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Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1853-07-13

weeping willow tree, where slept the silent
dead, and where the idiot boy knelt over
the grave of his father, with his pale face on
the dewy sod, praying for the forgivness of
his trespasses even as he forgave those who
trespassed against him Many who heard
it wept, but the sleeping father heard it
not.
Mary, the elder widow, was devoutin the
moral duties Of life and she looked for a
rest from life's troubles in world of end
less peace. And the messenger came and
cut loose the life-cables that bound her to
the coast of Time, and she crossed the OR
dan of Death and hope dropped its anchor
within the vale of the skies She lays be-
side her cider born beneath the weeping
willow tree and the many colored bow
beams on their graves
Margaretta was not long to fight the bat
ties of life; her struggles heretofore had
been too great for her, and the canker of
disease began to feed upon her vitals. She
lay upon an humble bed in a scantily fur
nished cottage painting and gasping for her
failing breath. She placed her trembling
hand upon the child's head and tears filled
her eyes to blindness, when she thought of
leaving the poor idiot without a mother
watchful care. She wept painfully while
the idiot slowly repeated his time worn pray
er The mothers face caught the ETHEREAL
light of the dying and with her last words ::
God bless thee, my boy" she was with
her Divine Master Poor little Willie wept
when he saw strong men laying the only be-
ing on earth he loved in the cold ground
he knew not it was mother; but he wept
bitterly and folding his pale hands submis-
siyely he said
Thy will be done!'
She is laid by the side of the husband
she loved 50 passionately, and with whom
she commenced life so prosperously. Flow
ers and green grass grow on the freshly
moved sod beneath the weeping willow tree,
and the bright bow of God beams on their
graves
A humane woman took the idiot boy to
her warm home, and treated him with kind
ness but he began to pine and to die slow
ly and by degrees. Ere six months had
flown he laid helpless on white couch and
a smile played on his palid face. He rails,
ed his little hand heavenward and whisper.
ed softly his dying words
THY kingdom come p
He sleeps in death close beside his moth
er's dust, beneath the weeping willow tree
flowers bloom laughingly above their sight
less eyes and the bright, eternal, cove
naut bow of God beams softly on theil
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SECTION LII.

And babe was born to the joyful pa
rents, and it was living tie that bound
their hearts more firmly together in bonds
that death $ cold Gngeralone could untether.
And the babe cried vexingly when it
first started the toilsome journey of life =
bat those who were older smiled and were
filed with joy on boholding the innocence
of the babe.
And the father named his first-bOrn
Willie, and by this name he was called !;
but it was long time, the mother thought,
ere he knew when she pronounced the
sweet sound of Willie, that it was his own
little cherub self she was meaning.
But as he grew older when she caressed
and called him so tendcrly by his name, he
one day leaped with JOY from the bosom
where he was nestled, aud with conscious
intelligence looked in her face and smiled
She caught him in her arms and pressed
him closely to her heart that was Auttering
with newly awakened Joy, and memory
ran back to the day when she was child
and she pictured the bow her little dead
brother once saw, and she thought the bow
was beaming.
And the infant smiled chcerfully again
aud she thought it was like the bright rays
of the beaming bow.
The babe smiled again and again in the
mothers face, and it was radiant with
beauty:
&" 1t lay upon its mothers breast, thing
Bright as n dcw-drop whenit first descends
Or as the plumage Of an angels wing,
Whereeyery tintofrainbow beauty blends y
And it smiled on its father, upon its
grandmother and upon its own idolizing
mother severally aud by turns. And i
grew in strength, in size and in intelligence
as it waxed older, and it learned simpl
words and could shout loudly for its Papa
its Mother and Grandma And the bah
was
a we'll spring of pleasure in the house."
Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1853-07-13

