Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1855-03-21


ePhilip'--and the dying woman placed
her thin white hand on the brow of the.
JSsfhg man. Philip, Saatr has proven a
comfort to her mother, and will make du-
tiful and loving wife. give her to you
with my dying blessing be kind, and keep
her young heart from blight. Daughter,
never let doubt prevail in the heart Of
your husband, and ever strive to keep ga
cred the dying words of your mother
Farewell"
These words of tender meaning were spo-
ken to the two young people by the mother
oflthe young girl, as she lay stretched upon
her couch. They were the mothers last.
Calmly sho breathcd out her life, as the
sun was sinking behind the cloud-capped
hills in the far distant west. Sarah was
eft an orphan.
'Tis night; and save the rustlings of the
toes around the door of neat aud beauti-
ful cottage, where the ivy climbs and flow.
crs bloom, all is calm and still. The pale
noon beams through the openings made by
che separation of the trees, and discovers
seated, embracing each other, the husband
and wife. Fair and graceful is the form Of
her whose golden tresses hung in careles,
beauty over an arched and fawn.like necL
upon shoulders of alabaster whiteness.-
Beaming with love and passionate tender
ness are the eyes, uplifted to the face o.
him who had promised before high HEAVIER
to love aud cherish her through life.
Need tell you who are these two happy
kasr =, Al
tented and trusting wife of Philip Warren
and rs they sit within the portico of thei
beautiful cottage, they present truthful
picture of human happiness.
But who is that who comes towards tn,
porch where the happy couple are seated
Alas how strange the contrast. On tha
broad and intellectual brow we cannot dis
cover the marks of contentment; in thos,
full, poetic, dreamy eyes, we see no bean
Of happiness. Ragged and filthy, his bag
gard features express but too truly his at
ject poverty and degradation.
lS~AnA.s = = ss4prs Forward sLriRkingly, AN
with fear Of repulsion from those of whor
he is about to ask aims, we would hardl
believe that one so young had seen and fel
so much of misery.
'Philip, see that child-what is it h
wants how pitiful he looks = exclaime
the wife, as she turned her eyes once NOR
upon him. Have you any change in yor
pocket; give it to him while prepare
morsel to appease his hunger
Oh, what thrill of JOY passed throug
the heart Of him who stood begging at Il
door. For q moment a ray of deligl
spread over his features, but it was but f
moment; and the face assumed the san
gloomy, melancholy expression.
After the child had partaken of the fot
set before him by the kind hearted Sara
aud returned his grateful thanks, she turn
to her husband and with face lit up wi
pleasure, exclaimed: 'Oh Philip, hC
much more blessed it is to give than to
ceive. The look the poor wanderer |
slowed on us both at leaving has made I
heart so glad wonder--but oh, why q
we forget to ask his name, and to inqui
into his past life ? But perhaps it is b
as it is-we might have awakened recoll
tions of the past which would have add
but another pang to his already discon
late heart. How pale he looked, and b
his mind seemed to wander at times, as
bitter meditation
Sarah, wish had inquired the nan
that l might have known where to find b
at any time; but it is too late, he has gor