The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1855-10-03

at her side, and only the sweet past to dream
with all its wealth of bright, happy memo
ries! The other with bright future ever
before him, picture which the painter
fancy had colored all too brightly! All!
the Rembrandt shades of reality would
come fast enough!
Time wore on. The days and weeks
were woven into months, aud the months
were fast braiding into years. For a lit
tie space Annie Lincoln's iife-sky was un-
clouded. At first the letters came-and
they were all she hoped for, or even wish
ed They were full of sunshine to her
lonely heart, and ever the burden of their
song was, the return-the reunion!
| But when year had been gathered to
thegarners of the past, there came change.
The white winged missives grew shorter,
and finally cold. Then they ceased alto
gether. Silence! how often more eloquent
art thou than the most passionate words
The only hotel of our little village was
in a decided state of commotion. A
stranger, and as the villege gossips assert
ed, foreigner had arrived. Curiosity
was on the ga cice to know who he was;
but in vain. He departed as he came,
fjust as any one would have donesiand all
that could be ascertained was thst he mad
Ecalled on Annie Lincoln.
For few weeks after the time, Annie
was not seer by the villagers, and when
she reappeared there was a look of sorrow
stamped on her pale cheek, sad to mark
| in one so young and fair. s
!, Through friend who was passing
through Summerset had William Gray
sent back to her all that was now left Of
her bright, brief dream of happiness. A
packet of letters, ring, her own picture,
and few brief, cold words, in which the
! writer told Annie that he was mistaken in
supposing he had loved her. 1t was all
over now; and with shadow resting on
her whole being, she turned back to the
old round of daily duties. She had law
ished on an unworthy object all the pas
| sionate devotion which a woman can give
but once; and there was nothing left but
her hope of heaven and her trust in God.
Annie was what too many, who bare the
name are not, true woman. And SO
she conseerated her life to deeds of char
lity and kindness. She was dearer now to
the good people of Summerset than she
had ever been in the palmiest days of her
prosperity, She led the sick, and the lit
tie child, to the feet oftne meek and low
i ly Jesus, to the fount of water which never
i faileth She taught the earth-worn heart
~ hat ,c hirh
had been unto her own soul never-ceasing
consolation. Well had she learned that
the fragrance of the roses, We strew in the
paths of others, will breathe softly and
gratefully over our own lives.
! Five yearsl With all their burden OF
joy and woe, with their heart-written his
tory of gladness and sorrow, five long
years!
There came stranger to our valley
home once more And soon he wended
his way, with eager, nervous haste, to
the deep shadows ofthe church-yard. He
knelt down by a fresh grave, whereon were
strewed fresh blossoms, white and pure
q meet emblems of the stilled heart which
was beneath He had little need to gaze
on the simple words carved on that white
!. maidstone, for they had been sculptured
8 on his heart years before.
Words of sad reproach and wild, bit
! ter sorrow, floated out on the still summer
air. The hot tears rained down his face
as he knelt there, where the blue bells ant
! tall grass nodded over Annie's grave
Forth from the gloomy cypress shade
> with shadder, but truer heart, wen
: William Gray Forth, once again, tt
,, struggle with the world, but now with I
. talisman in his heart, which should be a
o light in his path. And when the star
are shining, and the plaintive voice of tn
# night wind is heard, voice whispered t
. him, ave shall meet again-not on earth
! but in the Better Land.''
: A Methodist Clergyman Rebuking tn
Editor Of the Western Christian Ad
o vocate.
u The Rev. Mr. Currap, a Methods
e clergyman, at Jeffersonville, Indiana, ha
/ written letter to Governor Wright, fror
y which we make the following extract:
le "The scenes in Louisville on blood
'e Monday have never been fully portrayed
q From my chamber window, on that dread
al f,l ,,;,bt u,;tnacsod tho oon 40 rrat;on r