The Ohio star. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1830-1854, 1853-10-19

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| of the speaker. 1t was a man miserably poor, to
| Judge by his patched and threadbare garments
| He had outer covering to protect him from
the cold night air. and his old napess hat, that bea-
con-sign of decaylng gentility, looked as if had
been Fortunes foot ball. In the weak, trembling
under lip, the wan, bood-shot eye. the ravages OF
| intemperance were Written in defacing char ac
ters. AT this moment, however, he was in the So
ber possession of all his faculties. Despair and
rsmorse lent urgency and eloqueuee to his accents
For the love of Heaven he again repeated,
direct to a doctor. Though he added with
bitterness, 4 have not a cent in the world to pay
| bim'-
| lam physician" cried Mordaunt, his warm.
| impulsive heart glowing witkin him at the pros
pect of being able to administer relief to suffering
humanity. Show me where you live. will see
what l can do for yonr wife,
The Lord Almighty bless you,' exclaimed the
supplant, the tears that ready 10 flow
from the eyes of the inebriate, washing his bIoat-
ed cheeks.
i wish you joy of your patient said Wiley
This must be the angel who is to stir the waters
of the s,agnant pool of Ifs.'
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steps of his miserable conduct tor, without
ing the sneering remark of Wiley. another man
came rushing along the pavement as if the ayen-
| ger of blood was behind him.
What is the ma;terl' cried Wiley, movieg in
stinctively from the path. Are the blood hounds
let loose to night"
The horses have run away with my MASTER
answered the painting for breath. He has
been thrown upon the pavement. His leg is bro
keu-his arm is fractured. want doctor,
geon, at the quickest possible notice. For the love
of mercy, direct mo to the neares t.
Well. Doctor Mordaunt,' said Wiley, your
star seems to be in the ascendant tonight. l
know this mans master. 1t is Mr.. Goldman, the
modern Cresus. Your fortune is made
i have promised this poor creature to go with
him. answered Mordauut, struggling with the
strong temptation that beset him. The glow of
compassion faded. Turning Suddenly to the
wretched being who had been calling down bles-
sings his head, he said
Tell me where you live. and as soon as have
attended to the gentleman who requires my asss
tance, l will call and see your wife,
%, sir. she is dying-I left her in spasms. She
will die if you delay. You promised me. you
know you did. God gave her life as we'll as the
rich man. If you let her perish, God will Judge
you for it, and man too
! The pale eye of the drunkard kndIed forcely
as he spoke. He forgot that he had been draining
drop by DROP the hearts blood of her whose life he
was requiring vehementIy of another.
He is right, said Mordaunt, heaving off the
Temptation, with long deep inspiration; then di-
recting the servant of Mr.. Goldman to the office
Of DIR. Lewis, an eminent surgeon as well as ply
scian he Immediately followed the rapid but un-
steady steps of his guide.
Yes repeated he to himself, as he walked
along, glad that he had girded himself for the task
of mercy, yes, he is right. Though waves of gold
should roll over my path, they could not drown
the faintest whisper of accusing conscience. Yet,
what glorious opportunity l have lost! Rich
Wiley says he is rich. and riches always give n
ffuence. Let me imag gne the result of the incl
dent. supposing could have profted by this COL
den chance. l am skillful-at least, occuztty so.
He is suffering-I relieve him. He is munifcent
l am grateful He becomes eloquent in praise of
of the young physician, recommends him to favor,
and favor comes fast treading on the heels ofsuc-
cess. Doctor Mordaunt begins to make name
and fame. The poor little bark, that has kept
close to the shore, without favoring gale to fill
its sail. now spreads them calamity to the broezs
and floats fearIessy on the foaming pillows of the
main. All! perchance the rich man has dsueh-
ter-a lovely daughter-far as the dream of the
, poet-a Cordelia in filia tenderness; an Imogen
10 purity, and Juliet in love. She bends in
transport over her recovering father, she bIesses
my healing power. She raises her eyes of dew
ey splendor to my face. The accents of gratitude
which she strives in vain to utter. melt on her
, sweet rosy lips. take her soft hand in mine,
when'-
y Mordaunt was suddenly checked in his senii-
mental reverie by coming in contact with cold
damp wall, whose resistance almost threw; him
backward. His guide had turned into narrow
dark alley. running back of block of buildings
and the damp close air breahed of the mould and
vapors of the tomb. But the pure stars glistened
b through the opening above with concentration
$ of brancy absolutely suulike. Mordaunt realiz
!, ed their immense, immeasurable distance. He
s sighed as he looked up, thinking that thus al
i. that was bright and beautiful seemed to eude him
shining cold and high, auring and battling. One
of exceeding glory rvited his gaze. Up TO the
6 center of the zenith it shone, blazing diamond
on the forehead of night. By sadden Transition
of thought Mordaunt recalled the scene wher
:. the Chaldean shepherds beheld the star in the
East beamiDg above the manger which thu
l., infant God. What glory thrown around power
n ty! A God in a mangeri Should any b.
ashamed of lowliness. when the Deity had wrap
= himself in it, as mantle? Mordaunt felt sub
| e., oil tle oF
d And this sudden lifting of the soul was caused b,
e that one bright, ascendant star, which his wan
of dering gaze had fixed That star was his-h
whole heavens, with their resplendent host, wer
10 his. A soul, capable of taking in this amplitud
g. of glory was his-a heart large enough to embrac
r. all the suffering children of humanity was his
How could he call himself poorl All the dar
IN past was forgntton. - ---