Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1855-01-17
la%nguidIy, and liked her gaze upon her

ones, dA-ldFeWell! CnarIeS, KISS me tor
the last time and as he bent toward her,
she wound her thin arms lovingly around
bis neck, and pressed him tightly to her dy-
ing bosom. Then, only then, one mortal
tear trembled upon her lashes; it was the
last mirror from the heart in which earthly
love might shine reflected.
All drew silently near and received, one
after another, a pressure of the cold hand
Many glided from the room, to give vent to
the choking sobs that they could no longer
restrain.
She moved her pale lips, and gazed implo-
ringly at her husband. The motion was un-
derstood, and her mother brought toward
her a beautiful babe. asleep. They laid it
on the pillow by her side, and a soft smile
parted her lips as she whispered, slowly
and distinctly, my Father will take care
fnasf99f b ;ssa she SRs sla sR a1 ht hands and raised
glory and beauty shonesiR her dying ewes :
her brow grew whittier abb more transparent,
and with a loud outburst of Glorious God
heavenly home! l come, l come 2 she fell
asleep.
The two friends had stood, the one in calm
sorrow, for she was a Christian, the other in
trans6xed wonder. Naught was heard now,
but mourning and lamentation the lonely
oCOuLA hd0 hIOhA hAiuSCIl OOWu Nv LuC
bedside, and his heavy groans pierced every
heart. Eleanor wept, and as she passed
from the chamber of the happy dead, she
exclaimed, L never before felt the force of
these words, Let me die the death of the
righteous, and let my last end be like his.'-l
What are wealth. station, beauty, alas? p
Come with me, then, Eleanor, and let us
both walk in her footsteps, that we may de-
part as serenely.' murmured Helen Randolph,
in a low tone.
And like music, sounded the answer in her
ears Thy Redeemer shall be my Redeem
er, thy God my God
THE HONEY MooN.-Why is the first month
after marriage called the " honey moon?"-
Doubtless on account of the sweet lunacy
which controls the deeds of the parties during
that brief and delightful period. What a
pity that they should ever get quite rational
again !! that sentimentality should give place
to sentiment, sentiment to sense, love Weld
to logic, and fiction to fact, till the "happy
pair" are reduced from the Eden of romance
to the Sahara of ~reality-from Heaven to
earth-and perhaps a peg lower! Strange
as 1T may seem, there has been couples who
have quarrelled in the first month of matri-
mony, and have got back to their astonished
parents before the good mother had fairly
AOAIO 0SCPIiS AItHoI CIO1C1I2 tOOI d uCT udu0u-
ter's departure. Their Z" honey moon" sour
ed at the full of her horn, and became a
moon of vinegar instead. A bad woman that!
There was sense and propriety in the text
which an ancient clergymen chose for q we'd
ding sermon. 1t was taken from the Psalms
OF David, and reads thus " And let there be
peace aohi1e the moon endmeth."
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WoMAN's LAUGH.-A woman has no nat
ural grace more bewitching than a sweet
laugh. 1t is like the sound of the flutes on
the water. It leaps from her heart in a clear,
the heart that hears it
spring Have you ever pursued an unseen
fugitive through trees, led on by her fairy
faugn-noW here, now there, now lost. now
l0unof we have. An6 we are pursuing
IL comes to US IN the midst of care. or sorrow
g. or irkssme business and then we turn away
ana listen, and hear it ringing through the
room like q silver bell, with power to scare
away the lil,splrits of the mind. How much
We owe TO that sweet laugh It turns the
prose OF our life into poetry, 1t filings showers
OF sunshine over the darksome wood in which
we are travelling, it touches with light even
our sleep, which is no more the image ~
ueatn, but Is consumed with dreams that are
the shadows Of Immortality.
HE TURKS DYING BY HUNDREDs.-As 70
the town OF Balaklava itself, words cannot
describe Its filth, its horrors, it's hospitals. it's
DEAD and dying Turks, it's crowded lanes its
holSome sneds' Its beastly p~urlieus, or its de-
cay.
i An the pictures ever drawn of plague and
q pestilence, from the work of the inssn;1red ~r;
ter who chronicled the woes of Infdel Eavn+
oewn to the narratives of Boccacip. De Foe
, OF Moltke, fall short of individual "hitsu of
dlsease and death which any one NAV see in
nall a d0zen places during half an hours
Walkln balakiaVa. In spite of all our efforts.
the oylng Turks have made of every lane and
: street a ctooco, and the forms of human suf-
? 1eflng which meet the eye at every turn. and
once were wont to shock US, have now made
US %callous, and have ceased even to attract
passing attention. Raise up the piece of mat
ing OF coarse rug which hangs across the
NORWAY OF some miserable house, from within
"nlen you near loud wallings and cries of
: PAIN and prayers to the Prophet. and Won will
see In one spot and in one instant a ma, : If
accumulated woes that will serve Won with
Nightmares for a lifetime.
= The dead, laid out as they died, are ly;no
: slde Dy side with the living, and the latter
RreSent a spectacle beyond all imagination.
: Inc commonest necessaries of a hospital are
: "antlhg there is not the least attention paid
: W uecency or cleanllness-the stencil ia an
palllng-the tetld air can barely stragele ont
10 taint the atmosphere, save through tho
, chlnks IN the walls and roofs, and for all 7
: can observe, these men die without the least
J &fort being made to save them. There thew
lie just as they were let gently down on the
! ground by the poor fellows, their comrades
who brought them on their backs from tba
; camp with the greatest tenderness, but who
are not allowed to remain with them The
SICK appear to be tended by the sick, and the
dying by the dying.
DECIDING A DUEL.-The eccentric IT. Fl
breckenridge, one of the Judges of the Sn-
preme Court of Pennsylvania, when a Young
man, was challenged to fight a duel with an
hngnsh of1cer, whom he answered as follows.
L nave two objections to this duel matter
the one Is, lest | should hurt you the other
is less you should hurt me. I don't see anv
goou IL would be to me to put a ball through
your oody. l can make no use of YOU when
oeaa Tor any culinary purpose, as I would a
RABBIT or turkey. | am no cannibal to feed
upon the flesh of men. Why, then. shoot
GOWN a human creature, of whom / conld
make no use? A buffalo would make better
meat; for though your flesh might be deli;
cate and tender, yet it wants the frmness
ana consistency which take and retain salt
AT any rate, 1t would not do for a lone SOC
voyage. You might make a good barbecue
IL Is true, being of the nature of a raccoon nv
oppossum; people are not in the habit of
Dar6eculng anything that is human now
And as to YOUR hide. IL il not uontL 80