The Wyandot pioneer. (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1853-1868, 1856-09-04
ALL.S WE'LL.

The following exquisite gem is worth
retaining and preserving, We doubt if
the whole range of English or any other
literature can furnish anything more sim
ply beautiful-more purely eloquent
Exchange. ...r.
Twelve o'clock at night, and alis we'll.
Use prophet !! Still and statue like
at yonder window stands the wife. The
clock has told the small hours yet her
face is closely pressed against the. win
dow pane, striving IN vain with straiuiiug
eye to pierce the darkness, She sees no
thing, she hears nothing-but the beating
of her own heart. Now she takes her
seat, opens Bible, and seeks from it what
comfort she may, while tears blister the.
pages. Then she clasps her, hands, and
her lips are tremulous with mute suppl
cation. 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 a
name he had long since forgotten to hon
or. Oh all enduring power of woman's
love--no reproaeh, no iupbraiding--7the
light arm passed around that reeling fig
ure, once erect in Gods, own image,
With tender words Of entreaty, which he
is powerless to resist if he would, she
leads him in. It is but the repetition of a
thousand such vigils I! It sIthe perform
ance. of a VOW with a heroism and patient
endurance too common; and every day
to be chronicled on earth !; too, holy and
heavenly to- pass unnoticed by the Greg
istering angel" above. & aaee 1ss8 5ar
/ has zgyif92 la"eAll's well. 'azie55fd 10 taa,
False prophet! In yonderi luxurious
room sits, one whose curse it was to be as
dream oflEden. Time was when those
clear eyes looked lovingly into a mothers
face-when kind, loving father laid his
trembling hand, with a blessing. on that
sunny head--when brothers and sisters
voices blended with her own heart music
around the happy hearth. Oh where
are they now Are there none to say
to the repenting. Magdalen. g Neither de
condemn sthee--;go and sin no more! =
Must the gilded fetter continue to bind
the soul that loathes it because man is
less mercful than God - 3f.aisa8a-. 4.
ss1al asa 81 rAll's stwell.'' tag a IS
False prophet! There lies the dead
orphan. In all the length and breadth o.
the green earth there was found no shell
tering nest where the lonely dove could
fold its wings when the parent bird hae
flown. The brooding wing was gone
that covered it from the cold winds o
neglect and unkindness. Love was it
life, and so--it dropped aFi~ia'a'1 q s.'
I aRlog gasnsh 4 eAIps awelI.'' b p24Taa7 . 9'
False prophet! Sin walks the eartl
in purple and fine linen; honest poverty
with tear -bedewed face, hungers and shiv
t ers and thirsts, ''while the publican stand
: afar off i" The widow pleads. in vain t
the ermined judge for Justice :" and
unpunished Of heaven, the human tige
Y crouches in his lair and springs upon hi
If hopeless prey.
y All we'll"
IS All, yes, all is well for He "wh
$ seeth the end from the beginning hold
i evenly the scales of justice, "Divt
ey shall yet beg of Lazarus Every H,
ii man tear is counted. They will y
re sparkle as gems in the crown Of the p
&c tient and enduring disciple When Il