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


Like the pale corpse bright Ger the tomb,
Is but a false, deceitful BEAM
Midnight watchers are bending over the
form of Sarah Warren. Every moment is
thought to be her last. Her little girl still
watches on-no sleeps in her youthful eyes;
she has learned what it is to sufer-she re-
aIizes the degraded condition of her father;
her mother pains. Still Philip clings to
his cup, and may be heard to laugh in wild
career, and threaten what he will do. lie
is drunken maniac!
Still lingering on the verge Of the grave
the faithful wife pours out her soul in prayer
for him who has thus wronged her. Truly
and faithfully has her promise to love him
in good and bad report, been kept.
Sarah Warren has breathed her last-she
is summoned to her God-and Phillip War
rem is wifeless. Deluded man little didst
thou think when, standing beside the altar,
thou didst promise to protect and cherish her
whom you took to your bosom-that thy un-
kindness would send her broken hearted to
the grave.
The daughter was Ssken to, a i1eighboring
house to live. and he whose prospects were
once bright, is an outcast and a vagabond.
The fair and beautiful Sarah has gone tc
world of bliss; her child feels her sad loss
and grieves to know hel father is an outcast
She knows full we'll that scornful looks are
cast upon him by the world, and that ac
counted for her not attending the gay As
sembly, and to which she was united. While
others are joined in the may dance, sh'
asks heavens outstretched hand to snatcl
her father from the abyss over which he i
standing. ...
1t was a boisterous, dreary night. Oh
the county wharf lay dead man. Hi
hands clenched in the death struggle.
was Bill Southgate. Near by was Phil
Warren, exposed to the hard rains and GU
ting winds gasping between life and death
until he was rescued by kind Samarita
and conveyed to his home and administere
to the necessities of the famishing outcast.
A merciful Providence spared his life
and when sufficiently recovered, bis kin
benefactor inquired his name and history:
Sir said the wretched man, know NJ
if should reveal it, for am ashamed I
tell my weakness. | have daughter, tn
image of her sweet mother, who night
prayed that might be saved, and = b,
tears checked his utterance, and he coul
say no more.
Be of good cheer, my FRIEND said tt
rescurer. [ simply wish 70 know 20,
name."
My name is Philip Warren
He started. That name seemed familiar
that voice be had heard beforehand cou
that be Philip Warren He shortly after r
j tired, determined to see him again when
had become more composed.
A few hours passed before he returne
when finding that Philip had quieted the b
ter feelings which choked his utteranee befor
he proceeded to converse with him:
You say your name is Warren? Doy'
/ remember poor youth, upon whom y
l bestowed charity in days past?
= Il do but could never learn who
S wanderer was
e He stands before you now, in the pers
e Of Albert Townsend, and asks you in t
name of heaven and your daughters ne1
changing love, to sign the pledge of te
perance.'
The bright tear started to the eye of
repentant man, and grasping the pen W
trembling hand be placed his name to
document presented to him, hoping that
S effort would snatch him as brand fir
u the burning, and place him once again
ir footing with his fellow men.
mi
s. Enough we will not relate the scenes
ae terwards enacted suffice it to say, Ph
OF Warren was a redeemed man.
e. Near the banks of beautiful stream
n the village of K, is plain, unassum
y, edi6ce; its only inmates are Cora War
ar that was, and her husband, Albert To
send, who are blessed with prattling, int
'rs gent boy, bearing the name of its grandf
e! er, who is now one of the leading meml
= of aDivision of Sons of Temperance.
nd Reader, if you have been interested in
N. perusal of my narrative, and it has le
IS, healthy moral, am content. And
Ill. humble prayer is, that the time may
he come, when the truths of Temperance
Ire prevail throughout the earth.