by comparing the statements of planters
from various States, we have como to tLs
conclusion that, as general thing, planters
SOW their cotton seed too early. Who has
not watched this early planting and its inevi-
table results? The cotton, doubtless, comes
up well, the planter congratulates himself
on tlne stand, but presently the damp dcws
and chilly mornings stunt the cotton. tho
lice get upon It, aud day after day the anx-
lous planter expects to see his cotton grow
right OF but IN this lie is disappointed per-
haps after month careful culture, working
and nursing it as you would sick child, i
hnaiiy begins to grow. and then he finishes
the final reduction Of the stand and even
this must be done with care, for the plant
has become so sensitive that the slightest
bruisc kills it. Much labor and tine is thus
actually thrown away.
| Cotton planted much later comes up under
a moro mellow atmosphere, Is rot subjected
to the chilly dews. and the consequence is
that in very short time it surprises tho
early planted Gotten. and appears more Wig
orous and thrift y during the whole of the
season. Tie experience of hundreds will
bear testimony to this fact. Yet in the face
Of so much experience, and so MANY disap.
pontments. vel have known planters to pitch
their crops early, with reference to a suppos
5 ed drowth, or some other sad misfortune,
: which possibly might overtake them in the
summer. and thus subject themselves to the
loss Of time and much valuable labor.
, We take up journals. even at this late
n date in the month, and we hear from manJ
e places expressions Ike the following nv
D cotton is just beginning TO grow Another
r says: Although we bad good stand at
first, my cotton would not grow, and great
, part of it died out, giving US much annoy
: : ance in replanting.'
: We could multiply quotations of this sort
/. to almost any number, culled from the vari
e Gus States around US all going to show tha,
: as a general thing, our planters pitch thei,
;; crops too early. and consult, too much 70,
= their own good, probable change in tat
: seasons it Is very seldom indeed that vol
will better your condition bv regarding th:
r:Eds and tie rains Soxttevr Cr@Er
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Written for the Spira Of tie Age.
THE TWO WIDOWS
AND
TA e &D&0E 3 Q <.
BY WILL: WILLOWILL.
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[coNcLUDED.l
Part Second.
SECTION I.

They stood before the man Of God and
pledged sacred vows of love and fidelity
on the altar it was vowed and In the
presence of many witnesses. Gay festiv-
tiles and mirth rcigned in the richly deck
ed mansion, and JOY and unsullied happi-
ness ruled supremely. The ringing laugh
Of youth and the low merry making of old
age joining notes and it sounded merrily
through the hall, hung with gorgeous tape
try. The air trembled with the unison
OF the voice of song from many lips, aud
the rich minstrelsy of the we'll tuned harps
and stringed guitars. Within the mansion
walls there was great JOY and merriment
and all said it was q happy union Of kim
dred hearts. Aud we will not gainsay it !;
for Preston Hume was one Of nature snoble-
men in principle and comely to look upon.
His estate was ample, and nothing seemed
likely to mar the peace of the life whose
lists he was entering so joyfully He had
just grown to manhood, blooming with ra-
diant health, descended from an honorable
family, sober, industrious, moral, under the
tongue Of good report and possessing great
riches of earth's stores, we need not wonder
that it was said it was goodly match, when
he stood at the altar and pledged his mu-
tual vow with the fair heircss, the lovely
Margarctta Holbrook.
And they were happy; for they loved
with deep and passionate devotion and
their wealth purchased the ease, the COM
fort, the luxuries that thousands toll for
and never obtain. And the widow-the
mother was happy; for she saw her only
child in the enjoyment of unmingled joy,
and of this shewas happy, and she was hap
py that carth's best gifts were theirs, and
that the treasures of peace and prosperity
were showered in their palace home.
The neighbors saw they were happy and
told them of their bliss and they were not
Ignorant of it, and they bowed reverently
before the Throne and thanked God for his
benefits
And in this way year passed,
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The WIFE. by men and angels, and
earth with its hills
Then Willie. Lead us not into temp
tation'
The WIDOW. 'And praise from the
ocean and sky
The WIFE. From the tall cedars and
the stars to shine to Thy praise
Then Willie. Deliver US from evil
The WIDOW. The winds and the gen
tie dew shall sing Thy praise
The WIFE. And the singing harvest
shower
Then Willie. thine is the kingdom
The Widow. And it shall praise Thee,
Lord
The WIFE. Ton harps that never tire
shall sing
Then Willie. 'The power
The Widow. 'Of Thy Triune Majesty
The Wife. Until the echo fills the sky
with the harmony
Then Willie. 'And the glory
The W1doC 'Praising forever
The Wife. And ever Thy Holy name.'
Then Willie. amen and Amenv
And the united voices of the worship.
pers died away in the drunkard's home,
and the deep silence of the SOULS utter
sadness reigned within the dreary walls
The tongue of Time tolled the midnight
watch from the church steeple of the vii
lage, and the solemn echo grew fainter and
yet fainter until its last feeble note was lost
in the air. And at that late hour the hus.
band, the father and the drunkard reeled
into the room where his patient wife was
awaiting his return, with tears in her eyes,
and he fell on the bed drunk with wine
eursing madly at his little Willie, his pa,
tient wife, and his God
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SECTION III.


