The Port Gibson reveille. (Port Gibson, Miss.) 185?-1857, 1853-03-02

bonnet, and being joined by Frederic, th,
caaringe drove rapidly away.-Never was
there couple started out on the journey o.
life with brighter prospects, than Frederic
Vance and his lovely bride.
For a time Frederic was happy in the love
Of his wife; spending bis leisure time in her
company, and deyoting himself entirely to
her welfare. he studied only for her happi-
ness-Poor Coral she thought life was but a
joyous holiday. and she the happy partici-
pant. But Alas! how soon are the bright
visions Of youth dispelled like those beauti.
ful images which fit around the couch OF
dreams, they can never be realized
Frederic was Of a gay and reckless nature,
fond Of jest and song, be was consequently
iayorite Of the young men Of the village /:
for several months. however, he was true to
his aiiectionaie young wife, Little by little
his old habits Of carousing returned upon
him, 50 insensbly, too, that he became TO-
tally Indifferent to the charms Of home, and
iound pleasure away from love and Cora. In
vain did she reason and entreat-he became
regardless Of the cntreaties Of his wife, and
gave himself up to an unsuitable thirst OF
that poison, intoxicating drinks There
were times that Frederic would pause in his
wild career, and then hope would once more
buoy mp the heart Of Cora and when, for
the first time, lie pressed his babe to his bo-
som, whilst a tear fell on its innocent check,
the young mother felt that all her sorrows
were ended = she thought that tear had
washed them all away But when vice gets
the ascendency, the fathers holy feelings are
apt to be lost in the intoxicating cup.
Poverty, with all its attendant horrors now
came upon the wretched wife. One by one,
the articles Of her household we're sold to sat
isfy Frederic's appetite for strong drink
Thus things went on, until at last she was
obliged to leave the cot-the scene alike Of
happy days. and painful disappointmcnts-
and seek refuge in a hut
At length the babe grew i'll and for want
Of the necessarics Of life, wasted away, until
death finally put an end to its suferings. No
kind words soothed the laccrated bosom no
sympathising hand wiped away the tear Of
that young mother; but alone in miserable
hut, herself the only occupant, she beheld her
cherished babe snatched away by death
That night was marked by a most terrific
storm. The rain poured down in torrents
the whirlwind uprooted the largest trees, and
snapped them in twain like fragile reeds; the
lightning's angry flash. and the loud roaring
thunder, added ten-fold terror to the scene.
But the forsakcn mother needed it not. On
her knees. her own hand clasping that Of her
child's, now cold-so cold she was uncon-
scious Of the warfare Of elements, that howled
50 dismally around her miserable hut. Desc
lation, and grief the most poignant reigned
where once was joy and love.
The sad hours rolled on-the storm still
roared without and the sorrowful and almost
heart-broken mother still wept AT length
the door was opened, and Frederic entered,
flushed with wine, and presenting piteOus
appearance. Casting his eye towards the low
pallet Of straw, upon the pallid cOuntenance
Of the babe, he muttered, What ails the
child'" Frederic, our darling is dead =
replied his wife. in a husky tOne.-We viii
not dwell upon the scenc.-Remorse and de-
spair stirred his heart almost to madness -
on his bcnded knees, he implorcd forgive
ness Of his wife. and made a solemn vow
never to swerve from the path Of sobriety,
but thenceforth to live in peace and love.
From that hour Cora was an altered wo
man. Frederic became sober and indus
triOus man. They again returned to their
pretty cottage, and prosperity once more
smiled upon them Ever afterwards Cora
blessed the hour that brought balm for all
her troubles. Joy. hope. and love illumined
their path, and the remainder Of their days
we're spent in making all around them CON-
Portable and happy.
CONDITION OF SPAIN Spain is in state