOU said Sarah, 'but how mucI
more with you!
1T can never flag where you are, Mis-
Harcourt,' said Julia.
Not when you arc present to call it out,
said Sarah.
Il see you mean to be pleased with eacI
other, and am only surprised that your &C
quaintancc did not begin sooner
Custom would imputc the fault to tn
older resident, | suppose said Julia.
1T is not your fault, Miss Julia. Gu
social relations have taken us in opposit
directions
True, contiguity of location seldor
unites those of opposite tastes said De Lisl
'but you have tastes alike, l think, and wi
easily ooalescc.'
Il mean it shall not be my fault if we d
not said Sarah.
But it seems to us mysterious, Miss HaI
court, that we do not meet you in our p;
ces of amusement. 1t is precisely this CT
cumstancc, hat l am interested in thel
and you are not, which has kept us so Ion
uuacquaintcd. Continent currents are SUI
to mingle.'
perhaps Miss Harcourt is too much O
cupied with literature, poetry, or the fl
arts, to admit of her ~mingling in the seen
of which you speak, said De Lisle.,
/ anu fond of them, sir; but these
not keep me from the amusements of viii
you speak. 1 have no relish for the
and besides, they are many of them pre-
dicial to virtue and happiness. 1t won
please my father to have me go, but as
sees me 50 happy without, he is content
mo relish for amusements That
very strange in one of your years, said
Lisle.
Il like amusement, sir, but not those
which you speak. | love to be out amo
the trees, the foliage, the flowers; to breat
the sweet breath Of morning to sport
long the shore and in many ways, at no
and abroad, TO rccreate myself. 1t MAJ