Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1855-12-05

a IitCIe window Just over the pulpit admits
light sufficient to enable the minister to read
a portion Of Gods Word then, as the hymn
IS lined, old men and matrons, maideEs and
cnlioren, mInglo their voices in the sacrifice
OF praise. Ii the whispering grove around
the chapel is still and no horses are tied to
the surrounding trees, then the Sabbath at
IS a quiet day. A Bible story for
those who like it, a walk in the adjoining
wood, or letters to the " dear ones at home'e
beguile the day-though it is to be conceded
that a merry ronp sometimes occurs in the
yard below, and some playful sprite is be-
trayed into a laugh loud enough to merit the
maiedletlon OF a good Old puritan father who
was caught
"a hanging of q cat on Monday.
For killing ola rat on Sunday"
Not unfrequently the hallowed day closes
with the voice OF song. Monday-ere the
first ray of sunlight peeps through the trees
lakewood is astir; fingers run along the kevs
OF the Pianos, and eyes along the lines Of text
books. Then come the breakfast bell. and
the school hel,-bright eyes wear a look of
thought while the Word Of God is read and
expounded-every knee bows and every voice
breathes the sweet "OUR FATHER" TO the
Uod who loveth them. After this the hum
OF STUDY or recitation, and the shouting Of
children at the hour of play, alternate. After
1ne evening session come two hours of study,
ana then, II 1t Is the season of flowers and
fruits, a ramble in quest of them. The form
er by murmuring waters or in the shadow
depths OF circumjacent woodlands, lift their
many-hued heads, and scatter the aroma dis.
titled IN their fairy cuus upon the win IS of
every breeze. The latter hedge the fences
ana descend into the young ladies' aprons
luscious and tempting from the ladened plumb
trees, or crimson and gold from the bending
peach orchard. If flowers are vanished from
the brookside and fruits from the naked
Dough, winter evenings pleasures take the
place OF a walk. The jovial circle draw a
round the blazing hearth where the fagots
crack as we'll as the nuts and Jokes. At nv
new England home, June is the month of
roses" bat at lakewood boeuets are beautiful
from April to December, and rosebuds come
IN luxuriant profession from early Spring to
Winters reign. But the sweetest flower of
our HON circle is a wee bud of thought inst
now opening into a vision of beauty in the
form OF little Lily-the baby plaything of the
whole school and family. With showers of
KISSES and the sunlight of loving smiles, has
the morning OF her young life been ushered
IN. Wherever her brilliant blue eye sparkles,
or the patter OF her tiny feet is heard, open
arms and loving words await her. She is
the " angel of the household"
such is lakewood, such it's social attrac-
tons. Of its literary and scientific advan-
tages will not speak farther than to say,
that the young ladies attending here have
open before them d broad field for inyestiea-
ton from the elements Of the English tongue
70 other Languages, Higher Mathematics,
Painting and Music. We think amid books.
and flowers, and song, they ought rapidly to
deVelope into intelligent, refined, and lovely
women. Of Mrs.-, the Doctors lady.
L can give no better description than may be
found 10 the following lines, addressed to her
on her twenty-ffth birthday, May, 1855:
TO MRS. DIR. j. w. N
twenty-five to-day, art thou,
Vi the fair and beamy hour,
vi the bright and laughing eve,
where hopes rainbow sparkles lie;
Or the curling lip of red,
Round which sweetest smiles are shed,
vi the heart to feel and love
As the angels do above.
Ihou, whose happy MARBLES swell,
Like the tones Of silver bell:
Thou, whose kindly accents flow
At the fate Of others woe,
And whose heart-tone gushes free,
As the music of the sea,
"neA inc white moon Heats on high,
10 The t0am-wreathed Wayelet's SIGH.
Ihou, upon whose gentle breast
Little Lilly sinks to rest
(On whose baby brow, the blue.
Slightly yeined, is melting through,
On whose velvet cheek the rose
scarce a shade of carmine throws.
In whose clear and speaking eve
thought and beauty coyly lie.)
Thou, who blendest in thy life,
Sister, mother, friend and wife;
In whose look and mien | trace
Chlldhoods trust and woman's grace.
LIVING NE young morn once more.
In the babe thou bendest DER
Gentle mother! can there be
deeper spell of love for thee?
last thou not a thousand ties
10 TIME earthly PARADISE?
husband, infant, friends to love,
NOT ONE dear one gone above:
ohall a stranger ask thee bliss
Greater than is found in this
Is there aught my heart can say
MS d blessing for this day
Shall L pray that life NAV be
one long sunny day to thee
Ahat tiny love may never know
sorrows blight or parting woe?
1nat thy years may softly glide
Ger a blue and tranquil tide
ana thy setting sun repose
Alhe TO summer evenings close2
rather let me wish thee grace
Faithfully to "run the race
hather that these BLESSINGS oiyon
May allure thy heart to Heaven.
And thy life a light house be
On tunes dark and stormy sea-
II star to guide when breakers roar
"A beacon on sins rock-bound shore.
a port-light to the homeward bound
That tells the anchorage is found:
Blessing and best, till sitting here.
Thou risest on another sphere. n 6
ATWOOD Nov. 22d, 1856.