This world is full Of changes; the sky of
to-day may be shrouded in black, conten-
4ious clouds, that roll and toss their gloomy
folds until the wild winds grow angry, and
with shrieking howls give them stern battle
until the heavens seem shut up forever,
aRd the bright sun disdaining to cheer US
again with his cnlivening beams. But on
the morrow a clear, laughing sky may
oyerspread the earth; the sun may shower
. thousand beams like shivered gold among
the dewy flowers, sparkling and bright I;
and the little birds that hid under the raf-
ters Yesterday may come fitting out and
lodge among the zephyr stirred boughs and
sing, and carol, and coo to each other right
merrily.
So it is in the heart Of man; changes
are written there too-changes from gay
ness TO gloom. To-day he may be abound
ing in Joy, with heart that knows no
gloom or sorrow, with every emotion ex-
hitting with gladness, with his sky clear Of
All clouds that darken and dismay; and
ON the morrow his sun may rise as if weep
inc blood, with his soul troubled and sink
inc within him with the shadows of mid
night in his path at monday and terrible
JaIkness around and over him, pressing
Lim 10 the earth with its grievous burthen
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SECTION w.


Tittering with jolly glee willy Satyr
had wound its net around the life, the soul
of Preston Hume. Half coaxing, half
commanding it removed him from his own,
hearthstone, his wife and his little Willie,
and set him down with his captive COM
rades to join the chorus song of mirth to
the Satyr's praise for her decoying bait
And at midnight he sat in the Hall of
Bacchus, where the walls were hung with
rich paintings of the vine-wreath loaded
heavily with crimson grapes and goblets of
silver catching the purple juice. And his
soul feasted on the music of his comrades
merry glee; on the Bacchanalian cymbals
notes; on the mellow warbling reed, and
on the pouring of the wine-waves from the
rich goblct's lips in their clashing, splash
ing, dashing song.
And the Satyr led him to her enticing
board, and poured the bright and sparkling
wine-waves down his throat until he grew
wild with merriment and it burned in his
blood in every quivering sinew, in every
vital part; whirled its eddying stream
through his dizzy brain and sped its electric
flash Ger every thrilling nerve, until he
grew wild with its madness, and cursed his
God
And his soul was ecstatic with the Pro-
m@thean fire, and the voice of the cymbal,
the ringing tabor, the signing flute and the
warbling reed that Bacchus had bid to en-
liven his feast, filled his heart with gladness,
or.1 hia-l;Pe aud tongue Joineo the chorus
glee of the Satyr's drunken train
Hail Bacchus, hail Hail, God ofjoy,
Shout, comrades, shout his merry sway /;
Hol sorrows lips loud praise employ,
With Bacche's wine sing care away!
ITo! Bacche, Ho!
King Bacche, Ho!
And he threw his gold and silver in the
Satyr's purse, singing her praises until he
slept with his own pocket empty amid the
silent mods of drunken cheer
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SECTION V.


The widow, the wife and little Willie,
who was now above four years old, were
alone in their quiet home The warm fire
was blazing cheerily the hearth-stone was
shining; the clear lamp was burning bright
ly; the wife's heart was burthened with
sadness little Willie was crouched at her
feet gazing at the tear-drop that cleaned
in his mothers eye; the widow was read
ing aloud the immutable promises of God
from His Holy Word the husband and
father was joined with his comrades in the
Bacchanalian Temple, singing the choral
song to the tittering Satyr, that was lead
ing him down to the drunkard's death, to
the drunkard's grave and to the drunkard' 5
doom:
Ho! dew-beads bright, the vine bestud-
Ho! morning gales the strain prolong
No care rides 'pon the wine-wave's flood,
So comrades shout our choral song:
Ho Bacche, Ho!
King Bacche, Ho!
And while the strain of the Satyr's band
was trembling its cxultant notes mid drum
ken cheer in the Bacchanalian Temple, the
widow, the wife and little Willie were
bowed at the Holy Altar, and they com
muned aloud with the Father of all
The Widow. Majestic, Mighty, Mos
High Lord
The Wife. Thou gavcst to Eve grea
comfort in deep trouble
Then Willie. Our Father which art il
Heaven
The WTdor Give to us strength t
bear our sorrow in calmness.'
The WIFE. Father of Eve, it is create
than her daughters can withstand
Then WtlLe. 'Hallowed be Thy name
The Wido,c I'VE know Thy love en-
dureth beyond the ancient hills of Horeb
The Wye. And regardest the fall c
the sparrow
Then Vile. 'Thy kingdom come
The Widow. The thorns of afflictio
hedge our path
The WE. But Thou can st send peac;
as water to Hagar in the wild waste
Then Vile. Thy will be done in cart
as in heaven
The WidoV. Give joy to our heart
again
The Wj3. By setting the intemperat
: captive free
Then Willie. Give us this day OF
daily bread
The WidoW. Burst the Satyr's chair
that bind him.
: The Wife. And we will praise Thee wit
: our voices
Then Vile. Forgive us our debts
e we forgive our Debtors
The WIDOW In fo-g;vins Thou 9
/. worthy Of all praise
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CoRREcrloN-We copied into last weeks
paper an article from the Goldsborough Re-
publican and Patriot, in regard to the locati-
on of Carolina City on the waters Of Beau
fort harbor, and stating that Gov. Morehead,
Smith & Colby, Mr.. Underwood, of Fayette-
vile, and others were interested in it, In
conversation with Gov. Morehead we have
learned that he is not in any, way engaged in
the enterprise spoken of. He owns land. or
has an interest in land, to some extent on
Shepard's Point but We understood from
him that it was entirely separate and distinct
from the tract in which Mr.. Underwood is
interested, and on which the new city loca-
ton is spoken Of We believe that Gov. NJ
does not wish to interfere in any way with the
enterprise of gentlemen in these public spirit
ed times but in consideration Of his connec
tion with the improvements in progress and
contemplation in the State, it is just to hin
that the public should understand the eorrec
1 ton which vc hare here made.
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And he threw his gold and silver in the
Satyr's purse, singing her praises until he
slept with his own pocket empty amid the
silent mods of drunken cheer
Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1853-07-13

