Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1853-02-16

ah, made me a willing prisoner and took from
me the power OF resistance. IF it had not
been so how could | have resisted my wife's
prayers and tender ~pleadings ? a portion OF
one of her letters is still engraved upon my
memory. Let me repeat it to you
81 bear in my bosom the fruit Of love.
In pain and anguish must | BRING it forth
not the pain and anguish of physical suffer
ing merely, for these are ligkGn compar-
ed with the mental sufferinAInSw undergo,
and which must be increased. Yes, a few
weeks more will make me d mother. A lit
tie cherub will rest in my arms and smile in
my face. VIII you not love it with m VIII
you not forego your desire for strong drink to
join me in the happiness Of loving and being
loved in rearing up our offspring and d.
rectlng It the WAYS oftruth, knowledge and
virtue. o my husband! we may be happy
yet. You are not now yourself-you are not
thenoble hearted janis that won my young
heart and made my affections all thine own.
| beseech you, by ourFormer love, by our IN
born babe, by all your hopes of earth and
Heaven, to break loose from the error Of your
ways and be the noble teing you once were.
My father has indeed nhstreated you-to YOU
only do say it--but l an all your own, and
am anxious to share with you your lot, your
joys and griefs, if you viii only be the same
that first won my love.
Look to the future, ny dear husband
Clouds and storms now hang aroud us, but
all may yet be we'll. Shall | be doomed to
look with sadness upon my child, and as it
grows up and gambois about me, to watch it
with a pensivo gaze, throwing around it an
atmosphere ofsorrow even from is eEaIIe ?
Shall its budding joys be turneN1~6ws
by its mothers irreprcssible sighs and tears
And when it shall learn to lisp the word of
: mother shall my pride be turned to shame
that | cannot teach It also to repeat the word
f" father {? james let this never be the
case. Come to me, come as YOU once came,
when my young heart leaped up with ioy
to behold you. Come and sustain mo in
the hour Of trial. Let your love and symDa-
thy support me in the awful hour that now
approaches. My soul goes forth in ~longines
after you. Will you not rouse your energies
to resist the destroyer Of your peace anC
mine? One struggle, and you are free. Ny
father may not relent, but our efforts can pro
cure a competency, and the halo of love shall
e%ncircle us and happiness shall be ours.
know not what | write, but [ know I do no
Il cannotw write what feel. MY thought
are too tumultuous, my love too intense, 70
expression. NY prayers 30 forth from a sou
that trembles with the Intensity Of it's owl
earnestness as | pray that the mercy of on
Heavenly Father may rest upon you andHi
= wisdom guide you. Q forsako the paths G
4 sin and death and let me once more bask m
: heart in the beams Of your love = Egt me :
i gain behold you as in the happy days tha
: are passed, and I can bear all that a mercifr
God will impose upon me-"
MY companion was deeply affected as h
:. repeated these words Of his wife's letter, al
d when he concluded he was silent for q M
q ment, his bosom heaving with powerful EN-,
d tons. At length he spoke
You may know, my friend, for the symp;
thy lsee depicted upon your c%ountenance a
d surcs me that you are a friend)-you ma
know how strong were the letters that bour
II me when such language as this failed to
rouse me sufficiently to break them. But WI
to do | linger?
q CONCLUDED NEXT WEEK.