Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1852-1859, 1856-05-23

| Aud 50. indeed. to the world he seemed But
] Huon knew no SCor9d for his world had been
buried in the world
There was time, long ago, when his hear
| throbbed, htspulse quickened, and hssoul grew
| full to bursting with the yisiOas Of an earthly
/ dream. There was \ tune, when he thoughtthe
sun shone brightly, the flowers smelled sweetty,
the stars twinkied gloriOusly, and the quietmoon
ever blessed him with her gentle smiles There
was time, when the angel of music was ever
welcome to his young heart, and the voices OF
his many friends, in chorus joined. seemed like
heavenly sounds
There was time, when he locked snilingly
through the vista Of his coming life, and felt
| that ia his soul there was a spirit dwelling,
which would scorn to tear the dangerous path,
that leads through ambitions wide extended
plain, to the sun-cappcd heights of Rame's tow
Never fan. was the motto Of his noble heart /;
and he felt that, as surely as the sun did in the
morning rise, he could step up TO greatness
/ Hone took him In her velvet arms, and babe him
steer In majesty the little bark that was to bear
him DER the rJrfled waves of labors ocean, into
Fame restless har5or Of glory. Friends bless
| cd him with their blandest smiles, and pointing
to the turrcts Of Reputations palace, by distance
hid from view, babe him march nobly on! And
/ so in truth he did!
Men spoke. Of him as living, breathing bud,
which ere many years would bloom into a wide
4 spreading flower Ofintellectual beauty, and with
! its odor perfume the broad fields ofthe world on
/ every side. They looked upon his boylsh fame,
and compared it to little tree, which, IN the
course of coming years, would rear itself above
the greatest of the forest minds, and wear the
| majesty and grandeur of a great oak.
And Huon felt it, too; for he-a!nne of al
the yorid-kneyv, that the budding tree was wa
tered with m angels tears; was summed in an
angels smiles; was cheered and shielded by an
angels arm.
There have been some noble spirits in the
/ world, who dared to love an earthly thing
Alas poor Huon; he was one Of these. His heart,
| bearing heavens impress still upon it, was born
| to love, and to worship what it loved. Euol was
his earth, his heaven, his all. For her he smil-
ed, for her he labored, for her he wePt, and for
her he would have died His generous heart
had never been tutOred in the school OF doubt,
nor taught to conceal its love.
| He believed her to be all that his widest
dreams could have asked, and believing this, was
content. Her eyes Of hazel hue spake more OF
love in one gentle glance than all the poets had
ever penned The soft, brown hair, that in such
profusion hung around her girlish neck, was to
him, in its waYy motion, the very embodiment
of song. While her voice, SO soft and sweet, 50
gentle and subdued-when in deep earnestness
She spake-was music, poetry and love combi'
lned.
Smile not, my gentle reader, smile not at this.
For it may be, that if the deep fountains of your
heart have never been moyed by the shadowy
dawn of Cupid's golden wings, there is yet much
of sorrow and bliss, of happiness and care, in
store for you.
Huon was very young, and from his heart
believed that affections springs were watered
with angels tears. More than this, lie fell
that as the heart yearned day by day for ar
earthly thing, pure and holy, twas drawn that
much closer to Christ, the fountain of love.
Huon was no cliristain,-as the world goes, =
but in vision, thousand times had he followed
up the path that Jesus led to CalScry s sacred
mount lie had looked upon the furious null
titude gathered therc-had heard the thunder
crash on crash, and almost felt the thick dark
ness gathering around He had seen the holy
one IaSilcd to rough-hewn tree; no had heard
the rugged spikes tearing through his sacred
flesh: and looked upon Him in his bitter agony,
as suspended 'twiXt heaven and earth, he hung,
for vicious mems gaze. He saw them taunt
him with idle words. And when Jesus asked
for drink, behcld them place to his sacred lips
the bitter sponge, and heard their savage laugh
ter in praise Of the sacrilegious jest. lie saw the
and the red blood dripping from his wounded
hands and feet, and heard that never to be for
gotten wall of desolation, NY Col! my God
lcdy hast THOU forsqEea me 7"
All this had Huon in vision seen Thousand
times, and from the sad and holy place turned
AWAY with a purer and better heart; though he
loved indeed to dwell upon that sacred scene;
for, in the strangeness Of his nature, he felt that
the love which had flown from the wounded
side of Christ, and its healing tide deluged q
world was akin to that love which mOrtals may
feel for all pure and holy things of earth. And
oh! in the deep walls Of bis heart, he believed
: the moro he woTShiped Euoi, 50 gentle and SC
pure in every word and deed, he was being
drawn closer and closer to heavens high King,
who for love gave his only son, who willingly
died for love, that by his love the world might be
saved through love.
AIasl poor Huon! He could not love Euol
more than he did Every fiber of his heart was
ALREADY trembling with the stress upon it,
when the labors of life hung heaviest around
him, she was floating in dreamy beauty beside
+ his trembling hand, and filling his soul full Of
life and energy. And when the world was
wrapped in sleep, she would steal to his couch
4 in vision. and with her dear baud smooth back
the damp tresseS of his hair, and kiss his pale
checks, and press her head to his burning fore
head, and whisper at the portals of his heart
the dearest, sweetest words of love and hope.
4 And there were other times, when they would
4 wander forth, arm in arm, beneath the moons
silver light, and looking in wonder upon the
many beacons God had placed around his throne,
to guide lost wanderers to Heaven, would select
from out the brilliant dome their star of fate,
and look with bounding hearts upon its trem-
bling light Such hours were too holy for words.
They could but press closer to each others
throbbing heart, and from the deep fountains OF
their happy souls, in the silent eloquence OF
thought pour forth flood of thanks to Him
lwho had blessed them with such love.
But the sun does not always shine, nor the
trees forever wear their mantles green. The ro-
SEES are few that have no thorns; and hearts
without some impress of sorrow on them, sell
dom wander from heaven.
There came time when they must sewer
And down by the rivers side they met to say
their parting words twas the same dear spot,
beneath their favorite tree, whore they had whis-
perei of love thousand times before, and yet
never known sorrow there Now their hearts
were full of grief and smiles come not as of o.!
worked in living flowers by angel hands, they
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