I Cdn.-Of course you can. You show
it in your looks, in your speech, and every
thing else. Every attitude shows that your
body has soul, and is inhabited by resolu-
ton and moral sense. | CAN. A brave,
hearty, soulful, vigor, determination, and will
in it. The words have spirit, sparkle, and
pungency about them not to be resisted or
forgotten.
There is world of meaning expressed,
nailed down. epigramized, and rammed, SO
to speak, in those few letters. Whole lee
lures arc there, and sermons Of mighty gran
deur and eloquence, on the stern and noble
virtues.
We more than admire to hear the young
man speak it out bravely, boldly, deternin-
ed, as though il was an out-stretching Of bis
entire nature-a reflection of his inner soul.
It tells ofsomething that is earnest, sober
serious Of something that will race and
battle with the world, when the way is open
for it.
CAN! What spirit, purpose, intensi
ty, reality, in the phrase. 1t is a strong arm
stout heart, a bold eye, firm spilit, an
indomitab,e will. We never knew mar
possessed of its energy. vitality, unsubduee
and energetic fire, that did not attain a place
of some distinction among his fellows.
How should, we may say. how could j
have been otherwise Take Franklin, Wash
ington, Wilberforce, Ferguson, La Place
and all the master spirits that have found
name aud place on the page Of history, ant
where is the people among whom they
would not be distinguished
1t would rot be otherwise 1t is the ma
ture, constitution, order, necessity, the YER
ineyitabiity Of things and events that shoul'
be so. | CAN, rightly and truly said. an,
then clinched and riveted by the manly an
heroic deed, is the real secret, the tru
philosophy Of all great mems lives. The
took CAN for motto, and then went fort
and made Of themselves and the world exac
ly what they pleased.
Then, young rnan, hear US, if it be onl
this once. you would be something MOI
than a common, prosy way-farer in life, ju
put these magic words on your lips, and I'll
musing, hopeful, expanding philosophy
your heart and arms.
Say CAN, and do it, and you are ma
whose fortune will be made ;and you blesse
with tie recollection Of making j. yourself.
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SECTION TX.

bEC11ON Ia,
Poor good old Mary, she was widow
and Margaretta, she, who was once hap
py little girl with her little brother on the
bright covenant bow and believing it was the
thornless pathway to the blue skies, she,
too was a widow and little Willie he was
a poor fatherless idiot! The two Widows and
the Idiot Boy might have been rich in the
goods Of earth, but the tittering Satyr
had robbed them of it, and cast it at the
feet of the foul visaged god, a tribute for
the death of his victim, singing:
Ho Bacche, ho
King Bacche, no!
Cheerily o.
Sing Bacche no !
so! Bacche, 10 -
The bereaved sufferers made frequent
pilgrimages to- the pensive shade of the
weeping willow tree, carrying flowers tc
deck the graves withal, and they knelt there
in Holy audience with Him who ruleth
praying for hope, for comfort, for rest from
trouble and grief. Poor little Willie pray
ed with them with his short, disconnected
prayer addressed fervently to q Our Fathel
who art IN Haven" The prayer his mothel
taught him IN early childood was never for
gotten for in disconnected manner b.
could repeat every word of it and this alon
was all that was left him all beside wa
blank This circumstance attached
mournful interest to the idiot boy, and man
stern heart was made to grow sad, an
many a stern eye was made to weep, whe
the plaiutive melody of the Lords Praye
came signing On the gale that swept by ii
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SECTION VIII.
1t was long ere poor little Willie recov-
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