The Lancaster ledger. [volume] (Lancaster, S.C.) 1852-1905, 1853-06-01
IN ADVANCE
n i Nj B E R II


The morning broke bright as Hope it.
scIf--the early bud and blossoms were
weeping dewy tears Of light. Here and
there some tcru oft branch with scattered
! flower leaves, lay on the earth, soon to be
crushed and withcred, while others grew
happily on. Such is left
George WAS evidently weaker than the
first night, But he was composed. He
constantly looked at lis watch. His whole
aim seemed in irving to be prepared for
the expected arrival. Twelve o'clock
passed, and he was very lauguid. I be-
gan TO fear he could not last till the
meeting. He avoided taking the stim-
uIants as frequently as before; he was
nursing for the last trail The sun was
nigh set, when suddenly he cried, "Shc
! comcs-shc comes" listened but could
discover no sound. His ear was moro
acute, for in n minute the roll of a car
riagc rapidly driven broke on my ear-
"Qnick,' he cried, leaning on his elbow,
give methc drink--more;" and he drank
double the usual allowance. ! went into
the passagc--the servant was rapidly es
cortng young lady. Putting out my
hand silently, led her into the chamber,
followed by her father.
With outstretchcd arms the dying
man half raised from the sofa,as his oveG
one sank amids an agony of his sobs iniu
his embrace. No one moved for SOM
time. Our tears flowed like rain.
y x X
At length, gently raising her from his
breast. we placed her by his side. Her
siIkon hair fell over his pillow, as she ben,
her ear to catch his voice. | had ncvcr
before seen such beauty. Alas. for heart
cankcr.
"Can you now forgive me, dear Julictte.'
he family asked. "Do yon not read the
fatal secret that dashed the cup Of ioy
from our lips? Was this wre;ched BODY
fit mate for thinc!"
"Oh, speak not thus to me, George. I,
was not the body loved--thy spirit mated
mine. Sec, upon this hand have ever
worn the ring, am | not thy spirit bride!"
"Oh, Juliette," said the now happy nan
"you are more than bride to me!-thou
art knowledgc!--since through thee | be-
gan to learn future liiev'
"Did you, dear Georgel" she said
could you believe that within us, which
rides from earth heavenward upon
thought, could partake of the perishable
nature Of matter, which, ever changing
teaches destructibleness? Matter belong
eth to earth-spirit hath but one affinity.
and that is for its Maker,to whom it NAV
render the account of its working whilst
in the prison-house ofthe fcshr'
\ bright glow centered on the warn,
check other listener-the fervor of received o
truth beamed from his eyes!
Speak to me, Juliette--speak thu,
again" he gasped out. "The ills of m
manhood are passing away. feel cha,
ing through every fibre Of my brain ill.,.
bright intelligence so lately learned. ]:
must be true. Gods will be done. o..
let me feel your hands, so full Of .warmt2
human warmth, fresh from the heart
Of your pure heart. Oh, how difercr.
from other heat! Tell me, doctor, how far
cold am II"
He stretched out his arm towards me.
He was like ice to the elbow.
81 know know--Death's frosts arc
stealing over me; yet feel your warn
hands, Juliette, and your breath seems
genial to my cold cheek. More drinl
My sight looses you, dearest. 1t is of no
use. fail die. css-mother-Julettc.
All was over.
Again it is May.--the ohurchysrd is
green again. Two tombs lie together.
One seems but freshly made, for the grass
is trodden down by its side, and few
withered blssoms, like those tull-blooming
over the other, lie scattered around. On
this new tomb is inscribed, "JuIette."--
.Scdipci. ii. i. u.
a NOZZLE ANswER.--"W by did you not pock-
ct some Of those pears I" said one boy to an
other, "nobody was there TO see" "Yes,