Houma Ceres. [volume] (Houma, Parish of Terrebonne, La.) 1855-18??, 1855-12-06
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mo ioHoWmS exquisite gem Is WITH
|rcprinting and preserving. We doubt il
the whole range of English or any other
literature can furnish anything more sim.
ply beaotiiul-more purely eloquent:
twelve o'clock at night, and all's WELL >
False prophet Still and statute like,
at yonsler window, stands the wife. The
clock has told the small hours; yet her
face is prest closely against the window
pane. striving in vain, with straining eye,
to pierce the darkness. She sees nothing,
she hears nothing-but the beating Of her
own heart. Now she takes her seat !;
open Il bible, and seeks from it what com.
tori; she may while tears blister the pages.
Then she clasps her hands and her lips
are tremulous with mute duplication
Hist! there is an unsteady step in the hall;
she knows it many times. and Oft, it has
trod on her very heart-strings. She glides
down gently TO meet the wanderer. He
falls heavily against her, and, in maudlin
tones, pronounces name he had long
since forgotten ''to honor" Oh! all en-.
during power Of woman's love!-no re-
proach, no npbraiding-the light arm pass
ed around that Keeling figure once erect in
Goods own image" With tender words
Of entreaty, which he is powerless to re-.
sist, if he would, she leads him in. ], is
but The repetition Of a thousand such vieils!
1t is the performance oil a VOW. with a
heroism and patient endurance too common
and every day to be chronicled on earth,
too holy and heavenly to pass unno,iccd by
the registering angel" above.
"All's rcH!!''
False prophet lin yondcr luxurious
room sits one whose curse it was, to he
fair as dream Of Eden. Time was, when
those clear eyes L,oked lovingly into a
mothers face-when kind. loving faith
er laid his trembling hand, with blessing
on that sunny head-when brothers. and
sisters voices blended with her own, in
heart-music around the happy hearth. Oh.
rhere are they noar? Are there none to
say to the repenting Magdnlen-''neither
do condemn thee-go, and sin no more!"
Must the gilded fetter continue to bind the
soul that loatbes it, because man is less
mercifll than Godl ....
.aelsI Ais seN!'"
False prophet-1'here lies the dead or.
phan. In all the length and breadth of
the green earth there was found no shell.
tering nest where the lonely dove could
folds its wings when the parent birds had
flown. The brooding was gone, tina,
covered il from the cold winds Of neglect
and unkindness; Love was ito life, and
so-it dropped!
"AN's reN,"
False prophet Sin walks the earth
in purple and fine linen; honest poverty
with tear believed face, hung-rs and shiv-
ers, and thirsts, "while the publican stands
afar off," The widow pleads in vain to
the erminded Judge for '.justice :" and un-
punished Of Heaven, the human tiger
crouches in his lair, and springs upon his
helpless prey.
,ss-.. "All's ,celZ"
All yes, all is we'll, for He who "seeth
the end from the beginning" holds erenly
the scale Of justice. ''Diues shall yet beg
Of Lazarus" Every human tear is coun.
ted. They will yet sparkle as gems in the
crown Of the patient and enduring disci
pie! When the clear. broad light Of
eternity shines upon life's crooked paths,
we shall see the snare and pitfalls from
which our hedge of thorns has fenced US in!
and, in our full grown faith, we shall e.
uitingly say-"Father! not as will, but
as 1hos wilt! FANNY FERN.